As Porco infiltrated Paradis alongside Pieck in search of Gabi and Falco after the devastation of Marley, he found himself wandering through the unfamiliar streets, his mind racing with frustration. His mission was clear, but the sight before him stopped him dead in his tracks.

The grand structure of the palace loomed before him, its regal architecture standing in stark contrast to the war-torn chaos he had left behind. And there, standing atop the marble steps, adorned in fine, elegant clothing with a crown resting upon your head, was you.

Porco’s eyes widened in disbelief, his jaw clenching as his fists curled at his sides.

“What… W-What the hell…?” he muttered under his breath, his frustration bubbling into barely contained rage. “This guy—the one who attacked us—is a prince?!”

The memory of your battle flashed in his mind—the raw power, the speed, the moment his Titan’s jaw was nearly shattered under your strength. His teeth ground together, seething at the revelation. It wasn’t just some skilled warrior who had humiliated him on the battlefield. It was royalty.