"Have I been here before?" Yago once again found himself standing in a vast expanse of blinding white.
...
"Her, then!" A voice suddenly rang out. Yago's vision blurred, and a scene appeared before his eyes.
Two n held kerosene lamps, carefully shining the light on several little girls standing in front of them.
The two n were dressed fairly neatly. By contrast, the children opposite them were in tattered rags—clearly holess orphans.
So… were these two n human traffickers?
Yago observed silently. After inspecting them closely, the two n made their choice. They selected one girl, and one of the n spoke gently,
"Co with us. You'll live together with us from now on."
Yago saw the child they had chosen—young, yet deeply familiar.
"Ymir?"
He recognized Ymir at a glance, back when she was a child.
"So this is… Ymir's mory." Yago quickly understood that he was now inside Ymir's mories.
A life of wandering, hungry one day and full the next, had long since numbed Ymir. She didn't know why the n in front of her wanted to take her away, but following them might at least an a full al.
Thus, Ymir, still just a little girl, was taken away by two Eldians. Soon after, an Eldian church rose into existence.
Promoted as soone who possessed the king's blood, Ymir beca the spiritual anchor of despairing Eldians. Even though Ymir herself knew nothing—she hadn't even been given the na Ymir by herself.
Still, Ymir was very happy. Everyone was happy when they saw her. She brought happiness to others, and she no longer had to eat cold leftovers or sleep on the floor.
In this small Eldian church, Ymir beca a god who brought hope to people.
More and more Eldians ca to revere Lady Ymir, who was rumored to possess the king's blood.
Everyone said that Lady Ymir would bring them eternal life and wealth, and that they would no longer have to endure oppression by the Marleyans.
Sadly, all of this was ultimately false. Ymir was not a god with the king's blood—she was just an ordinary Eldian girl being used.
Ymir was not a god, nor could she see the ill-intentioned individuals who had infiltrated the church.
A life where she could keep bringing hope to people like this didn't seem so bad.
Under the people's worship, Ymir herself gradually beca imrsed in it, as if she truly had beco a god with the king's blood.
But when Ymir was eleven years old, an accident still occurred. For nothing more than the status of an honorary Marleyan, the entire Eldian church was sold out to the Marleyan governnt.
When ard Marleyan soldiers violently stord into the underground church, Ymir's halo was finally shattered.
The bishop who had once revered Ymir the most was the first to betray her, pointing at Ymir in panic and shouting,
"It's her! She's the one who deceived us! She's the one who said she had the king's blood!"
Facing the cold interrogation of the Marleyan soldiers, perhaps because she had worn the mask for too long, looking at the panicked faces of the congregation below, Ymir gathered her courage and admitted,
"Yes! It's ! I am Ymir who possesses the king's blood!"
She was imdiately struck hard by a Marleyan soldier's rifle butt. Yet the panicked expressions of the congregation below did not change in the slightest.
Outside the church, the attitude of the Eldians made Ymir's heart grow cold—she was angrily cursed by her own people and humiliated by the Marleyans.
Ymir finally realized that all these years she had been living in lies. She had no king's blood.
And it wasn't only those Eldians who had deceived her—Ymir herself had deceived herself as well.
In the end, Ymir was taken up onto the walls of Lost Paradise, watching as the congregation were injected one by one and pushed off the walls, howling amid yellow lightning as they transford into terrifying Titans.
She was afraid. Ymir struggled, even cried, but the Marleyan soldiers behind her showed no rcy. Eldians were never well-behaved—churches like this had already been destroyed several tis.
Who would care about an Eldian?
A Marleyan soldier drove the syringe straight into Ymir's neck, watching as Ymir tumbled down from the wall and transford into a five-ter-tall Titan.
"What an ugly thing," the Marleyan soldier said coldly.
From that day on, Paradis Island gained another five-ter-class Titan that wandered endlessly.
...
Everything might have ended right there.
But one day, the Ymir Titan, which had lain on the ground for months, was disturbed and stood up.
Before it were four terrified children. But a mindless Pure Titan has no thoughts.
Its instinct to prey on humans dominated its actions. It randomly reached out toward a blond boy, but a brown-haired boy shoved him aside and was instead caught by the Ymir Titan.
The brown-haired boy was eaten by the Ymir Titan just like that, while his companions fled in a mad dash.
Yago watched all of this in silence. He had never imagined that Ymir had such a past. That carefree-seeming girl had endured such a tragic history.
Before Yago could finish his sigh, his vision blurred once more.
...
The scene that appeared this ti left Yago frozen in place.
A familiar place, a familiar starry sky, a familiar desert, and beneath the stars, familiar pillars of light.
Ymir awoke, naked. Having devoured the holder of a sentient Titan's power, Ymir was reborn.
Gazing at the beautiful, dazzling world before her, at the pillar of light beneath the brilliant starry sky,
Ymir smiled. She no longer needed to live for others. From the mont of her rebirth onward, Ymir would live for herself.
Yago stood far away from Ymir. Her rebirth felt as though it were arranged by fate.
Yago raised his head. The dazzling pillars of light converged together, as if calling out to Yago.
Though he was clearly within Ymir's mories, Yago could truly feel the call of the pillars of light directed at him.
"Child… fate… co back..."
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