Chapter 20

The pivotal moment has arrived, heralding the decisive vote that will determine the fate of the old military regime and usher in the new era. To safeguard against any potential malfeasance or foul play, the ballot boxes are enveloped in layers of security, their sanctity ensured by the vigilant watch of Stammer and Valij nation soldiers.

The scene is tense as the soldiers stand sentinel, their eyes scanning every corner for the slightest hint of treachery. Each soldier is armed to the teeth, their weapons glinting ominously in the dim light of the hall. The air crackles with anticipation, a palpable tension that hangs heavy over the proceedings.

Outside, the sounds of the city fade into a distant murmur, drowned out by the gravity of the moment within the walls of the voting chamber. The flickering torches cast dancing shadows on the stone walls, adding an eerie aura to the already charged atmosphere.

As the citizens line up to cast their votes, a sense of urgency and determination grips the room. Whispers of conspiracy and allegiance swirl among the crowd, mingling with the low rumble of voices and the occasional clink of armor as the soldiers shift their weight.

With each vote cast and counted, the tension mounts, like a coiled spring ready to unleash its pent-up energy. The soldiers remain steadfast, their expressions stoic yet alert, ever ready to spring into action at the first sign of trouble.

General Micah, a towering figure clad in the regal armor of Stammer Nation, commands the stage with an air of authority that befits his rank. His eyes, sharp as daggers, sweep across the room, taking in every detail as he prepares to unveil the outcome of the crucial vote that will decide Eldia Nation's destiny.

The atmosphere is charged with anticipation, the tension so thick it feels almost tangible. Every breath is held, every heartbeat echoes like a drum in the silence that pervades the hall. The fate of Eldia Nation hangs in the balance, teetering on the edge of uncertainty.

As General Micah reveals the votes, the murmurs in the room grow louder, a symphony of whispers and gasps as each ballot is counted. The numbers flash on the display board, a relentless dance of equality as the votes remain deadlocked, refusing to tip the scales in either direction.

The spectators, a sea of anxious faces from both factions, lean forward in their seats, their eyes glued to the stage. The tension rises to a fever pitch, a palpable energy that crackles in the air like static before a storm.

General Micah's expression remains inscrutable, a mask of professionalism even as the stakes escalate with each passing moment. His voice booms through the hall, authoritative and commanding, as he announces the continued parity in the votes, further intensifying the suspense that grips everyone present.

"And now we have our final vote," General Micah's voice echoes through the hall, carrying the weight of the world with each syllable. The tension in the room is palpable, a coalescence of hope and apprehension that hangs in the air like a heavy fog. All eyes are fixed on the stage, where the fate of Eldia Nation is about to be sealed.

As the moment of truth arrives, Eren stands beside Historia, his grip on her hand firm yet reassuring. His eyes convey a silent message of solidarity, a promise to stand by her side through whatever outcome awaits. Historia, though visibly anxious, draws strength from his presence, her gaze fixed on General Micah as if willing the verdict to be in their favor.

General Micah's gaze sweeps over the crowd, his expression unreadable behind the stern facade of military discipline. With a deliberate pause, he declares, "The final vote goes to... The Queen!"

A surge of jubilation erupts from the Yeagerist group, their cheers and shouts drowning out all other sounds in the chamber. They leap in joy, their elation uncontainable as they celebrate the victory of their chosen leader. Eren's eyes light up with pride, his belief in Historia's leadership vindicated in that pivotal moment.

On the other side of the divide, the old military faction can only watch with solemn resignation. Their expressions darken with the realization that their time in power is coming to an end, their future uncertain as they face the prospect of losing their positions and influence.

"No! I won't accept this!" Zachary's voice thunders through the hall, cutting through the jubilant celebration like a blade of defiance. His steps are resolute as he marches toward the stage, accompanied by a contingent of old military faction soldiers who share his disbelief and outrage.

"The vote has been rigged!" Zachary's accusation hangs in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown at the feet of General Micah and the new military regime. His voice carries the weight of conviction, fueled by a deep-seated belief that the people would never betray the old military regime willingly.

General Micah meets Zachary's gaze with unwavering resolve, his own voice firm and unwavering. "Yes, you lost by just one vote," he acknowledges, his tone holding no hint of remorse or doubt. "But to suggest that the vote was rigged is baseless. We uphold the integrity of the voting process, free from bribery or corruption. The outcome reflects the will of the people as judged fair and square."

The tension in the room escalates once again, the air thick with accusation and defiance. The Yeagerist group bristles at the insinuation of foul play, their loyalty to Historia and the new regime unwavering. Meanwhile, the old military faction stands united in their disbelief, their trust in the democratic process shaken to its core.

Eren's voice cuts through the tension like a blade, his words carrying a weight of conviction and determination. His gaze locks onto Darius Zachary, a challenge burning in his eyes as he confronts the former leader of the old military regime.

"Darius Zachary, the reason we have emerged victorious is simple," Eren declares, his tone unwavering. "We have always strived to do what is best for our people, to secure a future where we can live free from the chains of oppression. But what about you and your old military regime? What have you truly accomplished?"

With a dramatic flourish, Eren presents a series of letters, each bearing damning evidence of sabotage orchestrated by the old military against their own faction. "Here are the proofs," he states emphatically, his voice ringing with righteous indignation. "These documents were provided by our spies within the old military, revealing the depths to which you were willing to stoop to undermine us."

