Wings of the Jaw Battle Armor.
A pair of wings beat, lifting Roger up into the air.
He knew that if he wanted to fight Dior, he had to take the battle to the sky.
Because only in the air could he seize absolute air superiority—and only then could he render Dior's moves completely ineffective.
What he didn't expect, though, was that Dior didn't come out of the capital with him. Instead, he stayed inside the window, watching Roger.
And then Roger understood.
So that's how it is… They really are most afraid of sunlight.
So Roger dove toward the rooftop and carried everyone down from above.
Historia had been waving to the people below along with the others, announcing the new laws, when she suddenly saw her husband transform into a Titan out of nowhere—and bring all of them down from the capital.
The wings supported Roger as he descended steadily to the ground.
In the crowd, people cleared out the biggest open space for him.
The fierce gusts from the wings nearly blew the Eldians on the ground off their feet.
Roger finally landed and set everyone from his palm down onto the ground.
"Husband, what happened?" Historia asked anxiously.
"Don't worry about it yet. You take everyone and evacuate. When I'm done, I'll take you all away," Roger said. "If I don't show up in front of you within an hour, then you leave this island immediately. Never come back."
"Why?!" Historia was confused—and frantic.
"Nelly, bring me my ODM gear."
Levi didn't waste words. He knew Roger had run into something big, and the only way he could help was to fight at Roger's side.
But Roger knew Levi couldn't be allowed to join. If Levi fought, he would die for nothing—because the gap between the two worlds was simply too vast.
"No, Levi. You stay here, like them."
"You think I'll listen to you?" Levi's dead-fish eyes locked onto Roger.
Roger met his gaze. "I don't need you to listen to me—but you have to trust me. These people aren't something you can handle. Even I don't have much chance of winning."
"Which is exactly why you need us."
Without any hesitation, Levi strapped on his ODM gear and launched himself straight toward the window Roger had burst out of.
With no other choice, Roger immediately went back.
Levi had disrupted all of his plans, but Roger couldn't just abandon him.
Yet the moment the two of them crashed back through the window, they found that there wasn't a single person left on the capital's stairs—not even a shadow of Dior.
And God's Attendant was gone as well.
He was probably taken… Roger thought.
"So… where the hell did they go?" Levi asked.
"They're gone."
Roger looked at the violent traces of battle all around. God's Attendant was likely on the verge of death—but Roger had no idea how to pursue Dior.
That black hole would appear and disappear at random. No one knew when Dior would show up, or where.
"Then what do we do now? Lock down the whole city?" Levi asked, retracting his blades.
"No. Right now, you're coming with me to a place."
"What place?"
"The place where you and I first met—the Underground."
Inside the Walls.
The Underground.
Without Erwin to play chess with him, Torin lived in boredom every day. He played chess against himself, and every time he won, he felt oddly hollow—like some empty-nest old man no one cared about.
Still, he didn't think it was a problem. If everyone came running to him, that meant the world was facing something enormous.
The world couldn't afford to have problems—so Roger and the others couldn't come looking for him.
But in the end… they still came.
When Torin heard the doorbell ring, he already understood that what he'd been anticipating had finally happened.
He opened the door, and Roger and Levi walked in.
It was Levi's first time seeing Mr. Torin. He couldn't understand what a blind, bald old man like this could possibly have that made Roger treat him with such respect.
Roger sat down lightly, across from Mr. Torin at the chess table.
He didn't play. Instead, he gently lowered the flag Mr. Torin had lifted.
"You should already know why I'm here," Roger said. "Erwin told me everything you ever said."
"You went and asked him on purpose."
"Yes."
"That little bastard. He promised he'd keep it secret, and he still spilled it." Mr. Torin scratched the side of his nose. "Sigh… I predicted you wouldn't be able to beat Dior. But I also believed in you—I thought you still had a chance of killing him. Turns out I was thinking too much, huh."
"I fought him once. In the end, he ran. He didn't seem willing to follow me somewhere with sunlight."
"Mm. Yes, you observed well. Dior is a vampire—he can't touch sunlight. If you try to drag him into the sun to fight, he'll flee immediately."
"How do I kill him?"
"Besides sunlight, there's one more method that can truly wound him—weapons from other worlds."
"Weapons from other worlds?"
"That's right. Like your scythe. And like Mr. Kaneki inside your body."
As he spoke, he looked toward Roger's body—and at that moment, a centipede crawled out from Roger's ear.
"That Dior clearly came prepared. The martial arts he used weren't from his own world. They seem to be from another world… which means it likely has something to do with that person," Kaneki Ken said.
"Correct. The General already foresaw this, and had me give you something."
Torin walked to the side and took a sword tightly wrapped in cloth from a rack.
Roger examined it closely and saw a broken chain hanging from the hilt. The design was extremely strange—nothing like what could be made in their world.
"This is a sword from the world of [Akame ga Kill]. Its name is [Incursio]. In the terms of that world, it's an [Imperial Arms]—a blade with special abilities."
"What special ability?"
"It houses the power of a monster from that world—Demon Armor: Incursio. Not only does it have defense like a wall of bronze and iron, it can strengthen its attack power according to your will. It can even transform into an invisible cloak to protect you."
With that, Torin handed the sword to Roger.
Roger ran his fingers over it and felt it tremble faintly.
"It's choosing you. If it accepts you, it will automatically form armor and attach itself to your body."
Torin stared at the sword tensely.
Even if Roger was the General's son, if the sword didn't acknowledge him, there was nothing Torin could do.
But in that moment, Incursio suddenly flared with brilliant light. A full suit of armor formed and latched onto Roger's body—and after realizing Roger wasn't its former master, it rapidly adjusted its shape, becoming better suited to him.
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