The time-based admiral of KanColle

At this time, in a grandly decorated bedroom, Yuanchou, who had just woken up, was quietly staring at the summer scenery outside the window. After a while, he sighed in a sad tone as if he was seriously ill to Yaxu who was busy peeling an apple beside him.

"Perhaps this is the punishment from God for a perverted nun like me."

Recalling the blackout when she was imprinted into the mattress last night, she felt so resentful that she was swallowed by the darkness that she couldn't help but cover her dignified yet evil face with sadness.

This is horrible, I never thought Kewei would do this to her, Satan needs a mini fat dinosaur tattooed on his back!!!

And what she likes is to be oppressed by the port of sin, rather than being compressed by physical properties!

When she thought about the terrible task that Kewei had entrusted her with, she couldn't help but bury herself in the quilt in disappointment, and was a little afraid to recall what happened last night.

After all, the weight of four Glorious-class big sisters stacked up one on top of another like rocket propulsion had completely exceeded the carrying limit of her Vengeance-class aircraft carrier. She didn't even have a sense of participation and was just a pathetic cushion.

"I didn't expect that you, Commander, would treat the glorious ladies like this all day long. You really deserve to be called the sinful commander."

Facing Yuanchou's straight amber gaze, Yaxu, who had peeled an exquisite little rabbit apple, was at a loss for explanation for a moment.

After all, all of this originated from the terrible tradition of the Glorious Class. He wouldn't say much if they were lying side by side, but she obviously wanted to overcome her life demons.

Thinking of this, Yaxu couldn't help but recall Kewei's last words when he was hanging on the waist of the fainted Yuanchou last night.

[Grudge! You useless nun! You are so old but you are so miserable. I really misjudged you! ]

It's so dark that Kewei actually intends to completely sacrifice his hatred.

With a light sigh, Yaxu handed the rabbit apple in his hand to Yuanchou, and continued to study how to peel the apple into a dinosaur.

But speaking of it, I always feel that there are a lot of incomprehensible religious objects in Yuanchou's private room.

Suddenly noticing the silly and smiling bald head portrait not far away, Yaxu, who was in a delicate mood, turned his head and reminded Yuanchou who was lying on the bed and didn't want to move: "Yuanchou, the Maitreya statue is a Buddhist thing, and the jewel-inlaid wall cross on the left side, they look like decorations for role-playing."

"Is that so, Commander? But they should all feel similar."

Listening to Yaxu's comments on her nun's collection, Yuanchou turned over and tilted her pretty head slightly, then raised her charming face and red lips, and suggested meaningfully: "Then how about we go to the Iris Church together to get some genuine Vatican stuff back?"

"Ahem, you have to know that the holy grails, holy books, and stone statues in the church were all made by Joan of Arc and her companions with great effort. They are not things bought from the outside world. If you steal them, Maye Blaze and her companions will have a headache."

Seeing that Yuanchou seemed to be planning to bring back some things from the church for decoration, Yaxu, with his eyelids twitching, had to quickly dismiss Yuanchou's idea.

After talking about the church, Yuanchou, who instantly became energetic, suddenly put her soft black silk hand on Yaxu's leg, and then pretended to be sad and confided: "By the way, Commander, I wanted to invite Miss Richelieu to visit the Royal Palace yesterday, but she pretended not to see my invitation and never came."

"So Commander, please stand on the moral high ground and point fingers at her. It would be best if you condemn her harshly and ask the Bishop if she no longer loves you."

Oh no, Richelieu doesn't care about you, so why should she care about my dear commander?

As if she had seen what Yaxu was thinking, Yuanchou added with a smile in her beautiful eyes: "Ah, you should know that I invited her in your name~?"

What! Richelieu, you don't love me anymore! ?

at the same time--

In the central hall of the Royal Castle, Richelieu, who looked graceful and holy, was led by the maid of Glasgow, wearing red and white papal robes and visiting the royal family with the steady steps of a bishop, wearing seductive orange-red stockings.

There is no way, because some things cannot be avoided no matter what.

So she finally decided to take the initiative to talk to the resentful lady, hoping to awaken her conscience.

