Chapter Forty-Six: Rena Serizawa Invites the Wolf into Her Home

Serizawa household, living room.

“Thank you.”

Taking the glass of water from Serizawa Yui, Anhe looked curiously at Serizawa Rena, who sat opposite him, flipping through her sketches. “So, how is it?”

At his words, Serizawa Rena suddenly looked up, her large eyes sparkling with excitement.

“It’s wonderful!”

She gave a big thumbs-up, then, as if feeling that wasn’t expressive enough, quickly set her sketches aside and raised her other hand, offering another thumbs-up.

“Absolutely fantastic!”

Seeing her sister so animated, Serizawa Yui, who had just sat down, couldn’t help but ask, “What are you two talking about?”

She had just washed up and fetched some water, so she had missed what had transpired.

At her question, Anhe pulled a small stack of densely written manuscripts from the cloth bag in front of him and handed them over with a smile. “If you’re not afraid of nightmares tonight, Yui, you can take a look.”

Nightmares? Impossible!

Serizawa Yui’s face was full of disdain as she took the manuscript and began to read. Rena, sitting beside her, leaned in curiously as well.

She’d only seen the character designs and personality notes earlier and had no idea what the actual story was like.

Time ticked by slowly, the soft rustle of pages filling the room, and Yui’s expression shifted from indifference to a slight furrow of her brows.

Finally, after finishing the last page, she put the manuscript down.

“Well?” Anhe asked with a grin. Yui turned her head, trying to steady herself. “It—it’s okay, not really that scary.”

Anhe chuckled softly at her pale face but didn’t call her out.

The reason Attack on Titan had been banned in his previous life’s homeland was largely due to its graphic violence and the bizarre depiction of the Titans.

After all, the Mother Titan and the Abnormal Titans left many childhoods scarred.

He glanced at Serizawa Rena. Her expression was calm. When Anhe looked her way, she blinked, then picked up her drawing board and wrote for a moment before holding it up.

“I think it’s amazing, but Eren is so pitiful.”

“He is, a bit,” Anhe replied cheerfully.

Because of time constraints, he had only written up to the part where Eren’s true nature was discovered by humanity, and he first willingly transformed into a half-Titan to protect Armin and Mikasa.

“What happens next?” Serizawa Rena raised her drawing board with one hand, lying across the table. Her oversized pajamas slipped, exposing a patch of pale skin and the faint rise of her chest.

Having just witnessed the snowy mountains, Anhe felt no stirrings at the sight of these small hills, so he shifted his gaze and explained, “The rest of the story still needs some thought. I mainly came today to discuss something with you, Rena.”

A cough sounded from Yui.

Seeing her sister’s curious gaze, oblivious to the risk of exposure, Yui rolled her eyes and said, exasperated, “Sis, you’re going to flash everyone like that.”

Flash? What?

Rena was perplexed, instinctively glancing down—and then…

Steam train noises seemed to puff from her as her cheeks bloomed crimson, and she sprang from the table, hurriedly covering her chest.

Watching her reaction, Anhe’s lips twitched. Yui leaned over, whispering so only the two could hear, “Did you see anything, senior Anhe?”

He glanced at her gossiping face and nodded, not bothering to hide it.

“How was it?”

Yui’s eyes sparkled. In her mind, such an incident should prompt a flustered confession from any boy.

But her hopes were dashed.

Anhe merely sneered, saying, “Poor but rich,” and left it at that.

“What does that even mean?” Yui didn’t understand, but resolved to look it up online someday.

“Alright,” Anhe suddenly said, bringing their attention back.

He took the remaining manuscripts and sketches from his bag and laid them on the table, then looked seriously at Rena, whose cheeks were still tinged with red. “Rena, last time you said you wanted to be a manga artist and create your own work—was that true?”

Though puzzled by his question, Rena still nodded.

Seeing this, Anhe pushed all the sketches toward her and explained, “These are drafts I made in my spare time. Since you want to draw manga, why not help me bring this story to life and submit it? What do you think?”

Me?

Rena pointed at herself in surprise. When Anhe nodded, she waved her hands frantically, then scribbled on her drawing board and held it up.

“I can’t do it! I’m really bad at this, my character drawings aren’t good, and I have no experience drawing manga!”

She rattled off seven or eight shortcomings as if she truly didn’t want to take on the project.

[Cannot disguise her intentions, fingers trembling with excitement, yet her face feigns reluctance—such a little liar needs serious training…]

The narrator’s voice echoed in Anhe’s mind, but this time, he didn’t need the reminder; he could tell Rena genuinely wanted to draw manga.

He took a sip of water, then said, “Don’t worry, Rena, I’m not asking you to do it alone—I’ve found someone to help you.”

Help?

Rena tilted her head in confusion. Anhe then briefly described Kurorai Nadeshiko’s situation, omitting the details about what kind of manga she worked on.

Hearing that an artist would assist her, Rena’s face lit up, and she began peppering Anhe with questions.

He answered selectively: female, around twenty-seven, with seven years of experience, previously employed at Tokyo’s most famous manga studio.

By the time he finished, Rena’s eyes were shining, impatient to meet this seasoned mentor.

With her agreement, Anhe took his leave, promising to bring the helper that afternoon.

After leaving the Serizawa house, Anhe rode his motorcycle home.

It was noon, and Amamiya Sayu had already prepared lunch.

During the meal, Anhe suggested they visit the Serizawa house together that afternoon. Sayu didn’t refuse—she was bored alone at home anyway.

After lunch, Anhe waited for Sayu to change, then set out with her for Serizawa Rena’s home.