The time-based admiral of KanColle

Seeing that the companies present all looked as if they were used to it, Clemenceau looked left and right and couldn't help but joked to Yaxu who was changing into pajamas beside him: "I thought it would be a more unbearable scene."

"No matter how embarrassing something is, you will get used to it as long as you experience it more, Ms. Clemenceau."

Noticing that Clemenceau seemed to be following their commander, Belfast carefully folded the commander's uniform for Yaxu, and then teased Yaxu beside him: "Aren't you going to take care of Ms. Clemenceau, Master?"

"Ahem, Clemenceau just wants to know more about the port area."

As Bismarck and the others looked intentionally or unintentionally at Clemenceau, the ship's woman who seemed out of place, Yaxu affectionately pulled Clemenceau over and then pressed her in front of the dressing table.

"That's right, putting on a refreshing mask can make you feel more comfortable."

After realizing that Clemenceau was following him without sleep because of some kind of anxiety, Yaxu couldn't help but move closer to Clemenceau and suggested meaningfully: "It's very important to learn to empty yourself occasionally, Clemenceau."

"Thinking too much and worrying too much will only keep you awake, Clemenceau."

"Haha, Commander, don't forget that there is still the Arbiter Pope who is eyeing us covetously outside."

Hearing that Yaxu actually suggested that she relax, Clemenceau smiled and couldn't help but remind her slightly: "Commander, didn't you say that you had to deal with Helophon as soon as possible?"

"For this port area, maintaining a peaceful life is more important than seeking revenge and fighting with the Siren."

Finally, after hearing Clemenceau suddenly bring up the Pope's question, Yaxu followed suit and hinted to Clemenceau in front of him, "Because you have experienced absolute powerlessness in front of Herophant, now that the problem has been solved, you feel at a loss as to what to do."

"I was good at calculating, but in the end I didn't expect anything. When Ban Erwei was bewitched by the Pope, he didn't discover anything either."

"That is to say, you are now disgusted with your own powerlessness, panicking and preparing to divert your attention as much as possible, right, Clemenceau?"

Seeing Clemenceau sitting in front of the dressing mirror suddenly stunned, Yaxu sighed slightly, although he didn't want to talk about this slightly embarrassing topic directly.

But since Clemenceau was obviously the kind of ship girl who didn't like to show her feelings, Yaxu had no choice but to add to Clemenceau in front of Bismarck and the others: "After Guishan and the others finished chatting with Richelieu, they quickly found a room to sleep."

"They quickly accepted the status quo when they joined the Marseillaise in the harbor, but you didn't, Clemenceau."

Faced with the commander's sudden bluntness, Clemenceau, who had been silent for a long time, raised the corners of his lips and turned sideways to ask Yaxu: "Really? Then how are you going to comfort me?"

"Humph~ What a mess! I'll give her a punch right now and she'll behave herself!"

Seeing that Clemenceau, a light bulb, seemed to need psychological counseling, Queen Elizabeth, with her cheeks puffed up, could not help but snort coldly.

After all, the proud Royal Queen doesn't care about the Vichy Church's ship girls!

However, before Shabai could righteously stand on tiptoe and wave his windmill fist at Clemenceau, Yaxu, who seemed to be thinking about something, smiled and suggested to Clemenceau: "Why don't you just sleep with us today?"

"Huh!? I've brought all my stuff, Xiao Yaxu, are you kidding me?"

Seeing that Yaxu was planning to let Clemenceau lie down in the commander's warm bed to have a good rest, Atago naturally realized that this would greatly affect her enjoyment of the performance.

After all, if Clemenceau were here, wouldn't they be able to form a spectacular Jenga fountain? ?

"Really? Then let's treat it as a training camp for the Sakura Empire."

After saying that, Bismarck couldn't help but look at Clemenceau with some relief. After all, it was not a good experience to be squeezed around by a restless ship girl like Atago.

In addition, Queen Elizabeth always likes to make "mumm-mumm" sounds and wait for opportunities to kick them secretly, and they can easily crush the little fox's tail, which makes her feel inexplicably guilty.

