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Good Night, Dear and Sweet Dreams (Goodnight. Sweet dreams, dear)
It was once said the dreams are a mirror of one’s heart. Perhaps dreams are a respite that allow one to forget their cruel and brutal day, or they might be an abyss even harsher than reality… What will tonight’s rest bring?
- Vol. 01 Sasha Blouse
- Vol. 02 Levi
- Vol. 03 Bertolt Hoover
- Vol. 04 Armin Arlert
- Vol. 05 Hange Zöe
- Vol. 06 Marco Bott
- Vol. 07 Annie Leonhart
- Vol. 08 Jean Kirstein
- Vol. 09 Moblit Berner
- Vol. 10 Mikasa Ackerman
- Vol. 11 Connie Springer
- Vol. 12 Reiner Braun
- Vol. 13 Carla Yeager
- Vol. 14 Ymir
- Vol. 15 Eren Yeager
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Good Night, Dear and Sweet Dreams series is published in the Attack on Titan: Short Stories booklet that was included in the Attack on Titan Season 3 Part 1 Manga Box Set[BUY HERE]
The Following Stories under the same series had also been published on the AU Smartpass Website[LINK ] but not included in the Booklet
- Nile Dok
- Oluo Bozado
- Hannes
- Erwin Smith
- Krista Lenz
- Mike Zacharias
- Keith Shadis
Good Night, Dear and Sweet Dreams Vol. 14 Ymir
She once had a very long nightmare.
That’s why she didn’t like dreams.
She tried to tire herself out as much as possible and fall into a deep sleep, then wake up as fast as she could in the morning.
“You’re so lucky, Ymir.”
“Huh? With what?”
“You always seem to sleep so well every night, and you’re able to get right up in the mornings, right?” The girl always by her side smiled casually.
“You don’t even sleep during lectures.”
“Well, I’m not like you,” Ymir said, nudging Sasha, the other girl present–before turning to face Krista, who stood beside her.
“It’s not something that just happens, you know? I don’t want to tire myself out more with weird dreams, anyway.”
******
Ymir was telling the truth. Not only did she live the regimented life of a recruit, she never joined the other girls in the dorm in staying up late, she skipped out on any odd jobs that seemed like they would keep her long, and she always did a small bit of exercise on her bed before falling asleep, making sure that she could go straight to sleep once she closed her eyes. This was because she hated nightmares.
…I messed that one up.
But tonight was different.
She had been placed on the same squad as Krista for their camping training, but when Krista separated from the pack in search for a reserve horse that had run away, Ymir had been sent to find her as the most talented recruit present.
“Sorry, Ymir! Thanks for coming to help me.”
“This is the last time, okay?! Sheesh… Look at how late it is already,” they galloped side by side down the moonlit path back to camp. There would be a little bit of time before they had to leave…but the bright moon had the effect of keeping her strangely awake. Ymir now thought it would have been better if she had no time to sleep at all…
******
What…is this place?
She was submerged in darkness, somewhere that even light of the moon could not reach. Her thought were interrupted by noises every now and then.
“No–!”
“Stop–!”
Screams, groans, and voices that shook in fear. Then, silence. She wandered alone for a long, long time.
…Stop it! I’m different now!
A headache. Her body was heavy.
Most of all, she felt sick–she felt lonely, isolated as if she was a pariah to the world, and she could feel the heat building from behind her eyes…
“Ymir… You can’t cry…”
The clear voice came from nowhere and turned into a shinning light. Ymir reached out as if to grab it, but the drops of light that came raining down passed through her fingers.
“I’ll fall together with you…”
“Y-You idiot… What would be the point then…?” Ymir grit her teeth and held onto this frail light. “I’m going to protect you…and live a great life. I’ve already made my decision!”
******
Ymir snapped awake to see Krista watching her with a concerned look.
“Are you okay, Ymir? It’s not like you to groan in your sleep like that… And look at how much you sweat, too.”
She enjoyed the feeling of Krista’s cool hand against her forehead.
“I wonder if you might have a fever. Probably because I kept you up late yesterday…”
“Do you seriously think that would happen…? I just wasn’t getting a good night’s sleep, that’s all.”
She brushed Krista’s hand aside to wipe away her sweat with her own hand. She felt better, but she didn’t want others–in other words, Krista–to know.
That’s right. I woke up from that dream. And then…I found something.
Ymir got up on her own, put on an unconcerned face, and started cleaning up the dorm with members of another squad.
“You’re okay, then?”
“Yeah. So hurry up and start helping out,” she replied gruffly to the girl who continued to be concerned for her, only to smile in the next moment.
