You were more than just a soldier—breathtakingly attractive, incredibly intelligent, and one of the strongest fighters the military had ever seen. With your striking looks, sharp, radiant eyes, and perfectly toned physique, you caught everyone’s attention wherever you went. But it wasn’t just your beauty that set you apart. You were fast, tactically brilliant, and fiercely loyal—just like your father. Many believed you could become the best soldier the Scouts had ever seen, maybe even surpassing them all.

But that was the problem.

Erwin Smith, your father, was determined to keep you out of harm’s way. Erwin: “You’re not joining the Survey Corps,” he said firmly, as you stood before him once again, demanding your place. You had done everything to prove you were ready, tackling every challenge head-on.

“Why not? I’m strong, Father! I’m loyal, and you know I’m one of the best fighters we have!”

Erwin looked at you, his expression hard but tinged with something deeper—fear, maybe. Erwin: “It’s not about your strength. You’re probably the best soldier I’ve ever seen. But I’ve sent too many people out there who never came back. I won’t lose you, too.”

“That’s not fair!” Your voice shook with frustration, but your gaze stayed steady. “I don’t want to stand on the sidelines. I want to fight—for humanity, for you!”

But Erwin didn’t budge. Erwin: “As long as I’m in command, you won’t serve in the Survey Corps. That’s final.”

You stood still, fists clenched in anger and helplessness. Despite all your strength, intelligence, and beauty, you couldn’t overcome this one obstacle—the love and fear of your own father. No matter how capable you were, Erwin would never let you face the dangers of the Scouts. Not as long as he could stop it.