Mikasa

"Your favorite color?".

Jean wondered for a moment.

"Brown. And yours?".

"Blue".

"When's your birthday?".

"February tenth. You?".

"The seventh of July".

"Do you have any siblings?".

"Yes, a sister. She's also a doctor, but a gynecologist. My parents are dentists".

"Wow. The family of doctors…".

"What's your dream job?" Jean asked the question before Mikasa could add something more.

She was thinking about the answer, though she felt that the man was just trying to avoid another, more difficult topic.

"I never really thought about that. When I was little, I liked to paint a lot, but since I moved with the Yaegers, I didn't have many chances".

Mikasa rested her head on Jean's naked chest. The man stroked her cheek. They were lying in a wide bed in a hotel room in the very center of Trost. She came here to run some errands, or so she said to Grisha. It was the only way she could meet Jean alone. When they entered the room an hour ago, they weren't idle: they went straight to bed. Now they both wanted to spend the rest of the time talking, to get to know each other better.

"You didn't let me tell you about my family".

"It's just... If you don't want to, you don't have to" Jean confessed, kissing her forehead. Mikasa shook her head.

"It's okay, really. Actually, you do know everything. I have no one else but Eren. Of course, there's Grisha, there are Zeke and Carla, but there's nothing between us. Well, nothing, except for this sick business. As for my parents, I hardly remember them" The girl's face turned a little sad. Jean stroked her bare arm, staring silently at Mikasa. He was silent, giving her all the time she needed. "I only remember that my father had some problems with the money, or rather with the people he borrowed the money from. He and Grisha knew each other. My father turned to him for help, but when Yaeger came to us, it was too late. I hid under the bed when it happened. I heard everything. The sounds of fight, the screams of my parents… Couple of hours passed before Grisha found me. He took me to his place. That's where I met Eren".

The girl sighed, then hugged the man.

"Sorry, I shouldn't ruin the mood. It's so nice".

"You're not ruining anything" Jean whispered fondly, embracing the girl. "I want to know you better. I want to know everything about you. Thank you for telling me about this. It probably wasn't easy".

"Everything gets easier with you" Mikasa replied, looking at Kirschtein. They smiled at each other, then their lips joined in a tender kiss. Finally the girl got up and reached for her bra. "I should go back. I don't want anyone to start asking questions".

"Back in the same place next week?" Jean asked, getting to his feet as well.

"We should probably change hotels in case someone follows us".

"Relax, I think Grisha would understand if he found out you're just having an affair" The man raised the corners of his mouth. Mikasa put on her underwear, then put on her shirt and started buttoning.

"Maybe, or maybe not... I'd rather not risk it. Sometimes he treats me like his daughter, and sometimes he's really creepy and gives me that looks, that all I want to do is to break a vase on his head. It all depends on his humor. Either way, he can be angry for a variety of reasons. For example, only because I hid something from him. I don't want anything to happen to you".

"It's sweet that you're so worried about me" Jean wrapped his arms around her, then ran his fingers up her hips. Mikasa laughed softly.

"Gosh, stop it! I said I'm ticklish!".

Jean laughed as well, but continued to tickle the girl. Mikasa quickly found his lips and kissed him, to get his attention. The man gave up his initial intention and focused on the kiss. It was a while before she left the room.

Leaving the hotel, the girl felt an overwhelming happiness, but also something else. A faint twinge of sadness, the bitterness of injustice that she and Jean can only meet in these strange, nameless hotel rooms. Could this ever change? Would she ever be able to decide about herself? Would she ever get a chance to live with the person she really loved?

The last thought made her cheeks flush a little. That what was between her and Jean was still too fresh to be called love. But she knew she already fell for the man. The intensity of the feeling terrified her, but she couldn't resist it.

She still wanted more.

When she returned to the Yaeger's mansion (making sure that no one was following her), she changed into fresh clothes and combed her hair. She had no major plans for the day, so she was surprised when Pieck knocked on her door at one point.

"The boss wants to see you" The girl said, her head peeking out through the ajar door. Long, dark hair fell over her shoulders.

"I'll be there in a moment" Mikasa replied, feeling the panic inside her.

What could it be?

When she entered the cabinet moments later, Grisha was already inside, sitting by the big table, surrounded by his people: The Owl, the Gaillard brothers and a few other, less important employees. Eren and Zeke were also here. Annie, who was still recovering, was absent today, the same as Ymir, who had some field work. The youngest Yaeger gave Mikasa a tender look. Zeke, in turn, looked at her reluctantly, but she was already used to it.