Even if this world is like a nightmare, I made a decision to live a great future in it.
The morning sun illuminated her powerful, hidden determination.
SOURCE: Attack on Titan: Short Stories
Good Night, Dear and Sweet Dreams Vol. 07 Annie Leonhart
New soldiers, even ones in the Military Police, have a lot to do. That said, they still have more free time than in the Training Corps, so Annie’s peer seemed to occasionally go out to town and enjoy themselves, shopping and so on.
“Take a look, Annie. This skirt was on sale for fifty percent off!”
“…Hm.”
Annie met every piece of clothing that her roommate Hitch showed her with the same uninterested glance as she rolled about on her bed.
“You should come with me some time for a change. You’re not social at all, Annie.”
“…Leave me alone.”
******
Annie’s new post was in Stohess District, a town that protruded from the Wall and had a door allowing passage through it. These kinds of towns–such as Trost District and, of course, Shiganshina District in previous days–were full of people due to the Royal Government’s actions, making them also centers of distribution.
“Hm…?”
“C'mon, don’t you think this one would be perfect for me, Annie?”
Annie suddenly found herself in the center of its main street. Nearby, Hitch pointed at a show window. An aristocratic dress was on display in the shop.
“I can’t buy that dress…not on the kind of salary we get.”
“I know that! I was just saying,” Hitch said, letting out a trademark cackle. “Anyway, we’re soldiers. We don’t have any chance to wear clothes like that.”
“We’re soldiers, sure, but you know we’re MPs, right? What if one day we end up acting as guards for nobles, and there a handsome young aristocrat falls in love with one of us while we’re on duty… Something like that!”
“You dream too much.”
By Annie’s standards, she was being talkative.
Had she and Hitch…no, had she and any of her fellow recruits in the Training Corps ever joked back and forth like this?
The scene began to faintly blur.
******
“Oh, Annie!”
Someone began waving her hand and running toward Annie from the other side of the hazy scene.
“…Krista?”
It was the girl who was kind to everyone, someone who was always considerate, even to someone as unsociable as Annie.
“You’re going shopping? What a wonderful store.”
“Why–”
Why are you here? She wanted to ask, but her question was drowned out by the procession of figures who came to take to her.
“So you’re finally interested in dressing up, Annie?”
“Ooh, there’s a cart selling meat over there!”
Those she knew from the Training Corps walked through town, cheerful and excited. The scene was an impossible one, but it also reminded Annie of something.
“You're…all here.”
While only a few words came out of Annie’s mouth, they were filled with kindness.
“The boys are here, too. I think Reiner and Bertolt are on that street over there,” Ymir’s indistinct voice said, pointed in a different direction.
“Reiner and Bertolt…”
Annie’s spine froze in shock at the two names.
…That’s right. I'm…
Soon the cold was everywhere, and Annie held herself in her own arms, shivering.
I don’t have any right to smile.
As Annie’s senses grew colder, her happy Corpsmates began to disappear like fog.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry!”
******
“You sleep every night with such a scary look on your face. How do you do it?”
When Annie opened her eyes, Hitch was there, peeking at her bed with an astonished expression.
“…Is it morning?”
Hitch nodded, then stepped away from the bed to stretch as she put on her jacket.
“Yep. You’d better hurry up and change, or else we’ll be late.”
“…I know.”
The emotions in her voice was restrained, unlike in her dream. Annie felt relieved to hear the voice coming from her mouth.
I…can’t be the person I was in that dream. Not ever, no matter what happens…
Annie gulped down hard as something began to well up inside of her. She crawled out of bed. The sun seemed unusually bright.
SOURCE: Attack on Titan: Short Stories
Late Night Stories Vol. 08 Annie Leonhart : A Story of Days Past
“You know… I’ve always wondered.”
A Military Police Brigade station in Stohess District.
Work was officially over for the day, and so the lights in most of the rooms were off. However, brightness continued to leak out from one room. In it were this year’s new recruits, taking care of the office work that had been forced onto them by their superiors.
“What is it, Marlowe? Who are you talking to?”
“Annie. I always wanted to ask.”
The blonde girl who coolly worked her way through the documents, mechanically flipping through them and stamping them, looked up with a furrowed brow.
••••••
“You trained in Trost District and experienced actual combat right afterwards, right? The others who made it into the top ten would have experienced the terror of the Titans first-hand, too… It wouldn’t be surprising at all if they’d wanted to become MPs and live in the interior. So why were you the only one who joined the Military Police Brigade? They didn’t all die in that battle, did they?”
