An Offer that Can Be Refused

'What the fuck is this? You told me you handled it.'

Eren said to Alephee with a gloomy expression on his face. He looked at the sky that still served as a canvas for his soul-stirring individuality and hoped it wouldn't get weirder than this.

Alephee knew Eren thought she had done a shoddy job on the medallion resting in his palm. She sighed and clarified.

'I DID. This is the best I could do given our time and environmental constraints. It could have been disastrous, Eren. Much worse.'

Eren pursed his lips and let the matter be. He then paid close attention to his audience who were busy looking at the dispersing scene in the sky. Nobody called out his title or name. Nobody cheered for him. It was as if everyone had signed an illusory agreement to maintain silence.

Unlike other title holders, Eren's individuality did not generate an externally suppressing atmosphere. Instead, it created a knot in their hearts and minds.