Thinking of this, Bismarck turned off the lights in the room without saying a word.

After all, for her, even watching Frederick the Great playing house with the commander in bed was more comfortable than playing around with Atago and the others.

On the other hand, leaving aside Chang Meng's disappointment, the heroic Qiye also didn't say much. After all, their White Eagle camp often held group camping in the wild, so it was common for everyone to sleep in the same tent.

"Wait, have you all accepted everything?!"

Seeing that Veneto and the others had no pride in being the wedding ship, Queen Elizabeth, with her hands on her hips, was about to continue pointing fingers at Enterprise and the others, but Belfast behind her patted Silly Bai on the shoulder at the right time.

"That's great. The master is also sleepy, so let him have a good rest."

Noticing that Yaxu had buried his face in Veneto's arms and had completely lost all response since the beginning, Belfast realized that his commander wanted to sleep very much, so he didn't say anything more.

Chapter 1804 When Clemenceau realizes his future life

In the dim king-size bedroom, with a comfortable environment and a warm atmosphere, Yaxu, who was now fast asleep, was lying in bed with a peaceful look on his face, as motionless as a doll.

Naturally, this soft cotton quilt is not only filled with the commander's scent, but also mixed with elegant body scents of various styles.

After all, due to different camps and habits, Veneto and the others have different scents. For example, Bismarck is like the mellow classic coffee, Enterprise is as refreshing as the morning breeze, and the little fox is the soothing orchid and osmanthus fragrance.

However, only the commander would actually notice the difference between these temptations. To Queen Elizabeth and the others lying inside, this was just a crowded and warm bed.

"Mmmmm... This is a noble mind, Zzzz"

With the sweet and greasy aroma of high-class milk cake, Queen Elizabeth, who didn't like to have wild thoughts like Befa and the others, quickly fell asleep, and even kicked the quilt in front of her.

After all, because of the squeezing of the cute fox tail next to him, Sha Bai, who was feeling a little stuffy, dreamed of some bad things.

Except for the free-spirited Queen Elizabeth, the other ship girls are all feeling this indescribable complex atmosphere.

Yes, although in theory, their relationship should be that kind of close, but in fact, they are not familiar with each other. The length of the topics they talk about during each gathering is not as long as the time they spend sucking the commander.

So while Bismarck and the others were busy staring at the ceiling and preparing to fall asleep quietly, Clemenceau, who had just followed the atmosphere and lay down, glanced at Yaxu who was sleeping between Atago and Veneto with a somewhat amusing look.

"If that's all, aren't you at a disadvantage?"

Seeing Belfast sleeping beside him at the edge, Clemenceau couldn't help but tease him, "What's the point of you lying here without your dear commander holding you?"

"In fact, according to our usual practice, now is the halftime break. We will swap positions during the short nap after the chaos, and continue after waking up. When the entire bed is sticky, we will change rooms together, or just take a bath together."

Belfast, with his eyes lowered, continued leisurely as he told Clemenceau about the secret life on the wedding ship: "Of course, everyone just feels relieved because they can see the master."

"Really? Then why do you think the commander wanted me to come in and sleep with him?"

The brown-gold hair covered her beautiful red eyes. Clemenceau pretended to be regretful and murmured, "I was just thinking seriously about whether I should expose the commander if he secretly touched my thigh in the middle of the night."

"He said he wanted to comfort me, but he just fell asleep like that."

"Haha, because the master knows that for ship women like us who like to be smart, no matter how correct the chicken soup for the heart is, it will have no effect on us, so he lets you sleep with us."

Belfast looked at Clemenceau, who maintained her calm image even in such an occasion, and couldn't help but smile and explained, "So the master hopes that you can relax with us in this way."

"After all, no matter what troubles everyone has, at least they can sleep peacefully here."

Just when Belfast was signaling to Clemenceau to learn to accept life, Atago, who had been buried in the quilt since the beginning, now poked her head out with a happy look on her face, and then reminded Veneto and the others enthusiastically.