"Finally" Grisha muttered, pointing to the seat next to him. The girl sat at the chair, placing her hands on the table top. "Glad to see you're back. Did you manage to get everything sorted out?".

It took Mikasa a moment to understand what he meant. Right, she told him she had a few things to do in town. She nodded, trying to look ordinary.

"Yes, everything is fine".

However, she knew the man well enough that she noticed how his eyelids narrowed slightly. He didn't finish the topic yet.

"Is Jean also fine?".

Mikasa widened her eyes. It was as if Grisha's words had punched her like a blow, as if they had taken on a physical dimension. They were like a sudden, deliberate attack.

So he knew. How could she be so stupid as to think she would hide anything from him? She looked at the Yaeger brothers. Zeke frowned slightly, though he didn't seem very interested. In turn, Eren stared at her, widening his eyes.

"Yes…" She muttered, her eyes returning to Grisha. "If you must know, we met because I wasn't feeling good lately. I fainted several times and I was really weak. I didn't want to worry you. I feel better now".

"You didn't want to worry me" Grisha repeated, smiling in his usual icy manner. Mikasa didn't know anyone else who possessed this kind of a dangerous smile, so devoid of merriment. "Is this some kind of special therapy, since you two are meeting at the hotel?".

Mikasa opened her mouth, but her voice caught in her throat. She closed her eyes for a moment. It was too late, Grisha must have figured out everything. Fortunately, there was no anger in his voice, only cautious irony.

"We value privacy" She confessed quietly. Suddenly, something occurred to her. She looked at Grisha and tried her best to make her gaze soften and her voice warmer, completely devoid of dislike. "That's why I needed my own car, so I can meet with Jean. It's still very delicate. I'm sorry, I wanted to tell you at the right moment. You must remember what it's like to fell in love for the first time, right?".

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Zeke yawn and glance the other way. She could feel Eren's watchful eye on her, though. But she was staring at Grisha, devoting full attention to him. In the man's eyes, she saw that the distrust and irritation at her secret were giving way to composure. After a while Grisha smiled. He even reached out and stroked her cheek. Mikasa had to use all her willpower to suppress the shudder of disgust that seized her. She saw Eren clench his fists, but remained silent.

"Yes, I remember what it's like" The man said, studying her face carefully. Though he continued to smile, his eyes suddenly turned cold. "Just remember, birdie, that if anything happens, he's not part of the family. I hope that if we ever have to give up his services, you won't stand in my way".

Mikasa's heart trembled at the thought, though she couldn't quite tell whether the man's words were just information or a threat. She nodded, hoping it would make the unwanted hand disappear. So it happened, Grisha took his hand back, then sat up straight and looked around the room.

"I'm going to Marley today to discuss a few things with my associates" His voice echoed throughout the cabinet. "As you all know, the police aren't our only concern lately. We also have to deal with the Tyburs. I hope that both of these problems will be neutralized soon".

"We have to show the pigs where they belong" Zeke added, leaning his chin on his hand and winking at Pieck, who was sitting opposite him. The woman raised her eyebrows and gave him a passive smile. "We recently showed them who they're dealing with. We cannot stop there, we must keep making their life more miserable. Especially since that fucking Ackerman is back at work".

"I think we should slow down a little" Eren said.

Everyone looked at him. He rarely spoke at such meetings. The boy didn't seem nervous though. He stared at his father with fixed eyes.

"We can't give them even a shadow of an evidence that there's anything we have to do with the latest attack. We should lay low and wait, until we get Xavier back...".

"For how long?" Grisha asked, his hands resting on the glistening wood. "A week? Month? You know they're using every means possible to extend his arrest".

"They can't do it forever...".

"Theoretically you're right, but for me it already takes forever" Grisha's eyes twinkled from behind the round glasses. He looked at Eren with a fixed stare.

The boy returned the look. Mikasa had an impression as if he wanted to say something else. Propose some solution, which he, however, wasn't entirely sure. Grisha gave him a moment, but as the silence stretched, the oldest Yaeger continued his speech.