“…Only one died. The rest joined the Survey Corps.”
“The Survey Corps?! Not even the Garrison?! Why?”
Annie didn’t so much as flinch as Hitch overreacted and confronted her with the question.
“…Who knows.”
The dismissively reply made Hitch stars at Annie’s face and changed the question.
“In that case, what kind of people were your corpsmates? Huge idiots?”
“Yeah… I guess they were idiots.”
••••••
Annie’s hands never stopped sorting through the paperwork as she answered the badgering with a few words about the other members of the 104th.
“First…was an idiot obsessed with family. Her childhood friend wanted to join the Survey Corps…and she said she’d protect him. That friend of hers was fifth, right after me, but he said he was going to join the Survey Corps from the beginning… He was the weirdest one.”
“Do weirdos like that really exist in this day and age?”
“The rest of them…were probably influenced by what that idiot said. He actually declared in front of everyone the night before graduation that he’d exterminate all the Titans so that we could explore the world freely.”
“Hah. It’s not quite the same reasoning, but he sounds like Marlowe.”
“I think it’s natural for anyone to follow their ideals. Without dreams or goals, humans are just…”
Marlowe stopped working to try to give his personal opinions about the world, but Hitch cut him off and asked Annie to continue.
“Yeah, yeah. So what about the others? It’s not like everyone was influenced by this idiot, right?”
“There was one guy who said he was going to become an MP even after the battle, so…I might have been a little surprised by him.”
••••••
“He…lost his good friend… His marks were good up until then, but he was the kind of person who always bragged about them. He only ever thought of himself…but then he changed.”
“Was it something about his state of mind?” Marlowe asked, but Annie expressionlessly shook her head.
“Who knows. Like I said earlier… I’m not them. I’m not some stupid dreamer, and it’s not like I have ideals, either. I don’t have anything I want to protect… I’m a coward who just wants to save herself.”
“That goes for everyone who became an MP, though. Are you someone who gets self-conscious about what others think of you?”
“No, that’s not it. I…” Annie began, her hands stopping suddenly in the middle of organizing the pile of now-completed documents and latching them together.
“…I’m heading to bed.”
“Hey! No fair, Annie! You need to help us with the rest…! C’mon.”
Hitch’s attempts to get her to stay were in vain. Just as Annie was about to close the door, she stopped.
“I just…make whatever choice seems easiest.”
As Annie looked to the floor, she thought of her training corpsmates. She bit her tongue as if to brush the memories away and headed to the sleeping quarters.
SOURCE: Attack on Titan: Short Stories 2
TRANSLATION: Ko Ransom
Late Night Stories Vol. 05 Reiner Braun A Story of Absent-Mindedness
“…You know it’s your turn today, Reiner.”
The recruits were busy training, marching through the night. They dragged their heavy feet, weary from the afternoon, as they carried torches in their hands.
“My turn for what?”
“…Remember when we pulled an all-nighter studying the other day?” Bertolt said next to him, causing Reiner to remember.
“Oh. To tell a story to keep everyone awake?”
“I’m begging you to… I feel like my feet are about to stop. I won’t fall behind if it’s an interesting story. I’d need to be in the group to hear it, after all,” Armin said, looking up at Reiner as he staggered back and forth, just barely keeping up.
“Okay. In that case… I’ll tell you a story from the other day.”
••••••
A few days earlier, Reiner was training with a group outside, when they were caught by a heavy evening squall. Of course, rain was no reason to stop a training exercise. If the soldiers didn’t have any rain gear, that just meant a drenched uniform. Their one saving grace was that they would be heading back to the barracks immediately afterwards.
“…Once all of you guys got back, the first thing you had to do was dry your clothes and wash off any mud with well water, right?” “ But you were squad leader then, Reiner, so you had to go and give a report before that,” Armin continued. Reiner nodded while a shiver ran through his body, as if he was remembering how cold he was that day.
“I finally gave my report to the instructor and went back to the well, then took off my shirt to start wiping off my body, but just as I did…”
••••••
“Aahh?!”
Reiner turned to face the shrieks and saw two female Training Corps recruits, Mina and Krista, passing by. Thinking that they must have been shocked to see him shirtless, he turned his back to them in a panic and apologized.
“S-Sorry. I’ll be done fast, so, just a minute…”
“N-No, we’re sorry, too! Don’t worry, you can finish up!”
“Really? Okay, then…”
Reiner paid no mind to the girls as they watched him wring his shirt with his exposed, muscular body, before starting to wipe it clean…
“Hey, Reiner? Um… Can we ask you a favor?”
