Special Side Story: Good night, sweet dreams, dear. - Mike Zacharias
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Good night, sweet dreams, dear. - Mike Zacharias
People say, dreams are mirrors that reflect the heart.
Does sleep bring the tranquility needed to forget the ruthlessness of the day, or is it an abyss harsher than reality?
“We’ve invited the chief and the squad leaders. Please eat.”
At a mansion owned by a wealthy merchant in the suburbs, there appeared Survey Corps members in full uniform.
This merchant is very important, since he helped Survey Corps that lacked funds, and helps funds their expeditions.
“Please drink this glass of wine.”
“…Erwin.”
When he was talking with one of his comrades, Erwin ‘accidentally’ dropped his glass.
“Sorry.”
“No, no, it’s alright. Would Squad Leader Mike like some too?”
“I’m not a good drinker, water is fine.”
“Thanks, Mike. Was there a drug in it?”
“Ahh.”
“They probably thought the Survey Corps isn’t worth to invest in, so they wanted to switch to the Garrison. They were planning to make a scandal once I lose my composure. Seems like that’s it for our partnership.”
On the carriage that brought them back to town from the suburbs, Erwin and Mike talked about their views.
However, it’s different outside the walls, where mankind struggle together. In the battle against the hidden enemies and the titans, Mike’s smelling ability has an important use.
In the rocking carriage, Erwin gave out a bitter smile.
“Your smelling ability is godly, good for you.”
You even know what you didn’t need to know, Mike felt like he saw that look in Erwin’s eyes, snorted, and gave no answer.
…the sound of the rocking carriage, unconsciously turned into the sound of the horses he rode with his comrades.
“S, squad leader! We can’t use this route! There’s the smell of blood!”
“Shut up, Mike Zacharias. We haven’t got any info from the commander.”
“But, this smell, it must be the titans…”
“Don’t talk too much! There aren’t any smoke signals!”
When Mike had just joined the Survey Corps, Erwin hadn’t invented the long-range battle formation, all information was spread by the smoke signals.
“Damn… why didn’t anyone believe me?”
Even when he was young, Mike was able to tell the smell of blood and sense danger. He had detected the enemy’s territory, however, being a new soldier, his idea wasn’t accepted.
“My trainee class is in front of us, if I want to survive…”
At the end of the expedition, Mike lost some comrades. It happened many times until his ability was recognized and he got promoted…
“Mike, we’re arriving soon.”
The rocking carriage made a rocky noise.
“Did I fall asleep?” “You’ve been asleep for a while.”
Mike sniffed around, and smelt his own tears. The tears flowing from his eyes, probably was caused by the nostalgia of the pain in his dreams.
Without showing it in his face, he looked forward, and casually said:
“You were saying I’m unfortunate.”
“Is it about the smelling ability? Mike nodded and let out a smile.
“Now that I think about it… it doesn’t hurt as much now because I’m useful in the battles.” Erwin looked at Mike, who’d suddenly become talkative, and let out a laugh after listening to him.
“I’ll count on you next time.”
“Ahh. As long as it’s within my ability.”
The two of them remained silent as the carriage passed through the town gate; they were the men that commands the Survey Corps.
Good night, sweet dreams, dear. - Mike Zacharias
People say, dreams are mirrors that reflect the heart.
Does sleep bring the tranquility needed to forget the ruthlessness of the day, or is it an abyss harsher than reality?
“We’ve invited the chief and the squad leaders. Please eat.”
At a mansion owned by a wealthy merchant in the suburbs, there appeared Survey Corps members in full uniform.
This merchant is very important, since he helped Survey Corps that lacked funds, and helps funds their expeditions.
“Please drink this glass of wine.”
“…Erwin.”
When he was talking with one of his comrades, Erwin ‘accidentally’ dropped his glass.
“Sorry.”
“No, no, it’s alright. Would Squad Leader Mike like some too?”
“I’m not a good drinker, water is fine.”
“Thanks, Mike. Was there a drug in it?”
“Ahh.”
“They probably thought the Survey Corps isn’t worth to invest in, so they wanted to switch to the Garrison. They were planning to make a scandal once I lose my composure. Seems like that’s it for our partnership.”
On the carriage that brought them back to town from the suburbs, Erwin and Mike talked about their views.
However, it’s different outside the walls, where mankind struggle together. In the battle against the hidden enemies and the titans, Mike’s smelling ability has an important use.
In the rocking carriage, Erwin gave out a bitter smile.
“Your smelling ability is godly, good for you.”
You even know what you didn’t need to know, Mike felt like he saw that look in Erwin’s eyes, snorted, and gave no answer.
…the sound of the rocking carriage, unconsciously turned into the sound of the horses he rode with his comrades.
“S, squad leader! We can’t use this route! There’s the smell of blood!”
“Shut up, Mike Zacharias. We haven’t got any info from the commander.”
“But, this smell, it must be the titans…”
“Don’t talk too much! There aren’t any smoke signals!”
When Mike had just joined the Survey Corps, Erwin hadn’t invented the long-range battle formation, all information was spread by the smoke signals.
“Damn… why didn’t anyone believe me?”
Even when he was young, Mike was able to tell the smell of blood and sense danger. He had detected the enemy’s territory, however, being a new soldier, his idea wasn’t accepted.
“My trainee class is in front of us, if I want to survive…”
At the end of the expedition, Mike lost some comrades. It happened many times until his ability was recognized and he got promoted…
“Mike, we’re arriving soon.”
The rocking carriage made a rocky noise.
“Did I fall asleep?” “You’ve been asleep for a while.”
Mike sniffed around, and smelt his own tears. The tears flowing from his eyes, probably was caused by the nostalgia of the pain in his dreams.
Without showing it in his face, he looked forward, and casually said:
“You were saying I’m unfortunate.”
“Is it about the smelling ability? Mike nodded and let out a smile.
“Now that I think about it… it doesn’t hurt as much now because I’m useful in the battles.” Erwin looked at Mike, who’d suddenly become talkative, and let out a laugh after listening to him.
“I’ll count on you next time.”
“Ahh. As long as it’s within my ability.”
The two of them remained silent as the carriage passed through the town gate; they were the men that commands the Survey Corps.