"I'm going to Marley for one purpose only. My partners offered me to delegate some of their employees, so they can help me with resuming production while Xavier is away. Even after being released from custody, Tom will have to wait some time, because they will definitely keep watching him. As for the new employees… I'm gonna have to check them, to know if they 're really worthy of my trust. I won't be able to leave them all alone. This will mean increased work and frequent shifts. I need someone for this job".

Grisha looked around the room, but everyone were silent.

At one point, Zeke hit the table with his hand. This unexpected, hollow noise made Mikasa jump in her chair.

"Sounds like a fun to me" Zeke muttered, smiling wryly. "Why not, I'll do it".

Grisha, however, fixed a dark glance at Eren.

"Well, I rather thought that your younger brother would take care of it, since he wanted to get involved so bad".

Mikasa saw the boy raised his eyebrows. Eren had seemed pensive a moment before.

"Me...?" He asked, looking like a student who had been suddenly called to the blackboard. "I don't know if I can do it…".

Grisha's eyes narrowed.

"If you say so" The man's voice was cold. Suddenly he got up from his seat and looked at Zeke. "Then I'll let you know tomorrow when you start".

Then Grisha looked at Mikasa.

"You're going with me today. We're leaving in an hour" Grisha said to her, then left the cabinet with The Owl and other people.

Mikasa swallowed hard. Recently, she rarely went somewhere with Grisha, she thought that those days were just the past. As nearly everyone had left the cabinet, Eren approached Mikasa. There was a hint of guilt in his eyes, but she didn't blame him at all. She didn't want him to agree to a risky job, to be away from home, in the company of strangers who could be dangerous.

"I'm so sorry... He completely surprised me with this proposal" The boy confessed in a whisper, gently grabbing her hand.

"Forget about it. You've got enough to do here".

"I feel he's disappointed in me".

"You really care so much about his approval?" Mikasa raised an eyebrow. Her voice was softer than before. Eren looked at her briefly, then a hint of some new feeling appeared in his eyes.

"So, You and Jean? Is it true?".

The girl bit her lip. She already thought she could get away from Eren without even bringing up the subject. Her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Well, yeah. It just happened".

"Why didn't you tell me?".

"I didn't know how you would react".

Eren looked into her eyes intently, as if to see any sign of anxiety in them. However, he found nothing of that.

"It must be serious, since you were meeting in secret".

Mikasa smiled.

"Maybe it's strange, because we haven't known each other for long, but… That's it. He's a person worth the risk".

Eren nodded, a little thoughtful.

He then hugged her and they said goodbye. She left the cabinet to go to her room. She had an hour to prepare.

Ymir

Ymir got into the car. She leaned over and wiped the bloody marks from her shoes with a handkerchief.

She preferred to shoot her targets at greater distances to avoid such situations, but it wasn't always possible. She rolled up the tissue and tossed it in the glove compartment along with the gun, then started the engine.

She checked the notifications on the phone, but expected no message from Grisha. She's done her job for today… But she noticed a message from Historia. The woman bit her lip lightly. She felt a little guilty for having been ignoring Historia's messages for several weeks. She was too busy, and besides, she was worried about the girl's safety all the time.

She looked briefly at the message, expecting the same words as every time. Historia was always asking if she was okay and when they could see each other.

Fritz widened her eyes as the message conveyed a completely different meaning.

"Ymir, I need your help. I finish work in a moment. Please come quickly".

Without thinking, she started the engine and left the place in no time.

A quarter of an hour later she stopped in front of a cafe, looking towards the building.

She spotted Historia exiting the main door. The girl must have noticed her because she immediately started walking towards her car. She had a serious face, but she didn't look injured, and neither was anyone harassing her… Fortunately, whatever was happening was not about her health. Ymir calmed down a little.

Historia got into the car and closed the door behind her, then looked at Fritz. Ymir raised her eyebrows.

"What's going on?" She asked, unable to hide the worry in her voice.

The blonde crossed her arms over her chest and fixed Ymir with a scolding look.

"At the beginning, I just want to say that I'm sorry for lying to you. It was just a trick. I knew this was the only way I would get your attention" Historia confessed, raising one eyebrow. "I had no choice. Ymir, what's going on? Why are you ignoring me?".

Fritz blinked in surprise, then laughed softly. All the tension in her body faded away as if by magic.

"No way! I should have guessed. You're a sly fox".

"Be serious for a moment! Did something happen? Did I do something wrong?" The blonde wanted to know. Ymir sighed and shook her head.

"Of course not. It's just… I have a lot of work to do. I also don't want you to get mixed up in anything that might put you at risk".

