Sparrows chirp on the branches, sunlight penetrates the gaps in the leaves, spills bits and pieces on the windows, casting silhouettes on the ground.

Ian poured a cup of brewed milk tea and served it to Dinah.

The coarse porcelain cups are steaming, and the tender black tea leaves picked in early spring, with goat's milk and citrus, are simmered in a pot with a unique fragrance and sweet and sour taste, which is the drink that the people inside the walls use to entertain guests.

Wearing a shawl made of wool on her shoulders, Dina sat down at the table dignifiedly, took a sip of the teacup, the entrance was dense and smooth, and the rich milky aroma and the taste of black tea blended together, making people feel satisfied from the bottom of their hearts.

It was early in the morning, and Dina looked down from the window on the second floor, and the bakery had brought out a pot of freshly baked bread, and someone was walking in the direction of the field with a hot roasted sweet potato in his hand and a hoe in the other.

Children frolicked on the streets, and families opened their doors and windows to get about their own business.

The faces of the people here are full of light.

After all, the SAR is a region directly under the jurisdiction of the new government, and since last winter, new policies and benefits have been constantly being introduced.

It's also the Eldians, and on the other side of the Marais continent, there is no such scene at all.

In Dinah's memory, when she lived in the restricted zone, she rarely saw sunlight.

People in the restricted area always keep their doors and windows closed and never go out unless necessary.

If there is a dispute between the Marais and the Eldians, whoever is right or wrong will most likely be judged on the Eldians.

When walking through the streets, you must be even more careful, if you are unlucky enough to meet a Marais police officer on patrol, you must immediately put your hands up, and do whatever the officer says, if you cause any trouble, the slightest negligence is a capital crime of exile to paradise.

The Eldians that Dinah saw had always lived in this world with trepidation, and even then, there were often unwarranted disasters.

But the Eldians here are different, and you can see from their expressions that although their material life is not as rich as that of the sea, their spirit is free.

"What are you thinking about, Miss Dinah?"

Ian put his hands on the table and looked at Dinah.

He still hoped that Dinah would take the initiative to cooperate with their work, after all, although the power of the Ancestors was powerful to use, it had many limitations.

If Dinah and Eren couldn't achieve a common goal when they used this power, no one knew what could go wrong.

So these days, he hasn't forced Dinah out of the room, just waiting for her to slowly accept the reality, visiting her for a while every day and talking to her about things that interest her.

She often asks about life within the walls, such as the people's diet, entertainment, traditional festivals, etc.

She didn't seem interested in politics or military matters, so Ian told her about his old life on the farm, about the bazaar and the New Year.

It wasn't until yesterday that she finally took the initiative to come up with the idea of going out and seeing.

Hanji took her around the D.C., not only the bazaar, but also the clinic, the farm, and the new school, and after that, she said she wanted to meet Ian.

So this morning, Ian made a formal appointment with her.

"I'm willing to help you." Dina put her hands on her long skirt and said solemnly, "It's just... I hope you will grant me a request. ”

"Please."

"Please allow me to live within the walls, political, military-related things, I don't want to get involved anymore, I can't use the power of the giantess to fight for you, other things, if I can do it, I will do my best."

"Is that all you ask?"

"Yes." Dinah nodded: "Right now, I just want to see how the Eldians survive in the world." ”

Ian smiled and stood up to shake Dinah's hand.

"You're welcome to be our companion."

It was impossible to let Dinah go to the front in the first place, and she was willing to stay in the rear in peace, which was the best.

It seems that after experiencing great life and death, Dinah has realized that ordinary is true, or has she lost her courage and faith?

But it doesn't matter, it's a good result, it's good for both sides.

Ian and Dinah signed an agreement and each pressed their handprints.

The two of them drank milk tea and chatted at the same time.

I didn't talk about anything particularly serious, just talked about what Dinah saw and heard in Ubitya yesterday, and talked about some simple things in life.

Ian said that he would take her to the farm to try out how to shave sheep and milk cows when he had the chance, and she smiled and said that she was looking forward to it, she had never worked on a farm before.

There was nothing to talk about, so Ian called Hanji and asked him to go through the household registration procedures for Dina.

He sat alone in his office, looking down from the second-floor window, looking out at the fifty-meter-high walls and stone-paved streets.

From today onwards, Dina Flitz will have a new identity and live peacefully within the walls.

I don't know whether to say envy or jealousy, Dinah just lived the life he wanted to live so simply, at least for a short time, nothing could bother her except for the experiments of the power of the ancestors.

How far is he from that life?

How long will it take to stop and rest?

Some can't see the end, but he can only move forward step by step, even if he can't see freedom in this one, as long as he keeps moving forward, he can see freedom in the other.

...

A few days later.

In the area of Yubitea, where the Corps camp is stationed.

Ymir slashed her palm with a knife, blood seeping out, but she couldn't turn into a giant.

She could feel that the power was still present in her, but the power of the giants was no longer at her command, and although the wound in her palm was being repaired by steam, she could not become a "giant".

"It's... The power of the Ancestors—" Ymir sighed, looking at Dinah, who was holding Alan's hand.

"It finally worked." Ian exhaled.

Allen, who was still a minor, was not strong enough in his mind, and it took him several days of trying before he used the power of the Ancestor to successfully seal Ymir's power as a giant.

It can be seen that he has been in a chaotic state recently, and there are too many chaotic memories, so he doesn't know what to do.

There was no way, although he knew that Marais was on the other side of the sea, but he had not seen it with his own eyes, and he could not understand what would happen if the Marais went to war on Paradis Island.

Without a firm goal, there is no way to stimulate the power of the ancestors, a person who is not resolute in his heart, even the power of giants cannot be stimulated, and the switch of the power of giants is some kind of spiritual traction.

"Next, it's time to deal with the Armored Giants and the Oversized Giants."

Ian has officially issued a battle letter, and will go to the frontier tomorrow to capture the two suspected Marais warriors:

Reiner Brown, and Bertolt Hoover.