“…And then the girls asked if they could touch my abs. It’s not like it would hurt anyone to say yes, so I let them, and…they said things like, ‘Wow, it’s really a six pack!’ or “What do you do to work out?’”
The girls didn’t hold back as they put their hands all over him.
“Heh! You’ve got a pretty solid chest, Reiner.”
“Wait, Ymir…! Hey, both of you!”
Ymir’s teasing stirred the girls on, as they started to touch not only his abs but also his chest, arms, and back. Reiner sighed at what a mess the situation had become.
“That…was surprising.”
“Wh-What did you just say happened…? Really? I’m so jealous of you!!”
While the situation could be seen as fortunate depending on one’s point of view, Reiner spoke of it as if it were a complete mystery to him. Jean, who was next to Reiner, impulsively threw his torch to the ground.
“Oh! Well, Mikasa wasn’t there, you know!” Reiner said.
“That’s not the problem here!!” Jean replied through clenched teeth. Marco tried to calm Jean while picking up his torch.
“Why don’t you try working out until you have a body like Reiner’s?”
“O-Oh, so I just have to keep working out…”
“I wouldn’t if I were you,” a smiling Armin said as he listened in on the conversation, shutting Jean down completely. “Vertical Maneuvering is your specialty. If you put on any more muscle, you wouldn’t be able to use your skills as well.”
“T-True, balance is important… Wait, don’t tell me that right now, Armin! Can’t you leave me the smallest bit of hope to cling onto?!”
This made Reiner notice that Armin, who tended to lag behind, was still in proper formation with the rest of the squad. He saw that everyone else was there, too and was satisfied to know that he had accomplished something by telling his story.
SOURCE: Attack on Titan: Short Stories 2
TRANSLATION: Ko Ransom
READ ALSO:Late Night Stories Vol. 03 Krista Lenz : A Heart-Pounding Story
Late Night Stories Vol. 01 Jean Kirstein : A Story of Disappointment
Late at night, a languid atmosphere lingered in the air in the boys barracks. In front of each of the recruits surrounding a table was a thick textbook on tactics, along with a variety of notes.
“Ugh… I’m so sleepy…” Connie said as he rubbed his eyes.
“This test is ridiculously difficult… Even I’m not close to finishing the materials,” Reiner shrugged.
“That’s why we’re all here pulling an all-nighter. You’d better not sleep,” Eren said, fighting back a yawn as he nudged Connie, who had his head in his hands. As Armin watched, he suddenly clapped.
“I know! Why don’t we all go around telling interesting stories so that we don’t fall asleep?”
“You want to tell interesting stories?” Jean echoed. Armin smiled back at him.
“That’s right… For example, Jean, why don’t you tell us about a time you were disappointed?”
“Hunh? Why me?!”
“I see… I might not fall asleep if we did that.”
“Good idea. I want to hear that, too.”
Though Jean was against the idea, he had no choice after all the others agreed. His shoulders fell.
“You, too, Marco?! Ugh… Fine.”
••••••
It happened when Jean went shopping with Marco. As part of their training duties, recruits had to calculate the food that would be needed during a fixed duration march, then go buy it.
“So you went in your military uniforms?”
“Yeah. But Jean said prices would be high in towns, so we went to a nearby farming village.”
While one could describe it as simply going shopping, this was actually an important part of their training that required a firm grasp on the many factors that went into a march.
“…And so, the shopping went fine. But…”
Jean sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
••••••
To the society inside the Walls, being a soldier meant having a stable job that allowed one to live off the people’s taxes.
…And so, to put it plainly, recruits were popular. The farmers and other young citizens of the village, both men and women, saw them as possible marriage partners who had promising futures.
Just as Jean and Marco finished shopping and had loaded their wagon, it happened.
“Um… These are for you.”
A number of girls from the village handed them snacks. The two gave their thanks and took them without a second thought before opening the packages, but…
“…Huh? What’s this letter?”
“Hm?! There’s no letter in mine!”
The bread that Marco had been given came with something extra, and it was clear to both of them what it was…
••••••
“Bfft… Haahaha! So no love letter for you, Jean?”
The entire table burst into laughter, beginning with Reiner. Jean did everything he could to protest as they roared.
“Don’t laugh! It was our first time meeting them, you know! What’s the big difference between me and Marco, anyway?!”
“I have a feeling I know what it is. You look like a bad guy, Jean, and Marco seems like someone you’d have a more stable life with.”
“Hey, what’d you just say about my face?!”
