Juliet Diekman is the daughter of a well-respected Marleyan scientist who works alongside the military.
In a new proposal, he is asked to go on an expedition to Paradis for research purposes before planning their big attack. He agrees, only if his b...
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"Ambassadors for Peace?" Jean says, his tone teetering between disbelief. His arms crossed over his chest as he glances around the table, searching for someone to share in his skepticism.
The Scouts and Warriors alike had been requested to have a meeting with Secretary Muller. They'd gone into town with not a clue about what the Secretary had wanted to talk about. Once they arrived they were greeted by a few soldiers and Juliet's father waiting for them.
Now, sitting across from them were the scattered remnants of two factions once at war—Marleyan's and Eldian's, now bound by fragile necessity.
Muller, ever composed, folds his hands before him. "Yes, Ambassadors for Peace. The Allied Forces think that this is the best course of action. By traveling to key regions and telling your stories, you can help the world understand the reality of Eldians. You can help rebuild peace."
"Tch." Captain Levi's sharp sound of disapproval slices through the room. He leans forward, resting his elbow on the table, his expression as hard as stone. "We helped stop the Rumbling. And after all that, we still have to prove our worth to people?" His voice carries a bitterness that silences even the faintest rustling of the curtains.
"Captain Levi," Leon begins with measured calm, "I understand your frustration. But this isn't about worth—it's rebuilding with the precedent of peace. The world is in recovery, and fear is still a powerful weapon. We need to disarm it before it gets out of hand."
Pieck, ever the observer, rests her chin on her palm, her dark eyes unreadable. "And you think words are enough to encourage people?" she asks softly. Her tone wasn't mocking, but her skepticism was clear.
"Words and faces," Muller replies, "You are living proof of what Eldians are capable of—courage, compassion, and sacrifice. If the world hears your voices and sees the truth, it may birth a new opinion on you."
Annie, who had been silent until now, leans back in her chair, her arms loosely crossed, "Or it could just paint bigger targets on our backs."
Juliet turns her gaze to Armin, her expression gentle but searching. The soft sunlight filtering through the window highlights the shadows of weariness under her eyes, though her voice is steady as she asks, "What do you think, Armin?"
Armin, who had been sitting in quiet contemplation, lifts his eyes to meet hers. His brows furrow slightly, and for a moment, the weight of his thoughts is evident in how his hands rest against the edge of the table. "I think," he begins, his voice soft but gaining conviction as he spoke, "I think, it's a good idea."