Her purple-pink eyes flickered with a complex look. Although Richelieu, who pursed her thin lips, wanted to let them replace her, she still wanted to shoulder this trouble alone out of her sense of responsibility as a cardinal.

You know, because of the haze brought to her by hatred, she had to lie in the pure glacier holy water pool for two whole hours last night, and she also had to trouble Brest, an innocent angel, to sing hymns to her for most of the day before she could barely fall asleep.

Sadly, however, no matter how much she tries to escape reality, she probably won't be able to stop hatred from invading the church. After all, she can't kick out her own commander as well.

By that time, her commander and husband would surely pull at her orange-red papal socks and ask her if she no longer loved him.

Guessing his commander's thoughts, the thoughtful Richelieu declined Glasgow's subsequent hospitality and set foot on the upper living area of ​​the Royal Castle alone.

Coincidentally, Victory, who was as beautiful and generous as the sun, was planning to go to Iron Blood to find Tirpitz to instill gossip about her sisters. So, on the spiral staircase of the castle, she bumped into Richelieu directly while stepping on thin black stockings.

"Oh? Hello, Bishop Richelieu. It's rare to see you come alone to visit our royal family."

Seeing that Richelieu, who was carrying the Lorraine Cross, seemed to be alone on the ship, Victory, who had a normal relationship with Richelieu, asked out of friendship as they were both on a wedding ship: "So, Madam Bishop, are you here for a royal walk? Or do you want to come and see Her Majesty the Queen, who is silly, or Her Majesty the Queen, who is pitch black?"

"Well, I want to explain to Ms. Yuanchou why I didn't show up for the dinner yesterday."

"Really? What a pity! Yuanqiu is sick and has asked for leave today."

Hearing that Richelieu actually wanted to visit Yuanchou, she couldn't wait to declare the victory of the terrible gossip and naturally put on a sad and sympathetic expression. Then, she held up her cheeks and sighed softly: "It's all our terrible third sister's fault. Last night, the innocent Ms. Yuanchou was unfortunately sacrificed. I'm afraid it will bring a heavy shadow to Ms. Yuanchou."

"Eh? Did Miss Awesome do anything to Ms. Hatred?"

"This is a long story, but Bishop Richelieu, you'd better go and ask her in person. Anyway, she is the root cause of the hatred (whispering)."

While secretly telling bad things about her behind Kewei's back, just as Victory was happy to see his colleagues in the port area were surprised by her third sister, Richelieu, who was standing at the bottom of the spiral staircase, suddenly showed a look of hope.

My God! Miss Awesome is simply the savior of the church, the female Jesus of Iris!

After hearing that Yuanchou fell for no reason because of Kewei, although he had no idea about the specific reason, Richelieu was surprised and couldn't help feeling grateful and fortunate towards Kewei.

If possible, she would even like to go and ask Kewei in person what means had been used to make that immoral royal nun die on the spot last night.

When he thought that there was actually a way for the fearful to destroy the shameless nun, Richelieu, with a hopeful look on his face, could not help but feel sincerely happy, just like seeing the first ray of dawn in the dark night, realizing that hatred also has so-called weaknesses.

"Um, may I ask where is Miss Awesome now?"

So, with the intention of asking Kewei for a secret plan to get rid of the hatred, Richelieu approached Shengli with a dazed look and said anxiously, "I want to ask her something."

"Ah? It's amazing that she went out early in the morning. She said she was going to find a cool pool outside to soak in and think about her life."

"???"

After showing the same silly expression as Victory who was stunned in front of them, Richelieu and Victory stared at each other, not knowing how to continue the topic for a moment, and could only pass each other by in awkwardness.

How strange, (Richelieu) What’s wrong with her...?

But regardless of the complicated situation on both sides, after confirming that Yuanchou had taken leave for unknown reasons, Richelieu, after a brief hesitation, stared at the blushing face, then silently began to retreat.

After all, she could hide for one day longer than she could hide. Since something had happened to Yuanchou, she was safe for the time being.

So not long after, Richelieu, who hurried back to the Holy Church, expressed his sincere gratitude.

"Strange, Master Richelieu, why are you back so soon?"

