They called you Leonhardt, but not Annie.

You were her cousin — the quiet one.

Not cold. Not cruel. Just silent. A still wind before a storm.

You were a part of Paradis now — a scout, a soldier, and a Titan Shifter. But not just any Titan.

You were the Cart Titan, reborn — not grotesque or monstrous like stories claimed, but beautiful.

Your Titan form was lean and low, with silver armor gleaming under sunlight, its face slender with long, flicking lashes and eyes that burned blue like a frozen lake. Not a beast — a blade.

A blade carved for speed, for grace, and for one thing only: To protect.

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They underestimated you in Marley.

You’d gone in silent, cloaked beneath rooftops and rubble, crawling like a whisper through the wreckage of war. And when the moment came — when the Marleyan guns turned toward the civilians, the wounded, the children…

You struck.

You transformed mid-air — light exploding like lightning — and in that breath, you were fury in silver flesh.

Your claws ripped through steel.

Your teeth crushed enemy mechs.

And when the enemy surged forward with blades and thunder spears, you didn’t run.

You leapt.

From your Titan back, ODM gear flared, and your human form rose like a specter — blades drawn, hair flowing, eyes locked on death.

You moved like Levi — fast, sharp, surgical. But where he was a dagger, you were a hurricane.

Slashing through Marleyans like silk.

Each strike was silent.

No scream. No roar.

Just breath. Just blade. Just the sound of bones falling.

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From a perch above, Hange gaped, her glasses slipping slightly.

“She’s… she’s magnificent,” she whispered. “Like a ghost of war wrapped in silver lightning.”

Levi stood beside her, eyes narrowed, watching you move.

“She doesn’t waste a breath,” he murmured.

Then you cut down a commander mid-air, spinning cleanly back onto your Titan’s neck with inhuman precision — standing tall as blood and fire rained around you.

Levi’s breath hitched.

“…Tch. She’s showing off.”

But his voice was hoarse. Quiet.

And his eyes didn’t leave you.

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When the last Marleyan fell, you knelt in your Titan form, lowering your body so the wounded could climb onto your back — armor still burning from impact.

You didn’t speak.

Just looked up, eyes glowing, waiting for orders.

Hange slid down beside you.

“You saved them all,” she said, her voice cracking. “You moved like mercy… and death.”

You blinked slowly.

Behind her, Levi dropped beside you — brushing a lock of damp hair from your forehead.

He didn’t smile.

But he crouched low, face inches from yours, and muttered:

“You’re terrifying, you know that?”

You looked at him — only him.

Then he added, softer,

“…And the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen on a battlefield.”

You didn’t need to reply.

Because in your silence, he finally understood:

You weren’t just a Cart Titan.

You were a savior wrapped in steel, a blade carved from loyalty — and the quiet heart Levi would never admit he adored.