"Don't you think I can decide for myself?" Historia asked in an icy tone. "You know what? I don't want to talk about it here. Take me to your place".

"Wait, what?".

"You've been to mine, now I want to visit you" Reiss said with incredible confidence. Then she buckled her seat belt and looked at Ymir expectantly. "What are you waiting for?".

Fritz looked surprised. She had to admit that she was quite into this new version of Historia, but preferred not to cross the line. So she pulled the car out of the parking space and started driving.

Ymir opened the door to the apartment and let Historia in first. The light in the hallway came on automatically. They saw a studio apartment, decorated in white and black colors with red elements. On the wall next to the door, there was hanging a large painting of modern art, some geometric shapes. Ymir had no idea what the painter meant, but she bought it because it matched to the interior. The kitchenette was on the right. At the far end of the room there was a large bed with a big TV in front of it.

"Do you want a drink?" Ymir asked, tossing a leather jacket over one of the high chairs. She went to the bar and pulled out a bottle of gin.

"No. I want to know what's going on" Historia drawled, taking the bottle from the woman's hand. She put the gin on the counter, then fixed Ymir with a serious look. "You can talk now".

"Geez... You've never seemed so attractive to me as you are now" Ymir said, laughing. Historia, however, was not amused. Fritz finally capitulated, took the girl's hand and led her towards the wide red couch. Once they were seated, Ymir continued: "I can't tell you much. Long story short, my boss has recently crossed some lines, I mean… He exceeded certain limits that he once set for himself. I keep wondering what that means and when the police will start getting on his ass".

Reiss was silent as she considered Ymir's words, or rather the words which were unspoken.

"I was worried about you. You could write me something, anything" Historia confessed, in a calmer tone. Ymir reached out and took the girl's hand in hers.

"I know, forgive me. I had to focus on my job. Some dangerous people attacked us recently. They hurt one of my friend, she was shot, but she'll be fine eventually. I didn't want to be distracted. And no one distracted me as much as you do".

Historia smiled gently. After a moment she leaned towards Ymir and kissed her tenderly. Fritz kissed her back, wrapping her arms around the blonde and hugging her tightly. She turned the kiss into more passionate one. Historia's lips agreed to that willingly. After a while they broke away from each other.

Ymir pulled the girl towards the bed. Reiss didn't resist. They headed in that direction, hugging each other and exchanging kisses while taking off all their layers of clothing. When they fell onto the bed they were only in their underwear.

Fritz leaned over Historia, kissing her lips with passion and longing. Ymir touched girl's soft body with her fingers, kissed her hot skin trying to please her lover, and to remember this moment forever, with all the details. She heard Historia's sighs, she could feel her taste and that amazing scent with which she probably fell in love during their first meeting.

There was no place on Historia's body which Ymir had not touched that evening and which she had not kissed. She wanted to remember every detail of it, memorize every shape. Reiss wasn't idle, she also did everything to make Ymir feel good.

After a few hours, they finally lay down beside each other, hugging tightly and calming their breaths. Ymir stroked the sweat-damp strands of Historia's hair tenderly and held the girl in her arms. After a long moment, Reiss was the first to speak.

"Let's leave this country".

Ymir was falling asleep a little, so it took a few seconds for her to understand the meaning of the words. She blinked in surprise, not sure if she had misheard.

"What?".

"Let's get out of here. You and me. You have no idea of how often I've thought about doing this… To take Frieda far away and start a quiet, normal life with her. I always lacked money for a fresh start. Or someone who will be with me to help me at the beginning".

Ymir chuckled softly.

"That sounds awesome, baby, but you have no idea how far are Grisha's connections reaching. I'm not sure about it myself and prefer not to check it. I don't want him to hurt you, or Frieda".

"I think that sometimes you have to take a risk to change your own fate" Historia confessed after a while, then sat up straight. "You can't just sit and wait for something to happen to you. Since the police are starting to get on your heels, you may have to run away soon. Let's do this together. If you could just take me with you...".

Ymir suddenly shrugged and lifted the corner of her mouth.

"If so, fine. Let's do this" She said, sounding like she was talking about going to the movies. She thought Historia would suddenly change her mind, but the girl nodded.

"So, we have a deal".

