"It's there, it's much more comfortable~"

Ian let out a comfortable moan, and Heatria's shoulders rubbed for him.

He sat down on the bench, and Heatheria stood behind him, rubbing his stiff shoulders away.

"When I was on the farm, you always took care of me." "So I'm wondering when I'll be able to help you." ”

"Thanks, that's been a great help." Ian moved his arms: "I'm much better, if you can't sleep, just sit down for a while, I have to deal with the rest of the documents first." ”

"Hmm." Heatheria brought a bench and sat quietly beside Ian.

Ian then looked at the rest of the material, mainly some reports from Armin and Hanji.

Hanji was in charge of the overseas part, while Armin was on the island's survey team, looking for uranium ore.

On Hanji's side, there is nothing to discover, there is no way to use giants in the outside world, and her main task is to cooperate with the Isfar people to wander around the material factories of various countries.

Hangji is in charge of external procurement of materials and internal combustion engines, and when she has time, she will go to the ore market to see if there is uranium ore.

Ian hopes that uranium mines can be found on the island as much as possible.

If uranium ore is found on the outside continent, mining and transportation are a problem, after all, it is someone else's land, and if you want to carry out large-scale mining, even if you disguise your identity, it is difficult to obtain greater activity authority.

With money, the financial aspects of Parady Island are very tight, after all, military preparations are quite expensive, and their military spending is a big expense.

It is best to have uranium mines on the island, and the probability of uranium mines on Parady Island is quite high, and this land is very similar to Australia.

In the previous world, the world's most abundant uranium reserves were Australia, which has many open-pit uranium deposits, and the geographical location, flora and fauna ecology of Paradis Island are similar to Australia.

If uranium ore is found here, it will be much easier and faster to mine it directly with giants, and it will be much easier and faster to build power plants and centrifuges next to the mining area to make nuclear bombs.

Ian was looking through the report, which had been sent to the royal capital a week earlier.

Armin's team seemed to have made a new discovery, and the report contained several black-and-white photographs and text reports.

As for whether it is uranium ore or not, it is uncertain, and it is being continuously mined, and it is compared with the samples.

Ian looked carefully, judging from the report alone, the probability of being a uranium mine was not small, and he wondered if he should go to the scene to see it in person, that place was near the sea, and if he took the train and let Ymir carry him, it would take about two days to get there.

As he was thinking, something touched his mouth.

It was a cookie, and Heatheria opened the snack box and handed over the hand-baked berry cookie.

She was so close that she was almost clinging to Ian.

Ian opened his mouth and accepted the feed from Her Royal Highness.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, but Heatheria's cold fingers always ran over Ian's lips as she fed.

She seemed to be drunk, her cheeks were slightly red, her delicate body was getting closer and closer, and even bolder, and she rested her soft thighs on Ian's legs, and there was a nice smell on her body, like a sweet golden irise.

Unable to look at the material any more, Heatheria shifted and hugged him, resting her head in the crook of his arm, looking at Ian's face with a watery look that could not be refused.

Ian put down the papers in his hand and held Heatheria's waist, who was now sitting in his arms.

"It's been a long time since we've been together like this." Heatheria's tone was resentful.

"You're tired." Ian's hand brushed over Heatria's ear, combing her messy hair, "I'll send you to bed." ”

Heatheria bit his forearm with a mouthful of silver teeth, leaving two rows of tooth marks: "Mikasa and Elan, they will get married next year, I'm not a child anymore, I'm fifteen years old!" ”

Fifteen years old, in the world over there, it's just the age of high school.

But on the island of Paradys, fifteen years old is considered an adult, and experiences make people grow, and what Heatria's experience from childhood to adulthood has already matured her mind.

She witnessed the death of her mother and acquaintances when she was ten years old, and for the next five years, as a royal daughter, she traveled in various social and public situations, and she really could no longer be regarded as a child, she had grown up.

It's rare to see her have such an unwell-behaved side, in the past, she basically obeyed her words and was a good girl.

But does she really like to be a good girl?

Perhaps, she prefers to be a bad boy.

Ian touched Heatheria's head, the little girl who needed him to wipe her mouth when she ate, was slim and slim.

She is like an angry kitten, baring her teeth in your arms and glaring at you vigorously, either you open a pack of cans for her today and feed her beautifully, or you will completely anger her and run away from home in anger and ignore you again.

But will she really ignore you? Whose arms can she go to but be in your arms, thirsting for a little warmth?

She grew up snuggling with you, you watched her meow in confusion, took her into your arms and fed her, helped her groom, scratched her chin when she was unhappy, she treated you as her dependence, just to find you and let you touch her head again.

Touch her head, and she'll continue to be that good girl.

Ian knew exactly what to do with her.

But

"The war is about to begin." Ian whispered, "Weapons that can defeat giants will soon be developed, and in another ten years, another thirty or fifty years, humans will even be able to stop the earth with weapons, and even super-large giants will be destroyed under human weapons." ”

Ian lifted the bangs on Heatheria's forehead and looked at her: "I have something I have to do, I want to protect this island, I want to see the world, but maybe none of this can be achieved, maybe tomorrow I will die." ”

Heatheria grabbed him by the hem of his shirt and buried her head in his chest: "I don't want anything from you, I don't need anything." ”

"Hesteria" Ian opened his mouth, saw the reflective side of the mirror in a trance, his pupils contracted, and he took back what he was going to say: "You have been lately, does your head suddenly feel pain?" ”

"How do you know? Did Captain Erwin tell you? Heatheria looked up.

"Do you have a headache right now?"

"A little bit."

"Is this it?"

"Hmm."

"How do you feel?"

"Much better." Heatheria curled up in Ian's arms.

Ian stared into the mirror, watching the shadow of the Progenitor Ymir disappear from there.

"I'm sorry. I'm really tired today, I'll send you back to your room, I'll come to you tomorrow, and we'll talk about it then, okay? ”

(End of chapter)