With his lilac-colored hair and cute aloft, Foch, who was cleaning the stone statue of an angel in the prayer hall, couldn't help but jokingly asked Richelieu in a light tone, "So, have you solved the problem with that royal nun?"

"No, because Ms. Yuanqiu seems to be sick and has taken leave."

Avoiding Foch's cheerful concern, Richelieu pursed his lower lip and then looked at Joffre and the others who were lying on the church benches.

"Tsk! You are so useless. Is a mere Royal Aircraft Carrier enough to make you so distressed?"

Seeing Richelieu, who was obviously absent-minded recently and had lost his grace and composure, Jean Bart, who had a flaxen ponytail, could not help but frown.

"But……"

Faced with the scolding from the sister ship, Richelieu was hesitant to speak and didn't know how to explain.

You know, Atago of the Sakura Empire was just simply lusting after their bodies on behalf of the commander, but Ms. Yuanchou was obviously different. She obviously wanted to lift the holy veil of these Vatican ships and admire their immoral appearance as they fell from their faith.

As a serious cardinal, Richelieu certainly did not want the image of his own camp to be shattered among other camps.

"Right! How about letting you, Bal, take my place in dealing with Ms. Hatred?"

"I reject."

After scolding without hesitation, Jean Bal stood up and walked outside, showing a rare wild cat expression of gloating towards Richelieu.

"Humph~ Seeing how you are so afraid of her, I can't help but have a good impression of her."

"Jean Bart..."

Thinking that Jean Bart had never been interested in the faith of their church, Richelieu felt disappointed and didn't say much.

On the other hand, La Galissonnier, the inquisitor of the Holy See, couldn't help but smirk and stick out her pink tongue, then suggested: "It's easy, why not just send a ship to the royal palace to strangle that troublesome royal nun~?"

"Wow, then just let Galissonnier go. And I don't really want to call that girl a nun. I always feel that the way she looks at us is a little weird. Her clothes and figure make her look even more vulgar than mine (puffy face)!"

Muttering his hatred in the form of a submarine, Shukuf pinched his tight belly after he finished speaking.

"Hmm, I wonder if the commander likes it plump or tight."

Seeing that none of his colleagues seemed to be able to help her, Richelieu finally had no choice but to look back at the church murals in the prayer hall.

"There is no other way. Let's just pray together. This way we can always come up with a solution."

Just as Richelieu was about to calm his heart with the usual prayer, finally, at this moment, with the convenience of the commander's time stop, a huge nun ship came silently to the outside of the church.

This time, Richelieu, who had not received any intelligence from the small ship girl, was naturally not mentally prepared at all, and he directly heard the polite knock on the door from the church.

[How are you, Bishop~?]

[Would you mind saving the wandering nun? I feel really helpless right now...]

Listening to the voice of Yuanchou echoing from outside the church, Richelieu, who was completely frozen in place, couldn't help but tremble in response: "Strange, Ms. Yuanchou? Isn't she sick in bed today!?"

Just when Richelieu was having trouble accepting the reality, Yuanchou, who insisted on slowly stepping into the church, swayed her plump older sister figure from side to side with a hint of pleasure.

For some reason, when I thought of the pleasure that came from a real church, my limp body that was crushed by the terrible yesterday was instantly filled with unimaginable strength!

Finally, as Yuanchou continued to knock on the door excitedly, Jeanbal, with an expressionless face, directly pushed open the platinum door for Yuanchou. Then, while glancing at the guilty Yaxu who was watching the show silently, he reached out and patted Yuanchou's soft shoulders.

"I'm going to go to the deck of the pirate ship to bask in the sun. Go for it."

Jean Bart! Are you going to watch your sister ship die without saving her?

Seeing that Jean Bart was so straightforward in letting in his hatred, Yaxu couldn't help but condemn Jean Bart with his eyes.

Seeing this, Jeanbart, with one hand on his waist, murmured meaningfully to Yaxu: "Compared to a sister who didn't save her from death, I think the commander who wants to watch the ship girl have fun is more hateful."

Oh my god! He is a bad commander!

After realizing that he really wanted to see how Enemy bullied Richelieu, Yaxu, overwhelmed with grief, covered his face like a commander in shame.