The two women looked at each other for a moment. Ymir thought to herself, that Historia would suddenly burst out laughing. It sounded like a great joke, but her blue eyes showed incredible stubbornness and confidence in what she was going to do. What's more, she suddenly bent down and kissed Ymir tenderly, then looked into her eyes.

"I know you probably won't believe me, but I think I'm in love with you".

Ymir didn't know which surprised her more, Historia's earlier proposition, or this sudden confession? Feeling the girl's arms around her and the lips kissing her again, she stopped thinking about anything.

Eren

Eren walked down the stairs and stopped in the hall. He looked around, but Zeke was nowhere to see. He leaned his arm against the wall and put his hands in his pockets.

He was going to spend the evening in the company of his brother.

Eren thought back to the meeting in the cabinet yesterday.

Until now, he felt the paralyzing panic at the mere mention of the moment when Grisha had offered him a new task to do. Eren thought he could get out of it easily, but his father was clearly furious with him. Did he make the right decision? Wouldn't it be better if he agreed to Grisha's proposal?

Practically right after the meeting, Grisha flew to Marley, surrounded by his closest employees and Mikasa. They were supposed to return to Eldia tonight.

Since he and Zeke had no plans, Eren agreed that they would spend the evening together, just the two of them. Like in the good old days.

On the one hand, he was glad that he would avoid driving around and collecting cash from dealers. If things had taken their daily turn, that would be his daily routine. On the other hand, an evening spent in the company of Zeke himself didn't sound very encouraging...

Eren had no idea what his brother's true purpose was. The boy doubted that Zeke wanted to meet him for purely altruistic reasons, it was definitely more than that.

If Eren could choose how to spend his free time tonight, he would definitely choose the company of Mikasa and Armin. This time, however, he had to take care of the relationship with his brother. If he could find a way to sway Zeke, it would be a big win for him. His brother has been too unpredictable lately.

There was also another person with whom Eren would have liked to spend the whole evening. Or better, all night… The boy was curious to know what Levi was doing at the moment. And whether he was safe.

Eren shook himself off the thought of detective when he saw Zeke coming down the stairs. His brother smiled at the sight of him, and as he stopped beside him, he tapped him on the shoulder. He was holding a bottle of whiskey in his other hand.

"So what, ready for a brotherly binge drinking?".

The men took the back door to go the terrace. Each of them comfortably laid down on a wooden deckchair. The lamps illuminating the pool flashed in the twilight, creating a magical aura around them. A few stars already flashed in the sky, but the evening was warm. There was an ice bucket on a small table, along with two glasses. Zeke opened the bottle. After a while he handed Eren the drink. They clinked their glasses together, then each of them took a sip.

Eren had agreed to spend the evening with Zeke for one reason only. He had been neglecting his brother a bit lately, and to regain Grisha's trust, he had to have Zeke on his side as well. Their father told Zeke things about which Eren didn't know. This had to change.

Eren glanced at his brother. Zeke sipped his drink slowly, staring at the darkness in front of him. The boy couldn't do anything about the reluctance he felt in Zeke's presence. In the past, it would have been easier for him to attend such a meeting alone.

Since Mike's death, that has changed forever.

Eren couldn't look at Zeke the same as before. Now, every time he looked at his brother, he saw him standing over the beaten man and pulling the trigger, shooting straight into the man's head.

The boy tightened his fingers on the cold glass.

No... He couldn't think about it now. He had to calm down, let Zeke know they were getting along like never before. He was surprised at how well Zeke took the news of his sexuality. Apparently he took it as a sign of trust and was glad his brother had confided such information to him.

Time passed slowly for them. They had a few drinks each, exchanged jokes, remembered the old days.

At some point, they touched the topic Eren was waiting for, and it was about the family business. Eren enjoyed this turn of events. Drunken Zeke could reveal much more to him alone than when surrounded by others.

However, not everything went his way.

Suddenly, Zeke asked him something that made the boy feel a cold sweat:

"Do you ever think about running away?".

Eren looked at his brother, trying to smile, but his smile was a little too pale.

"What…? What are you talking about?".

Zeke shrugged.

"Maybe not now, but not so long ago I had the impression that you are fed up with it all and want to get the fuck away from here. Sincerely? It wouldn't be very smart".

Eren swallowed.

He stared at Zeke's calm face, trying to guess his thoughts. Zeke couldn't have known anything about his cooperation with the police. Speaking of the police... Suddenly he thought of something. He tried to answer as evasively as he could.

