After finally calming Annie down, Yago walked out of the room with bumps all over his head. He rubbed his cheeks, which had been pinched red. As a cool breeze blew toward him, the lingering drowsiness instantly cleared from his mind.
Subconsciously, Yago placed his hand over his left chest. Even now, he could still feel a slight sluggishness in his heartbeat.
A sense of crisis arose from within. Yago's expression turned cold—ti was running out. According to the plan, reinforcents from Paradis Island would arrive soon, and the Eldian Revival Army led by Serena was already infiltrating the entire Marleyan capital.
Hizuru was responsible for confusing Marley's line of sight, and according to intelligence from Azumabito Kiyomi, Marley had already agreed to the plan of forming an alliance with Hizuru. Recently, they were even preparing to hold a grand conference, inviting representatives from countries all over the world.
This inevitably reminded Yago of the storm stirred up by the Tybur family in older Eren's mories. History really did repeat itself in astonishing ways… Were they planning to shift the bla onto Paradis Island once again?
Yago let out a cold laugh. Since Willy Tybur had already set up such a grand stage, wouldn't it be a pity if Paradis Island didn't step onto it and put on a performance? However, when the ti ca, it wouldn't just be the small number of soldiers from older Eren's mories. This would be the strongest force Paradis Island had developed over the years—and their very first debut before the nations of the world.
When Serena first heard Yago's plan, she was quite shocked. She felt that his plan was sowhat insane. Originally, her idea had been to cause so destruction in the Marleyan capital, then take advantage of the chaos to gather the forces of the Eldian Revival Army and return to Paradis Island. With Hizuru's help, they could continue to develop, confront Marley, and gradually liberate the Eldian people.
But at the ti, Yago had simply smiled and said:
"If we're going to do sothing, let's make it big. What's the point of small-scale trouble?"
"Huh? What do you an?"
Yago raised a finger and waved it.
"I'm not planning to cause destruction in the Marleyan capital."
"Then what are you going to do?"
Yago suddenly clenched his fist, his eyes gleaming.
"I want the entire Marleyan capital!"
Serena froze on the spot. She really wanted to ask—Have you lost your mind? Our Eldian Revival Army only has a few thousand people in total. You want the Marleyan capital? Why not just say you want the entire Marleyan continent?
...
Yago held the photograph and walked to the door of Mrs. Russell's room. Just then, the maid Daisy ca out carrying a teapot. Upon seeing Yago, she gave a respectful bow.
"Young Master Loya."
Yago nodded.
"You've worked hard, Daisy."
Daisy replied, "It's what I should do. By the way, Young Master Loya, you asked to contact my companions last ti. I've already reached them. When should I have them co over?"
Yago said, "Is that so? Have them co as soon as possible. Soon, many guests will be coming to this manor. I'll have to trouble you all then."
Daisy responded, "Understood, Young Master Loya."
Daisy had a very good impression of Yago—at least compared to the Marleyan nobles she had seen before. He was humble, polite, and generous. Most of the current Marleyan nobles had already declined; they only clung to empty titles, unable even to afford full-ti maids, occasionally hiring temporary ones like her.
Yet these nobles still had terrible tempers, acting arrogantly as if they stood above everyone else. But when it ca ti to settle the bill, they were even more calculating over small change than a sixty-year-old grandmother buying things on the street.
After Daisy left, Yago took a deep breath, gripping the slightly yellowed photograph in his hand. Looking at the young Ebson and the unfamiliar yet strangely familiar man in the picture, he felt an urgent need to uncover their identities.
Yago could sense that the abnormalities he had been experiencing recently were definitely related to Ebson. Likewise, the newly appeared Titans created by Ebson must also be connected to his Fate Titan.
Logically speaking, Founder Ymir should only be responsible for the Nine Titans, and only those Nine Titans should possess intelligence. So how had Ebson originally created him—a sentient Titan outside the Nine Titans? And in the years that followed, how did he continuously create other intelligent Titans? How had he made Founder Ymir do it?
If possible, Yago truly wanted to drag Eren along and et Founder Ymir again to ask why. But there were no such "ifs."
Speaking of which, after not seeing him for several years, he wondered how Eren was doing now. Without the influence of older Eren's mories, and with the power of the Founder sealed, would that gloomy, ponytailed Eren still appear?
And with Aunt Carla still alive and well, Yago found himself faintly looking forward to eting Eren again in the near future.
"Still… I rember that brat Eren grows to over 180 centiters. Almost as tall as ."
Thinking of this made Yago feel a bit uncomfortable. He used to always look down at Eren, but now they'd be eye to eye—sothing he found hard to accept.
But when he thought about Connie and Jean, who seed to grow like they were pumped with hormones, he felt even more annoyed.
At the sa ti, in Marley, Yago wasn't the only one thinking about Eren. Under the dim yellow light, Zeke examined the photograph in front of him. It had been sent along with intelligence from Yelena on Paradis Island.
Looking at the young and handso Eren in the photo, Zeke sighed with emotion. A long-lost sense of familiarity stirred within him.
"This is my little brother…"
Yelena had reported that Paradis Island was organizing its forces to sail out and attack Marley. It seed that Yago hadn't lied to him. But what caught Zeke's attention even more was that Yelena said Eren had agreed to et him.
This made Zeke sowhat excited. He could hardly wait to et his younger brother. He also hoped that after hearing his euthanasia plan, Eren would fully support him. If that happened—brothers united, striving toward the sa goal—what an inspiring sight it would be.
However, excitent aside, Zeke would never let his guard down. No one truly understood how deep the mind of Zeke ran. If Eren didn't agree with the euthanasia plan, Zeke already had a foolproof counterasure.
In any case, everything was under control. No one could stop the euthanasia plan from proceeding! The liberation of the Eldian people rested in his hands!
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