Historia steps forward, her presence commanding attention as she adds her voice to the fray. "Despite your underhanded tactics, we never faltered," she declares, her words carrying a steely resolve. "We continued to push forward, expanding our borders beyond Wall Maria and venturing into uncharted territories, including the vast ocean. We took risks and made sacrifices that you were unwilling to make in the pursuit of our goals."

The accusations hang heavy in the air, the revelations sparking murmurs of disbelief and outrage among the onlookers. The contrast between the ideals of the new regime and the machinations of the old military is stark, casting a harsh light on the depths of treachery and deceit that had festered within Eldia Nation.

"Now that my role as a queen is established, arrest them!"

Historia's command cuts through the chaos like a clarion call, her voice carrying authority and finality. The Yeagerists spring into action, moving swiftly to apprehend those implicated in the sabotage and treachery orchestrated by the old military regime. Zachary's protests ring out amidst the commotion, his voice laced with profanities as he faces the consequences of his actions.

Turning her attention to the remaining soldiers, Historia delivers a decree that reverberates with the weight of authority. "As for the rest of you," she declares, her gaze sweeping over the assembled troops, "those who chose to stand by the old military in defiance will be disbanded and stripped of their roles as soldiers. You will never again hold a position of authority within the military unless you prove your loyalty by truly dedicating your hearts to our cause."

The announcement elicits a range of reactions among the soldiers. Some are outraged, their defiance palpable as they refuse to accept defeat. Others, like Pyxis and Nile, acknowledge the reality of their situation and resign themselves to their fate, accepting the consequences of their allegiance to the old regime.

In the midst of the tumult, Erwin steps forward with a smile, his confidence unwavering despite the chaos unfolding around them. "Well done," he acknowledges, directing his praise to Historia and Eren. "It appears my faith in both of you was not misplaced."

Eren nods in gratitude, acknowledging Erwin's role in their success. "We owe much to the Survey Corps," he admits. "Your assistance in uncovering the old military's corruption and your support in rebuilding Wall Maria and defending against Marleyan invaders were invaluable."

"So what is the next step?" Erwin asks, his eyes scanning the room as he takes in the aftermath of the upheaval.

"We have received an invitation from the Stammer and Valij Nation," Historia reveals, her voice carrying a note of anticipation. "Their presidents want to meet with us, a direct result of the recent diplomatic discussions we initiated. It's an opportunity to forge strong alliances beyond our borders, both with potential allies and to address potential threats."

Erwin nods thoughtfully. "I see. And what of the Survey Corps?"

Eren steps forward, his expression determined. "The Survey Corps and our own corps will merge into a unified force, which we'll call the National Army," he announces. "I will assume Zachary's role as premier, drawing on the knowledge and guidance from the memories of past kings that the Founding Titan holds. Together, we will lead our nation toward a future of freedom and strength."

Erwin acknowledges the plan with a nod, his attention shifting to the task at hand. "I'll assist in maintaining order and preventing any further confrontations," he states before taking his leave to deal with the remaining old military soldiers.

As Erwin exits the scene, the realization of their newfound responsibilities settles over Historia, Eren, and the assembled members of the National Army.


In the grand assembly hall, Eren and Historia stand before a gathering of esteemed individuals, including the members of the 104th Corps, influential figures like Lara, and even former Warriors who have allied with their cause. The atmosphere is charged with a mix of triumph and anticipation as Historia raises her glass, her voice ringing clear in the hushed room.

"A toast," she begins, her eyes alight with pride and determination, "for the victory that we have fought for and rightfully deserve."

The room erupts in cheers and applause, a chorus of voices raised in celebration of their hard-earned success. Glasses clink together in a symphony of unity, each toast a testament to the bonds forged in battle and the shared vision of a brighter future.

Eren raises his glass as well, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those gathered before him. "To unity and resilience," he adds, his voice resonating with conviction, "may we continue to stand together, shoulder to shoulder, as we face the challenges ahead."

The sentiment is met with fervent agreement and nods of determination from the assembled crowd. The echoes of their shared victory reverberate through the hall, a tangible reminder of the strength that comes from solidarity and perseverance.

Armin's eyes gleam with admiration as he addresses Historia. "To think you really did it... you won against the old military regime, and now you stand as the queen of Eldia."

Historia's smile is one of gratitude as she acknowledges the support of her allies. "Thank you," she replies. "I couldn't have achieved this without Eren, Taka, and all of your unwavering dedication. Each of you has truly dedicated your hearts to this cause."

Eren observes the camaraderie blossoming among his friends, particularly noting Jean and Mikasa's amicable interaction. A sense of pride warms his heart as he witnesses Mikasa opening up to others, no longer confined by the need to protect him at all costs.

"Are you sure that we are able to join in this kind of celebration? I mean, we were traitors of Marley..." Pieck's cautious inquiry draws attention, but Lara's response is swift and reassuring. "In Marley's eyes, we were already condemned," she asserts. "But here, we have found freedom from their oppressive propaganda. Your past actions do not define you in this new era."

The gathering continues, filled with laughter, heartfelt conversations, and a shared sense of hope for the future. As glasses are raised in celebration once more, the bonds forged in adversity grow stronger, uniting them in their quest for a better tomorrow.


I'll end the chapter right here, now that Eren and Historia get the government now, there are still a lot of things that they are going to do. I hope you like this chapter.