Step! Step! Step! Two Abnormal Titans sprinted wildly across the ground, their surging, terrifying presence frightening all the civilians in front of the city gate, including several members of the Military Police.
The child standing just inches away from the Abnormal Titan was so terrified that they burst into tears, unable to move.
A Military Police soldier who had been following closely behind the leading Abnormal Titan hardened his resolve, gritted his teeth, and fixed his gaze with determination. Gas erupted, and he suddenly accelerated toward the Titan's nape, attempting to cut down this Abnormal Titan.
Several of his Military Police companions immediately understood his intent and moved to coordinate, preparing to provide interference.
It had to be said that every soldier in the Military Police had once been among the elite of the trainee corps. Their coordination was precise, flawlessly recalling everything they had learned during training.
However, reality was always cruel. The rigid knowledge they had learned might have sufficed against ordinary Titans, but what they were facing now was the most terrifying kind among Titans—the Abnormal.
"Nani!" The Military Police soldier charging at the nape cried out in alarm, his pupils dilating. Before he could even react, the Abnormal Titan suddenly shifted its posture, rolling over and turning its head directly toward him.
As the Abnormal's gaping maw drew ever closer, the soldier could only stare in despair, powerless to do anything. The momentum from the gas was far too strong—there was no time to change direction.
The other Military Police providing cover were also frightened by the Abnormal's swift reaction and scattered.
At the critical moment, the soldier felt a tremendous force slam into his waist.
Then his entire body rolled uncontrollably to the side. He crashed to the ground, completely disoriented, but that was far better than dying in a Titan's mouth.
To outside observers, two petite figures suddenly appeared. One kicked away the Military Police soldier who was about to be devoured by the Abnormal, while the other used Vertical Maneuvering Equipment to dart and weave around the Abnormal Titan's body.
Beautiful golden hair, emerald-green eyes—at this moment, Historia was like a water dancer, using her Vertical Maneuvering Equipment to perform an elegant waltz in the air.
Steel cables brushed past her as Historia's gaze remained unwavering, the blades in her hands carving streak after streak of wounds across the Abnormal Titan.
The other figure was no less impressive than Historia. The same golden hair, but with pale blue eyes and a cold, detached expression—Annie Leonhart truly lived up to the title of female warrior.
As Historia leapt high into the air, she pulled the trigger. The sharp grappling hook pierced the Abnormal's nape. Raising her dual blades, she struck swiftly.
A splash of the Titan's scalding blood spattered across Historia's fair face.
The Abnormal let out a final, powerless roar before collapsing.
With lightning reflexes, Historia dashed forward at the instant the Titan fell, rescuing the girl who had been standing in front of it.
At the same time, Annie effortlessly dealt with the other Abnormal.
Historia carried the child back to the civilians. A Military Police soldier hurriedly took the child from her arms, unsure where the child's family was.
"Wait… that is… that is…" A Military Police soldier suddenly spoke with a trembling voice, pointing at Historia as he stammered.
Looking closely, a shining crown rested upon Historia's head. Amid her smooth golden hair, the meaning of that crown was something everyone understood all too well.
Historia's small face turned solemn. She clenched her right fist and placed it over her left chest, performing the iconic salute of offering one's heart.
"People, my name is Historia Reiss, the last member of the royal family within the walls, and now the sole heir to the throne. I promise you all that I am willing to fight for humanity for my entire life!"
The scene instantly fell silent. "Royal family? Is she the last royal mentioned in the newspapers?"
Before seeing Historia with their own eyes, most of the people had only read about her in the papers. Yet now, witnessing the heir to the throne firsthand, they saw how brave and humble she was.
After a brief silence, the crowd erupted into cheers and praise.
"Queen!"
"Queen Historia!"
…
"Long live the Queen!"
As Historia looked at the cheering crowd, a conversation with the commander surfaced in her mind.
...
"Commander, I've made my decision. A person cannot think only of themselves. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. I have this ability, so I should shoulder this responsibility."
Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, Historia's expression was extremely serious.
Erwin sighed softly. "Are you really decided? This will require great sacrifices from you—perhaps even your freedom."
Historia smiled faintly and looked out the window.
"For humanity's future, so many brave soldiers have already offered their precious lives. I can't allow their sacrifices to be wasted because of me."
Erwin said nothing more. An exquisite crown was placed upon Historia's head.
"Commander, as the heir to the throne, I want to fight for my people. Is that acceptable?"
Erwin paused for a moment. Wearing the crown, Historia suddenly radiated an aura befitting a king.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
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