"Well, it's true. I had doubts, but it doesn't matter anymore. Something broke inside me when our father forced Mikasa and Armin to work for him. But now I can see that it will be good for them, really. They have a secure future guaranteed, and he will protect them" Eren lifted the corner of his mouth, then focused even more on choosing the right words. He had to get that information out of Zeke at all costs. "Just tell me because I'm curious ... We do have a spy in the police, right? It's no coincidence that everything has been going so smoothly lately. Do you know anything about it?".

Zeke suddenly laughed softly. He put his drink down on the wooden table, then looked at his younger brother and pushed his glasses up his nose.

"You think I'm that fucking stupid? I know what's on your mind".

Eren blinked. He felt the panic rising inside him.

"What…?".

Zeke sighed and shook his head.

"Yeah, we got a mole in the police force. Regarding that, you can rest assured. But when it comes to Armin and Mikasa, I won't ever fucking believe you that you're okay with it. You would never want them working for our old man, for fuck's sake".

Eren's heart relaxed a little. He was still playing a dangerous game, but at least Zeke hadn't figured out that this question about the spy was crucial to him at the moment. He nodded. He wanted to end the subject of friends and return to the previous topic.

"Maybe so, but I have no choice. Anyway, both Mikasa and Armin manage themselves, don't you think? In my opinion, everything is going well".

Zeke regarded him attentively. Suddenly he moved closer.

"Maybe you're right" Zeke began in a gruff tone, then added: "But there's something else. I know you care about these two, more than you care about anyone else. You want them safe. I also know how stubborn you are and if you care about somebody, you'll do anything for that person. Am I right?".

Eren opened his mouth and was silent for a moment. Levi's face suddenly appeared before his eyes. He nodded quickly, agreeing with his brother.

"Yeah. I mean... I care about you too, Zeke. But you can take care of yourself... Armin and Mikasa aren't that tough, although Mikasa is doing quite well".

"Eh, I feel moved" Zeke's eyelids narrowed slightly and his smile widened. "But you must be aware that only by being close to Grisha can you save them. Well, you'd have to be very, very close, and that would mean being his right hand and doing literally whatever he asks you to do without objection. Imagine this: you go with him to all important places, meet all important people, you replace him in his absence. You even give pigs a lesson, if they're asking for it. And I think that we'll plant them another surprise soon, if they won't stop snooping around".

Eren's gaze suddenly felt much heavier. However, Zeke didn't notice anything, he continued right away.

"Imagine that one day you're even... taking his place."

The two brothers stared at each other for a moment in silence. Eren felt his heart begin to beat faster again. What the hell was Zeke talking about? Did he want to...

"Of course, that would be the last resort. Being his right hand would be enough for you. Only from there you would be able to protect those you care about. Only in this way you would have an influence on who gets hurt and who doesn't" Zeke added. He reached for his drink, took a few sips, then continued again: "Only then our father would take your opinion into account. Any other option isn't enough. Do you agree with me?".

Eren stared fixedly into Zeke's cold gray eyes. He realized something that had suddenly turned his entire world upside down. His last conversation with Levi rang in his ears:

"Well, it's not up to you. You're not the one who decides about it".

"I know. I wish I was".

He answered with complete sincerity:

"I do".

As promised, Grisha returned to his mansion late that evening. He entered the building, surrounded by Kruger and other men. Mikasa was following them, looking tired. It was then that Eren met them.

Grisha looked at his son, a bit surprised as they rarely saw each other at this time. Mikasa widened her eyes, also surprised to see Eren.

"Father, can I speak to you?" The boy asked, straightening up and staring into Grisha's eyes with deadly seriousness. Though it was almost midnight, there was no sign of weariness on his face. On the contrary, his mind was working at full speed. "I have an important matter which I would like to discuss with you, in private. Or actually… A proposal. Will you listen to me?".

The man stared at him for a moment, his expression hard to guess. Finally he nodded.

"You know how to interest your old man" Yaeger admitted, pointing to the cabinet.

Mikasa looked at Eren questioningly, and there was a hint of anxiety in her gaze. Eren, however, completely ignored her.

He, Grisha, and Kruger entered the room. The Owl closed the door behind them. Older Yaeger sat down comfortably in one of the chairs and fixed Eren with an intrigued glance.

"So? What's this about?".

The boy folded his slender hands on the top of the wooden table.

He opened his mouth and began to speak.