Chapter 1691 From now on, churches are all over hell ~ Amen!

Sure enough, no matter what, the true home of the nun can only be the holy church!

Letting her golden hair fall down on her high-slit, backless nun's uniform, the plump girl stepped into the clean, dust-free prayer hall. She couldn't help but step on her black high heels regularly, lightly touching the holy pillars that supported the church one by one.

The dome-like circular platform on the top floor, the large mosaics embedded in the inner walls, and the light shining from the long windows inlaid with colored glass, create a sacred atmosphere that naturally spreads in the church.

In particular, the solemn hymns that were faintly permeating from the sky above the church made the fake nun feel the difference between role-playing and the actual Vatican.

After a while, with a clean murmur, a flawless figure suddenly appeared from the marble railing in the sky, revealing the outline of a pure white body facing the sun, and then spread her wings and descended from a great height.

Then, to the sound of the high-pitched Hallelujah music, the gentle and lovely Brest took a step with her smooth and beautiful legs under the protection of the holy light and landed steadily in front of Yuanchou.

Brest, with elf ears hidden under his gentle waterfall of bright golden hair, was very suitable to serve as the facade of a church. He then calmly looked at Yaxu on the other side, and suddenly handed a collection of poems to Yaxu with a little expectation.

"I dedicate this poem to the hero who saved the blue sea" - well, Brest's poem is complete."

Looking at Brest, who was shaking his wings and showing confidence, Yaxu was stunned for a moment and naturally hurriedly put away Brest's latest masterpiece.

At the same time, Yuanchou, who was busy admiring the church, couldn't help but pull Yaxu's sleeve from the side, and twisted his waist with interest and said: "Look, it's a real angel sister, the pure white down wings look really tasteful, and the angel's belly button seems to be very exquisite~?"

"And Miss Brest's angel costume looks no different from a slit white swimsuit. In other words, my nun costume is also a pure Vatican uniform, don't you think so, Commander?"

Faced with Yuanchou's righteous statement, Yaxu couldn't help but nodded in agreement after looking at Brest's belly exposed under her white gauze angel wing skirt.

Because the front of the Brest is no different from a strapless bikini, it really looks just like the Grudge.

"Ahem! At least, Brest can cover herself with her wings!"

Seeing that the enemy seemed to be pointing fingers at their church ship, Richelieu, as a bishop, naturally wanted to protect the image of his colleague, so he hurriedly interrupted: "Besides, Brest is a project ship after all, how can it be generalized."

"At the very least, if you really want to be a nun, Ms. Yuanchou, then you should be more conservative with your nun's uniform, like the hem of your cheongsam."

Looking at the skin of Yuanchou that was enough to spread from the base of her thigh to her side, Richelieu could not help but say solemnly: "We nuns of Free Iris will not entertain believers in a vacuum."

"That's too much. I'm being conservative too (puffing up my cheeks)."

After hearing the sharp comments from Richelieu, she raised her beautiful face and turned her back to Yaxu, showing Yaxu the nun's rope satin beneath her flawless jade back.

Seeing this, Yaxu, who had been observing silently for a while, could only nod to Richelieu and add: "Richelieu, Yuanqiu did wear lining clothes, although it was no different from a thin rope."

"Phew~ Anyway, Ms. Yuanchou, what kind of job do you want to take on as a nun?"

Facing the unfaithful nun, the chaste and dignified Richelieu finally had to compromise and proposed: "How about you and Joan of Arc take care of the scriptures in the library together?"

"Shall I take care of her? Monsieur Richelieu..."

Seeing that Richelieu seemed to be planning to let her monitor Renchou, Joan of Arc, who was standing with Joffre and the others not far away, couldn't help but blink her beautiful sky-blue eyes in surprise.

But as a knight who was honest and upright and whose faith was unwavering, Joan of Arc naturally did not intend to evade her responsibility, but stepped forward to stand in front of her enemy.

The blonde hair tied up behind her pretty head revealed her capable character. Joan of Arc, who was wearing a pure white knight's uniform, then warned Yuanchou with a firm face: "Then I will seriously supervise any blasphemous behavior of yours, Sister Yuanchou!"