"Hehe, sister, I have helped you to rub the commander, so who wants to be the first to go?"

"That's enough Atago, the commander is asleep."

Seeing that Miss Bad Dog was not going to let Yaxu go, Bismarck could not bear to watch and immediately turned his head to Atago and condemned her righteously: "You know, we are not nymphomaniacs."

"Fox (blushing)!"

As Bismarck's righteous and solemn rebuke fell, Chang Meng, who had just buried himself in the quilt, suddenly poked his little head out again in a hurry, his flushed face filled with a strong sense of shame.

Looking at the fox licking that was caught alive, Bismarck, with a frown on his face, felt a strange sense of guilt for some reason.

Fortunately, Atago, who never fell for this, naturally encouraged Chang Meng on the spot: "Don't listen to her, Nagato-sama. If we don't lick the commander, where will we get nutrition from!"

At this point, Atago pretended to glance at Bismarck with regret, and said playfully: "And Miss Bismarck, you really have no sentiment. Xiao Yaxu has fallen asleep, which is equivalent to a buffet now."

"Hey, I'll give you one of the commander's arms to play with. You can use it to pinch yourself."

Facing Bismarck's stern gaze, Atago giggled and pulled Yaxu's left arm out from under Veneto, then handed it to Bismarck as if it were a reward.

At the same time, as Yaxu placed his arms across his chest, Qiye, who had been asleep, suddenly opened his beautiful eyelashes.

"Hmm? Commander, do you want to..."

Just when Enterprise instinctively thought that her dear commander wanted to touch her, Veneto and Bismarck on both sides quickly shifted their gazes over, causing Enterprise to blush.

Taking advantage of this gap, Atago had already dived deep into the bed.

Seeing this, the innocent Veneto, who had no prejudice against Atago, immediately followed with a smile.

The next second, the commander's underside of the quilt began to swell at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Along with this, there were whispers between Veneto and Atago's wedding ship.

"Hehe, let me tell you a secret. Lady Nagato always nods her head cautiously."

"Is that so? Come to think of it, Her Majesty the Queen of the Royal Family is not very good at this either."

While discussing the gossip about their marriage ships' verbal skills, Atago suddenly poked her head out and then teased Enterprise and Bismarck outside with a smile: "Speaking of which, how is the technology of your Z23?"

"Do you think I would talk to you about such boring things?"

Facing Atago who lacks a sense of boundaries, although Bismarck refused verbally, he couldn't help but recall the scene when Z23 was kneeling under the desk to work. His serious look throughout the whole process clearly showed that Z23 was a standard academic technique.

On the other hand, in response to Atago's question, Enterprise couldn't help but recall Lafite's situation.

But unlike them who can support themselves, the lazy Raffi prefers to let the commander control her.

"Um, am I really that clumsy?"

Seeing Atago pointing fingers at their skills for no reason, Chang Meng, who was prone to inferiority complex, couldn't help but droop her fox ears.

"Come to think of it, Shimakaze and the others seem to be better than me."

"Alright Nagato-sama, Shimakaze-chan is a rabbit, she's the best at biting carrots, of course it's different."

At this point, Atago pulled the reluctant Chang Meng into the bed, and whispered to herself into Chang Meng's inky fox ear fur: "And the so-called foxes, of course, eat meat."

So after successfully pulling her own Sakura Empire Goddess into the cheating team, the well-prepared Atago took out a flashlight of unknown meaning from the dark bed the next second.

In an instant, with the warm light seeping through the quilt, the silhouettes of Veneto and the others struggling were displayed in front of them without reservation.

Although this was commonplace for these experienced bridesmaids, the half-hidden silhouettes of Atago and the others, like a shadow play, through the quilt still made Bismarck and the others feel their cheeks burning.

It's strange. I'm just showing them a shadow like a projection, so why do they feel excited?

