Real world. Ymir and Historia get married. Now, their wedding was taking place. Historia put on her wedding dress and stood in front of the mirror. Ymir came up from behind, putting her arm around Histria's shoulders.

— You look great, baby, — Ymir said, kissing the top of Historia’s head. Historia blushed slightly. Historia reached out to Ymir. Ymir was wearing a white suit.

— Ymir, turn around, I’ll straighten your tie,” Historia said.