Kapitel 1812: Unknowingly Creating Another Family Heirloom

"Hm? Where am I?"

Arman awoke from what felt like a long slumber. Glancing around, he realized he was still lying in the backyard of Siren's Sanctuary.

"Ugh! Shit. Sand got into my mouth."

Arman coughed out the sand particles he had almost gulped down. Standing up, he noticed his joints making sounds, an aftermath of exerting himself to the brink of total exhaustion before Eren's ocular power forced him into a forced "sleep."

"I don't understand. Why did I sleep here? My memory is a bit foggy," Arman mumbled to himself and sighed.

Spotting his sword, he asked himself, "Oh? My spear's here. Was I practicing out in the back with the teacher?" as he lifted his E-Ranked spear. This artifact, gifted by Eren, held a top-class quality that surpassed any artisan in Sunhaven or nearby cities.