Mash-up Anime World: Creating the SCP Foundation to Contain Anomalies

Daz was burning up with a fever and had completely lost consciousness. On this snowy mountain, in their current situation, this was practically a death sentence.

This kind of deep unconsciousness was impossible to wake from, and it meant losing control over his own body.

Have you ever tried supporting a drunk person? Doesn't it feel much heavier than usual?

Right now, Daz was no different from a hundred-pound piece of luggage. If they abandoned Daz, he would definitely die on this mountain. There was no way he could survive a winter night with a high fever. Rescue wouldn't arrive until after sunrise tomorrow at the earliest.

But if they insisted on dragging Daz along…

Three exhausted ordinary people would be dragged to their deaths, leaving them all buried in this snowy mountain.

Ymir stared at Haruto.

She wanted to see how this guy, who talked so much about saving humanity, would react now. But what she saw was that Haruto looked like a mere bystander.

He showed no reaction at all.

That indifference sent chills down Ymir's spine.

Only now did Ymir truly understand what Historia had meant when she said that Haruto was different.

Meanwhile, Historia was overwhelmed with worry after checking Daz's condition.

Her gaze swept around before she quickly found two branches as thick as an arm.

She then prepared to use some of their cold-weather clothing to strap Daz to them and drag him along.

It was a decent plan.

But with a normal person's strength, dragging Daz down the mountain was impossible.

"Christa! Give up! Either we abandon Daz so that the three of us can survive, or we all die here together."

Ymir said coldly.

Historia didn't stop what she was doing. Her eyes showed a stubborn determination.

"No, that's the wrong judgment, Ymir."

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Historia.

It lifted her off the ground.

"Haruto! What are you doing?! We can't abandon Daz!"

Historia shouted at Haruto, who had lifted her up.

He pointed at Daz and spoke coldly,

"Daz was already sick before coming up the mountain. He knew his own condition, but he still took the risk because he wanted to join the Military Police. He made a choice for his own future, but he miscalculated. Now he has to bear the consequences. Even knowing this, you still want to save him?"

Historia nodded firmly.

"No matter what, he is our comrade!"

Haruto pointed at Ymir, then at himself.

"And what about us? Because of your misjudgment, we might die on this mountain too."

At this moment, both Haruto's eyes and voice were as sharp as a blade. Each word cut into Historia, making her ache, making her wake up.

Historia froze, then shook her head violently.

"No! If it doesn't work, then I'll—"

"Then what? Should we abandon you instead?" Haruto interrupted coldly, staring at Historia.

"So you just want to die?"

His roar echoed through the empty mountains, startling countless birds into flight. Historia's eyes widened, and she could no longer say a word.

Because she realized…

What Haruto said was true.

Under his oppressive gaze, Historia's eyes turned red, but she couldn't even shed tears. In this freezing wind, tears wouldn't fall. Ymir couldn't bear it anymore and was about to step forward.

But at that moment, Haruto put Historia down.

He took off his scarf and wrapped it around her neck.

Then he reached out, lifted the unconscious Daz onto his back, and started walking forward. Historia clutched the scarf around her neck, frozen in place for a long time.

Only when Ymir tugged on her sleeve did Historia finally snap out of it.

The two quickly caught up with Haruto.

"Why?"

Historia asked in confusion.

She couldn't understand Haruto's actions.

At this moment, he no longer had the coldness and oppressive aura from before. Instead, he smiled and said, "

I want to see if I can create a lovestruck fool using just a scarf."

If Eren could do it, then there was no reason he couldn't!

HIstoria's face turned slightly red, but she quickly shook her head.

"I meant, why did you save Daz...?"

Haruto shrugged.

"Because I saved him in passing. I'm very strong—forget carrying one person, even if I had to carry you and Ymir on my back, I could easily return to the Cadet Corps."

Historia was stunned, momentarily at a loss for words.

At that moment, Ymir leaned over with a sneer:

"Oh yeah? Then why don't you carry—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Haruto suddenly reached out and pulled Ymir into his arms. Before she could even react, he casually hoisted her onto his shoulder.

Ymir: !!!

After being carried for a few steps, Ymir finally shouted,

"Put me down, you shady guy!"

Haruto lowered himself slightly, allowing Ymir to get down.

"You asked for it yourself. Why are you making a fuss?"

Ymir was momentarily speechless.

Damn it, this guy!

Historia watching Haruto's actions, widened her eyes in shock.

Carrying one person on his back while effortlessly lifting Ymir and walking as if nothing—

This... this this this!

"Then why were you being so harsh to Christa just now? You could've just carried her too!!"

Ymir spoke up for the adorable Historia.

"I was helping Christa realize her own problem. If she keeps thinking about dying whenever she faces a critical moment, one day, she really will die."

Haruto spoke seriously.

Historia felt like his words had pierced straight into her heart. Ymir also fell silent. She had never realized before that Historia had suicidal tendencies.

Historia lowered her head and, after a long pause, murmured,

"Someone like me... living only causes trouble for others. It would be better to die—at least then, people would praise me."

Ymir looked at Historia in shock.

This girl, who was like an angel in the Cadet Corps, actually had such thoughts.

"That's completely unnecessary." Haruto said without looking back. "Blaming yourself because others dislike you is foolish."

Historia was stunned and looked at Haruto blankly. But his next words made her eyes widen even more.

"Historia; the illegitimate child of a royal concubine, who became the sole heir to the throne because the royal bloodline dwindled.

Targeted due to political turmoil, despised by her own mother, and ultimately forced to flee under a hidden identity of Christa; your biggest mistake is believing that suffering is your fault."

"You did nothing wrong."