"Lady Ymir"
"Lady Ymir"
Inside the hall, a congregation of people zealously prayed to a figure seated in the wooden throne.
From above, Ymir looks at the number of people fanatically praying to her.
For years people have flocked to her, treating her as a king and worshipping her as a god.
Initially as a homeless orphan, her life suddenly took a change of destiny. She still remembers that day like it was just yesterday, when a man visited the Hovel; choosing her from others, he brought her out from there.
Promising her a noble future, he provides her with regal clothes and a false identity.
Following which the delusional people flocked to her, forming a circle surrounding her.
From that moment onward, her life took a dramatic turn.
The insignificant character of her transforms into a prerequisite ritual. The unwanted girl became a necessity.
But then, one day, with the followers of her, came along the people from the ruling Marlian empire.
The situation again changes with the similar intensity; from an orphan and homeless girl to a worshipped deity, she changes to a devil.
Punished for the treason, she was damned to the devil's island.
Where she and the other people—her worshippers—all got turned into pure titans.
After which, confined and shackled into a mindless body, she wanders aimlessly.
When the change again arrives, an unfortunate warrior of the Marlian empire, she devours the unprepared titan shifter, gaining back her freedom.
Waking up from the nightmarish titan body, she was liberated.
"W###e #p Y##r"
"Y#ir #ake u#"
'Ugh, what! Where am I?'
Ymir suddenly feels like she woke up from a long dream.
She drowsily opens her eyes, but the bright sunlight causes her to squint her eyes in discomfort.
"Ymir"
'Ugh, is that Historia?"
Hearing the familiar faint voice, Ymir immediately recognizes it.
"Ymir!!! Wake up!!!!"
This time the shout from Historia sounded loud and clear to Ymir, who immediately perceived the urgency and terror in her voice.
Knowing that something seems to be wrong, Ymir tries to wake up, but the intense headache makes her groan in pain.
Flailing her limbs, Ymir crawls and tries to push her body to stand up.
With great difficulty, she holds out against the headache, opening her hazy eyes. Ymir looks in the direction from where Historia's voice sounded.
The blurry figure of Historia enters her vision, who seems to be bound, restricted in her movement.
"Sigh, can't you shut down for a bit?"
Suddenly an annoyed voice sounded, which immediately captured Ymir's attention.
Looking at that familiar face, her drowsiness instantly vanished, and the intense headache she was feeling was immediately replaced by the memories of a visit to a bakery and then meeting that enigmatic person; she also clearly remembered what transpired after that.
Recalling those cold eyes, Ymir shudders.
And now being looked at by those same cold red eyes, Ymir feels that she had been stuck in a cold storm.
"Oh, it looks like our queen has woken up." The cold voice of Kevin sounded, looking at the slowly rising figure of Ymir, his eyes flashing red.
"Ymir!! Run away; he is a monster. Ymir, save your life and run away." Historia, seeing that Ymir has woken, immediately shouts, telling Ymir to run away from there.
Ymir looks at Historia, who has tears running down her face, feeling the despair in her voice, her heart throbs in pain.
"Argh, you are really loud for someone so short." Kevin gives Historia an annoyed look.
"And can't you understand? You are held captive by me, so how can your friend run away, leaving you all alone in the evil clutches of mine?" Kevin exasperatedly looks at Historia.
"What do you want?" Historia shouted at Kevin, looking at him with anguish-filled eyes. She questioned him, "Why are you doing this to us? We haven't done anything wrong to you, so why?" Tears of aggravation fall from her eyes.
Hearing her question, Kevin replies, "Why? because of survival." The plain words come out of his mouth.
Historia gives him a disbelieving look.
"Believe it or not, it is just that simple; it is all because of survival that I am doing all of this." Kevin speaks in a matter-of-fact tone. "If the situation could be different than it is, I am sure that I would have been your own compadre, but it is what it is."
Saying that, Kevin looks back at Ymir, who has now regained full consciousness.
Ymir stood up from the ground, her eyes wandering to the surroundings, noticing the simple shed at some distance where Historia stood shackled, then looking at the fence surrounding this open field, Ymir immediately understood that they are on a farm.
"Who are you?" Looking at Kevin, Ymir questions him.
"I don't think that is important." Kevin replies in a cold tone, "Instead you should be focused on saving yourselves."
Hearing the coldness in his voice, "Your target should be me." Ymir said to Kevin, "Let go of Christia."
"Well, forget about her. I can even let you go, that is, if you are capable of it." Saying that, Kevin brings out a knife and throws it at Ymir.
"Let's not waste any more time, and be considerate that I am even giving you a chance."
Looking at the fallen knife at her feet, Ymir picks it up.
"No! Ymir, he can also shift into a titan." Looking at the action of Kevin and Ymir, Historia suddenly cries out, warning Ymir, "Run away; you will not be able to stand against him. He is just a monster."
Hearing the words of Historia, Ymir confirms the suspicion she has about Kevin, looking at him, standing there with no hint of urgency or any kind of alertness in him, like he doesn't consider her a threat.
Seeing this scene, anger rises in her heart.
"I don't understand how you know about me." Ymir said in a resolute voice, "Why are you doing all of this? But since it has come to this, I will not back down."
Suddenly, she takes a step towards Kevin.
"Ymir, please listen to me, and run away from here." Historia pleadingly cries.
But Ymir's step didn't hinder; they continued to move in their direction.
"Historia." Ymir calls out to her, looking at her delicate expression. Sorrow flashes in her eyes. "I have always lived in an illusion; my life was just a meaning for others, but now, I want to live for myself," she says resolutely. "I want to do what I want, make decisions that I want, so please don't stop me; I want to follow my heart." With steps full of determination, Ymir advances.
"Ymir!" Historia lets out a silent cry full of sorrow.
With her small steps transitioning into a full sprint, when Ymir arrives at some distance from Kevin, suddenly, with a cry of defiance, she swings the knife at her own arm.
The red droplets of blood gush out of her hand, shining in the golden brilliance.
A lightning strike, and Ymir turns into the Jaw Titan.
Dashing at Kevin, she points her claws at him, ready to slice him into many pieces.
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Phew~
Thank God, i am able to finish this chapter in time.
In the upcoming days i will be super busy, but still, I will write the chapters and try to maintain the consistency.
Please point out the error and the area where i can improve myself.
Thank you.