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Chapter 2843 Cheer up, don't cry!

On the other side of the square.

Mikasa, who was clutching her red scarf tightly and trembling violently, had her vision blurred by tears.

She stood there, stunned, watching two familiar figures, etched into her very soul, slowly descend before her amidst the swirling snowflakes.

Allen and Armin.

However, the two people in front of her were quite different from the ones Mikasa remembered.

Allen's figure appeared even more upright.

He was wearing a purple coat of justice, representing the officers of the Underworld Army, and a matching black suit.

This made him appear even more composed and resolute.

The extremism and hostility that once lingered in his eyes have long since faded with time, replaced by a maturity born of experience.

Armin, standing next to Allen, was wearing a sharp, well-tailored brown suit.

He was dressed like a high-ranking official.

A deeper gentleness shone in those deep blue eyes than ever before.

Looking at her beloved, whom she had longed for day and night, Mikasa's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

Only scalding tears slid down her cheeks.

Allen gazed quietly at the woman in front of him, who was wearing a familiar red scarf but had grown considerably.

My face and my mood could no longer remain calm.

His eyes were bloodshot.

I subconsciously took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil deep within my soul.

A thousand words, in the end, turned into a hoarse but deeply affectionate whisper:

"Long time no see, Mikasa."

Armin, who was standing to the side, did not make a sound to disturb them.

Just keep a gentle smile.

Silently watching these two close friends who love each other but are tormented by fate.

Mikasa could no longer suppress the overwhelming emotions within her.

She took a sudden step forward, like a bird returning to its nest, rushing headlong into the embrace she had longed for.

"Allen!"

Even if the body in front of me is just a semi-transparent spirit composed of spirit particles.

But in Mikasa's eyes, it was the warmest and happiest haven in the world.

She hugged Allen tightly around the waist, burying her face in his broad chest.

Suppressing countless days and nights of longing, grievances, and loneliness.

At this moment, it turned into heart-wrenching sobs.

I miss you so much. I really miss you.

Mikasa sobbed uncontrollably, tears soaking Eren's shirt: "The world has become so quiet without you. I wait every day, waiting for the day I can see you again."

Feeling the intense trembling and scalding tears of the person in his arms, Allen's eyes also became completely wet.

He didn't say much, but silently raised his arms and hugged Mikasa tightly.

Those hands, once stained with blood from fighting for freedom, gently stroked her black hair.

His actions were filled with endless pity and apology.

"I'm sorry, Mikasa, for keeping you waiting so long."

Allen's voice was a little hoarse as he rested his chin on the top of her head and murmured gently, "I'm here, I'm back."

The two embraced tightly in the howling snowstorm.

It was as if the noisy crowds and the whole world around me had ceased to exist.

Only the two of them remained in the world.

It wasn't until much later that Mikasa's turbulent emotions gradually calmed down under Eren's comforting words.

She sniffed, somewhat embarrassed, and stepped back from Allen's embrace, wiping away the tears on her face.

When Mikasa raised her head again, her bloodshot eyes finally turned to Armin, who had been standing beside her with a smile on his face.

A bright smile, tinged with tears, bloomed on Mikasa's face as she softly called out, "Armin, it's been a long time."

Looking at her, both crying and laughing.

A mischievous glint appeared in Almin's azure eyes.

He deliberately spread his hands in a helpless manner, teasingly saying in a joking tone, "Oh dear, our Mikasa has finally seen me~"

"I thought the suit I was wearing today had an invisible effect."

"I've completely become just a background figure~"

Hearing this familiar joke, Mikasa's already slightly flushed cheeks turned even redder.

But my heart is filled with the joy and warmth of a long-awaited reunion.

“Don’t joke around, Armin,” Mikasa retorted softly.

After calming down, she smoothed her wind-blown bangs, looked at the two of them, and smiled:

"The snow is getting heavier and there are more people. Let's go home first."

"go home?"

Armin looked curious upon hearing this.

He looked around at the snow-covered, exotic city of Lingdu and asked, "Mikasa, do you still have a home here?"

Mikasa nodded, reached up to adjust the red scarf around her neck, and explained softly, "It's more of a place to stay than a home."

"This is a house that Queen Historia gave me, so that I can come to see you every year on the Night of Fire."

"Queen Historia?!"

Upon hearing this address, a look of surprise flashed across Allen's eyes.

In his memory, Historia was clearly the queen of Paradis Island, so how did she become some kind of 'Queen of the Underworld'?
And judging from Mikasa's tone...

This title seems to represent an extremely high status.

Seeing the two people's faces full of question marks and surprise, Mikasa couldn't help but burst into laughter through her tears.

She knew that too much had happened in the past few years to be explained in just a few words.

"It's a long story, I'll tell you about it when we get back."

Mikasa waved to them, then turned and walked towards the outer edge of the plaza.

"Let's go, time is precious, we only have one day and two nights."

Allen and Armin exchanged a glance.

They both saw curiosity and helplessness in each other's eyes.

The two could only shake their heads, ask no more questions, and follow Mikasa side by side.

But just as they were about to step out of the central square filled with joys and sorrows.

Not far behind, a bright, pure, and somewhat dazzling white light suddenly burst forth without warning.

The light was so sudden that it instantly dispersed the surrounding snowflakes.

A sudden and unusual phenomenon.

The three of them instinctively stopped and looked back.

at the same time.

People who were originally immersed in the joy of reuniting with their deceased relatives and friends stopped talking and weeping, and all turned their surprised eyes to the source of the light.

There stood Giyu Tomioka, Shinobu Kocho, and Kanao, who had just come from Tanjiro's side, in front of Kanae Kocho.

Before everyone's eyes, an incredible miracle was unfolding.

Kanae Butterfly's original body was a translucent, water-like spirit.

Enveloped in dazzling white light, it undergoes a transformation at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The ethereal spiritual particles gradually settled, and the edges of the illusory outline began to become clear and solid.

It only took a few breaths.

Her spirit solidified completely in the light, and her skin, which had been cold, regained the whiteness and rosy glow that belonged to a living person.

Even the iconic butterfly-patterned haori she wore transformed from a phantom formed by spiritual energy into fabric with a real tactile feel.

A cold wind swept by, carrying snowflakes.

Kanae's smooth black hair swayed gently, her chest rising and falling slightly with her even breathing.

She, a soul from the underworld, possessed a vibrant, real body.

"Sister"

Shinobu Kocho covered her mouth tightly with both hands, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.

She, who was usually calm and gentle, was now so excited that her whole body was trembling.

Kanae stood there and smiled gently: "Cheer up, don't cry."