The noise from behind startled Serena. She spun around sharply.
"Who's there!!"
The pistol at her waist was drawn and cocked in an instant.
Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, Yago showed no trace of panic.
When Serena saw his face, she froze. What was this Marleyan officer doing here? She suddenly remembered that she had just been crying. Quickly, she lifted her sleeve and wiped away the tears that hadn't yet dried on her face.
But the pistol aimed at Yago never lowered.
"How are you here? What did you just hear!?"
Serena demanded. Her voice still carried a slight tremor from crying.
Yago looked at her. After a brief pause, he calmly said,
"The future of the Eldian Restorationists is uncertain—and pitch black."
His words made Serena's pupils contract to pinpoints.
In that instant, she didn't hesitate in the slightest.
Bang!
Her finger decisively pulled the trigger.
The gunshot exploded. A 4.6mm bullet shot out of the barrel, heading straight for Yago's forehead.
Puchi!
The dull sound of flesh being pierced rang out.
Yago's face turned pale. He clutched his shoulder as blood seeped out, staining his Marleyan military uniform red.
Yago was stunned.
Th-this isn't right, is it?
Wasn't Serena supposed to widen her eyes in shock and question how he knew about the Eldian Restorationists?
What the hell is this now?
He hadn't expected her to skip all the talking and just fire without a word.
"Are you crazy!?"
Yago roared.
If he hadn't reacted quickly, there might already be a hole in his head. Even if an ordinary bullet wouldn't necessarily kill him, it would have been extremely troublesome.
Serena also looked shocked. He had actually dodged a shot at this distance?
But she immediately raised her pistol again, aiming at Yago to fire once more.
This time, Yago wasn't going to stand there like an idiot waiting to be shot.
Faint steam rose from his shoulder. He stepped forward in a flash, fingers spread wide, and grabbed the pistol in Serena's hand.
Serena's eyes hardened. Her finger pressed the trigger again—but to her shock, it wouldn't move.
Looking down, she saw that at some point Yago's long finger had slipped into the trigger guard. His finger was jammed firmly behind the trigger.
Yago's other arm bent sharply, his elbow smashing down toward the hand holding the gun.
Forced by the impact, Serena had no choice but to release it.
Yago snatched the pistol and casually flung it behind him.
"Can't we just talk—what are you doing!?"
He had just tried to calm her down when he suddenly saw her draw a dagger and charge at him.
In Serena's icy amber eyes, Yago was already a dead man.
Since he knew the Restorationists' secret, then for the sake of every Eldian Restorationist in the military camp, he had to die here today.
And this idiot had actually thrown the gun away after taking it.
Serena flipped the dagger in her hand and lunged like a hunting lioness.
"Hey! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!"
Hearing Yago's panicked voice, Serena sneered inwardly.
What a fool.
But the next second, her body stiffened.
A cold chunk of metal pressed against her forehead.
Yago held a black pistol in his hand, looking at her helplessly.
"I have a gun too. Don't be so impulsive, okay? It's just an Eldian Restorationist organization. Why risk your life like this?"
Yago deliberately mocked her.
Serena's expression darkened.
The next second, she thrust the dagger toward Yago's chest without hesitation, completely ignoring whether he would pull the trigger.
Yago was caught off guard.
This woman really doesn't care about dying!
But he truly couldn't fire.
Puchi!
The dagger pierced straight through the palm he had raised in front of his chest.
Yago immediately threw the gun aside and kicked out, sending Serena crashing to the ground.
As her center of gravity faltered, he showed no mercy. In one swift motion, he locked his arm around her neck in a brutal chokehold, restraining her firmly.
Serena's face flushed red.
Both hands clawed desperately at Yago's arm, but the arm around her neck felt like forged iron—completely immovable.
Gradually, her consciousness blurred.
Her strength faded.
Sensing that she could no longer struggle, Yago loosened his arm.
Serena collapsed to the ground at once, coughing violently and gasping for air.
"You're really ruthless. Couldn't you at least ask why I know about the Eldian Restorationists, Serena? Do you really think your group is that well hidden in the military?"
Still panting, Serena forced out,
"Sh-shut up… You Marleyan bastards… Don't even think about getting any information about the Eldian Restorationists from me!"
Yago crouched down.
Under Serena's watchful gaze, his expression turned slightly grim as he slowly pulled the dagger out of his palm.
The bloodstained blade fell to the ground.
Steam began rising from the wound in his hand as the power of the Titans rapidly healed his body.
Serena's eyes widened at the sight.
"You're really Marleyan!?"
Yago shook his head helplessly.
"Alright, you got me. I'm Eldian."
"You're a Marleyan Warrior!? Tch! You traitors to the Eldian people!"
Yago: "..."
With no other choice, he reached up and touched his face.
Under Serena's incredulous stare, the scar on his face—and even parts of his skin and muscle—began to writhe.
Moments later, a grayish-white softened hardened substance formed on his face. With a casual wipe, Yago's face reverted to his original appearance.
Serena was completely stunned.
The Lieutenant Colonel Loya before her had just performed what looked like a magic trick, suddenly revealing a new face. Though it resembled the previous one, anyone could tell at a glance they were not the same person.
Having removed the disguise he had been wearing all this time, Yago let out a relaxed breath.
He then turned to Serena.
"Serena, let's reintroduce ourselves."
"Yago Norman. An Eldian Titan from Paradis Island."
"We're compatriots."
Yago Norman?
Paradis Island?
Eldian?
The sheer amount of information overwhelmed Serena, and for a moment, she couldn't process it at all.
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