Just as Enterprise and Bismarck were both lost in their unconscious staring, Clemenceau, who was watching intently, finally couldn't help but raise his eyelids at this moment, and his delicate face couldn't help but reveal a bit of red.

Wow~ Is this really something a newcomer like her can watch?

Just as Clemenceau was also attracted by the wedding ship scene where Bismarck and the others were racing, the perfect and chic Belfast smiled and joked to Clemenceau: "It's incredible, isn't it?"

"The willful and capricious queen, the introverted and pure little fox, the rigid and rigorous leader, and the free and indifferent White Eagle flagship are all here together doing shameless things."

Belfast let her smooth silver hair fall on her jade back, raised her lips slightly, and then put her index finger on her lips, and said to Clemenceau who was also watching in fascination, "At least here, everyone can get together without any barriers."

"Ms. Clemenceau, even the Sirens who brought you trouble before."

Belfast's blue-purple eyes were filled with moving ripples. He suddenly leaned close to Clemenceau and whispered in his ear with deep meaning, "That is to say, the Herophant who calls himself the Pope will end up like this sooner or later."

"It's incredible, isn't it? There was hatred and resentment between the two of them, but it ended like this. In comparison, don't you think your disgust for your own powerlessness was ridiculous from the beginning?"

After telling Clemenceau about the improper relationship between his master and the Siren, Belfast smiled slightly because he was also intrigued by the silhouette of Atago not far away, and then he slowly put on thin plastic gloves.

But after noticing Clemenceau's puzzled look, Belfast certainly did not forget to explain.

"I'm sorry, but this is a professional habit of a royal maid. In fact, I'm better at the job at hand."

Having said that, Belfast, who no longer cared about Yaxu's new colleague's feelings, just dived silently without leaving a trace. After a while, there was another beautiful silhouette on Atago's side.

"I see. Is this revenge against the Pope?"

After hearing Belfast's hidden meaning, Clemenceau also realized the absurdity of reality at this moment.

And the guilt and anxiety she had always felt towards Ban Erwei and the others, at this moment, turned into meaningless self-entanglement like a clown.

Because if she took the initiative, wouldn't she be able to press Helophon's pretty head under the commander? And by the way, she could easily slap her siren ass that looked like a white ice cream cone?

In that case, what should she do with her self-abasement under the oppression of the Sirens?

In an instant, Clemenceau, who had just joined the port on her first day, realized that her life on the ship would fall along with the bottom line of this port, to the point where she could get sticky with the Siren.

Thinking of this, the dazed Clemenceau vividly revealed the expression of a confused circus clown.

Especially with the sound of the quilt next to him, Clemenceau, who was lying on the bed of the wedding ship and looked out of place, stared blankly at the commander's ceiling and slowly closed his eyes.

I see. So this is what they call a Minato-ku ship student...

Corresponding to Clemenceau’s self-redemption, the next afternoon—

Due to the increasing physical fatigue, Yaxu, who had slept for a whole day and night, felt an inexplicable sense of tiredness the moment he woke up.

Apparently, there was a ship stealing his commander's energy.

After realizing that Atago and the others had never let him go yesterday, Yaxu suddenly sat up from the sofa in the living room and then hurriedly looked around, taking in the current situation.

But just when Yaxu woke up inexplicably in the living room and was curious about why he was here, a cold urging voice suddenly sounded from behind, accompanied by the "patter" sound of the chicken feather blanket.

"Don't be in a daze. Now that you're awake, go change your clothes quickly, stupid master."

Sheffield looked at the ragged-looking Yaxu on the sofa with a disgusted maid's expression. He was too lazy to think about what his master had done with Befa and the others last night, and then he hurriedly cleaned the surroundings.

Seeing this, Scylla, who had been squatting in front of the sofa waiting for Yaxu to wake up, immediately put on a sweet and gentle smile, narrowed his rosy red eyes, and reached out to touch Yaxu's head with pretended pity.

"Oh, Commander, you must have been hurt just now. Do you want the gentle and kind sister Scylla to blow you?"