As Armin tried to stifle his laughter and explain the workings of a woman’s heart, Marco hopped in from the side to try to smooth things over, since he was the only other recruit involved in the story.
“It’s okay. I turned them down by saying that I didn’t know if I’d be able to become a full-fledged soldier or not.”
“Again, why would you turn them down there?! It only makes it sting more!”
The recruits laughed to one another, to the exclusion of a desperate Jean.
“Ah, all that laughing woke me up… That was a good idea.”
“I bet we could use it during camping training, too.”
“I’ll pick who tells the story next time!”
“I like that idea,” Armin smiled as he looked around. Now that his fellow recruits were awake, they began to switch gears and dig into their homework.
The night was far from over.
SOURCE:Attack on Titan: Short Stories 2
Three Viewpoints: Selected Cases
The Case of the Anonymous Invitation - File No. 12 Reiner’s Side (3/3)
Dinnertime, a few days after the training corps received the anonymous letter…
The young soldiers was busy gossiping about who had the right to accept the invitation to a meal described in the letter.
“Is Reiner Braun here?”
“Huh…?”
Just then, the instructor’s voice filled the mess hall, quieting it in an instant. Not only that, he had called a name that would normally never come out of his mouth.
“Come to the instructors’ office after dinner.”
“…Yes, sir.”
Reiner stood and saluted, but he didn’t understand. The Instructors ’ office was normally a place where troublemakers went… He barely had any familiarity with it as someone with high marks.
“Hey, that’s pretty rare. You getting called into the office?”
What could it be for…? I haven’t messed up lately.
******
Reiner visited the instructors’ office after finishing his meal, but his instructor’s attitude was as indifferent as ever.
“I understand you rescued a civilian lost on a path during our mountain training exercise the other day,” the instructor said.
“To be more precise, I made sure that it wouldn’t interfere with my squad’s actions… and guided someone I met while fetching water back down to the trail at the base of the mountain. I believe I included it in my report…”
Had it been determined that he’d done something inappropriate as squad leader? Reiner prepared to defend himself, but the instructor held him back, saying he wasn’t blaming Reiner for anything.
“A letter of thanks from that civilian arrived addressed to the corps. It seems another one was sent to us through regular mail the other day, but that they forget to write a name on it. That’s why they sent another.”
The instructor produced an envelope with Reiner’s name on it. He had seen the paper used for the envelope somewhere before. Reiner needed no prompting to open it.
“…Hm?! This note…!!”
••••••
“So that thing that read like a love letter from the other day…?”
“…It seems to have just meant they wanted to show their thanks. The envelope, ink, and handwriting all matches up.”
Reiner returned to the mess hall, explained the entire situation to his corpsmates, then discussed the letter in his hand as well as the truth behind the mysterious letter.
“But I think that’s a good thing. You’re getting a free meal out of it, right? The handwriting’s nice, too, so it’s probably some beautiful…”
“…It was a middle-aged man.”
“…Excuse me?”
“I saved an older man, about the same age as our instructor.”
After a moment of stillness, the mess hall exploded with laughter.
••••••
“…Gah hah hah, so it really was true?”
A few girls agreed with Ymir as she held her stomach laughing. By exchanging information in the girls barracks, it seemed as though they had figured out that Reiner was the one who helped the civilian.
“Oh, so the girls knew! We didn’t notice at all!”
“Still, Reiner. I’m impressed that you were able to be that kind and guide someone back despite being in the middle of that harsh exercise. If that had been me, a compass direction would be the absolute most I’d have been able to give him,” Eren said, praising him without any laughter. Reiner sounded serious as he explained why.
“We’re soldiers. No matter who it is, we can’t let ourselves abandon people in trouble,” he said.
…While he was trying to sound cool, it seemed as though his corpsmates would take a while to stop laughing now that they had gotten started.
“You might as well enjoy the opportunity, though. Have a nice private dinner with the old man who saved you,” one of them said.
“I already told the instructor no thanks… That was something any of us would have done. It wouldn’t be fair if I accepted.”
Reiner was now fed up with everyone’s reactions and tried to get them to go back to the barracks. But then, in a rare act for him, Bertolt came up to Reiner and delivered a warning as he sighed.
“Reiner… I don’t mind you being thoughtful… But I don’t want you getting involved in anything annoying because of it…”
“Yeah, I know. I’m not at all interested in being made fun of.”
Bertolt let out another quiet sigh. Reiner the soldier took the words as simple exasperation and followed him back to the barracks as he scratched his head.
SOURCE:Attack on Titan: Short Stories 2
