Elevator Dimension Line

After listening to the warrior captain's words, Reiner thought for a moment and shook his head, saying, "It's hard to say. We haven't boarded an airship yet, but it's said that the flying wings possessed by those elite soldiers are managed very strictly. Except when they are on missions, they are kept on the airship for safekeeping, and there are people on guard at all times. If you want to get close, you have to find a way to board the airship, but those things almost never land, so we have no chance."

"Can't you join those elite teams?" the warrior captain asked.

Reiner and Bertholdt gave each other a wry smile.

"Commander, it's not that we don't want to join, but to become an elite, you need to have single-handedly killed at least ten Titans to be eligible for selection. Even if we had that kind of power, there aren't any Titans for us to prove ourselves against!"

“Yes,” Bertholdt added after Reiner finished speaking, “during the recapture operation, we ordinary soldiers basically just followed behind and cleaned up the battlefield. The Titans were all taken care of by the elite squadrons on the airships.”

"Are those people who are preparing to fly really that powerful?" the sergeant asked.

Reiner and Bertholdt nodded seriously.

"Incredible. Those wings are incredibly fast, and they don't need to worry about endurance. Titans are like wooden stakes in their hands, especially with the help of RPG rocket launchers..." Reiner shook his head, his face grim.

“We have absolutely no chance of winning, which is why we’re hiding and not daring to act rashly. I think as soon as we transform into giants, we’ll definitely be wiped out immediately,” Bertholdt added.

"Is there really no way to deal with this?" Captain Jik muttered to himself.

After a moment of silence, Reiner said in a deep voice, "Perhaps only having the same equipment as them will work, especially those RPG rocket launchers, which seem to be the best way to deal with those flying units."

"Besides seizing the power of the giants, our biggest objective this time is the Divine Court and the technology they possess," the warrior captain said.

“What we can confirm now is that Eren Yeager is likely the Attack Titan, and there’s also the missing Christa Lance—no! She should be called Historia Reiss. Many people saw her transform into the Founding Titan. However, she disappeared after being taken away by the Divine Court,” Reiner said.

"Alan Yeager!"

When the warrior captain Zeke heard the name, he was momentarily stunned, but he quickly recovered because his subordinates were present.

“So, what you said before, that Eren has joined the Divine Court and also has wings, and that girl with the Founding Titan, Historia, was also taken away by the Divine Court. In that case, our mission is clear: we just need to focus all our efforts on dealing with the Divine Court,” said Warrior Captain Zeke.

Reiner and Bertholdt remained silent, instead looking at the warrior captain awaiting his instructions.

After thinking for a moment, Captain Jik whispered some instructions to the two men...

Reiner and Bertholdt then left in a hurry.

……

sunset.

In the Trost district south of Wall Rose, three airships gathered. They patrolled the area today, keeping an eye on a group of 'rats' on the other side without making any moves. They simply met with the people lying in ambush in the city and then went into hiding.

Surprisingly, these two spies were graduates of the Training Corps and knew Eren and the others.

In Erwin's plan, he did not identify the two, but let them return and continue to monitor them. He wanted to see what the other party was trying to do.

As evening fell again, Tantai Ye, who had been out for a drive all day, dragged his wife to bed early, because he had to visit several rooms tonight.

Late at night, the streets of the royal city were deserted. The dim streetlights flickered, and even the tiny candle flames could not illuminate a large area.

In the darkness, a figure moved swiftly, using the corners of walls and flowerbeds along the street as cover. Although there were few people around, the figure moved with extreme caution. And the direction of movement was towards the King's Castle.

There weren't many guards around the castle; they were only stationed on the main roads, and not elsewhere. Tantai Ye and the others felt it was unnecessary, as the castle was currently staffed with virtuous maids, who were far more capable than the guards outside.

Using flower beds and trees as cover, the shadowy figure evaded the outer guards and arrived at the base of the castle wall. From below, most of the windows were pitch black, with only a few lights on.

Avoiding the lit rooms, I found a dark window, gently pried open the curtains in the crack with a dagger, and successfully climbed inside.

It resembled a showroom outside a kitchen, with many wooden cabinets against the wall, and plates and cups could be seen displayed thanks to the dim light from the outside.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the door, and through the crack under the door, one could see light getting closer and closer.

Why is someone coming to the kitchen at this hour?

This was not the time to consider. The tense figure wanted to turn around and go out, but just then, the guards changed shifts outside and came around from the outside of the castle.

He quickly shrank behind a large cabinet, out of sight. He could only hope that the approaching footsteps outside the door wouldn't come in, or they would definitely find him.

A maid carrying a small nightlight came to the door of the kitchen preparation room, her sharp eyes staring at the door as if she could see through it, landing directly on the huddled figure.

The maid raised her hand to the doorknob, about to turn the knob to open the door, when she paused, nodded to herself, muttered "I understand," and then released her hand as if nothing had happened. She then slowly walked away and disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Inside the room, after waiting a moment with no movement, the figure huddled beside the wardrobe let out a soft sigh as they watched the light fade and disappear beneath the crack in the door.

"I must be crazy! How could I make such an irrational decision!"

Muttering to himself, the figure did not give up. He had come this far, and he had to find some useful clues.

I carefully opened the door. The outer corridor was pitch black. I didn't dare turn on the light source in my pocket, so I could only grope my way forward, relying on my sense of direction and going wherever it was most important.

Unbeknownst to the figure moving in the darkness, on the ceiling behind her, another dark figure was crouching in a corner, its vertical pupils fully dilated, seeing everything below clearly, with a hint of amusement in its eyes, as if it had seen something interesting.

So the shadowy figure slowly groped along the passage, while another shadowy figure slowly followed from above and behind, like a cat-and-mouse game in the night.