The time-based admiral of KanColle

Immersed in the little sense of honor of being a lolita knight, Mayeblaze couldn't help but salute Yaxu in a cute way.

Seeing the little blue-haired girl approaching him, Yaxu naturally reached out and rubbed Maye Blaze's delicate face affectionately, and asked with concern: "Maye, how are you adapting to the port area?"

"Mayet has been working hard for Lord Richelieu. She goes to bed early and gets up early every day and is not picky about food. Hehe, isn't that great?"

Just as Mayeblaze was shaking her horse ear hair accessories and trying to ask Yaxu for compliments, the holy and heroic Joan of Arc hurried forward, frowned and gently tapped Mayeblaze's little head from behind.

"Maye, didn't you and Walkerland secretly dump the green peppers yesterday?"

"Green, green pepper... that's a bad vegetable, so you can remove it!"

Just as Mayebreze squatted down with his head covered guiltily, Yaxu couldn't help but look at the smiling Richelieu beside him with some curiosity.

"So, why did you ask me to change into priest clothes?"

"Of course it's for the convenience of us to worship you, Commander."

With a soft and soothing tone, Richelieu, dressed in a red and white papal robe, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a gentle smile. Then, with a holy and elegant posture, he slowly knelt on one knee in front of Yaxu, took up Yaxu's left hand, and kissed the back of his hand affectionately.

After feeling Richelieu's tender and soft lips through the back of his hand, Yaxu couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

In response, Joan of Arc, with her blue eyes wide open, asked Richelieu in a panic, "Wait! Lord Richelieu, kissing the hand should be the etiquette that we, the Knights of the Iris, should follow."

"Sorry, I've wanted to try this for a long time~?"

There was a hint of playfulness in the azalea-colored eyes, and Richelieu, in a good mood, winked at Joan of Arc with his right eye.

Taking advantage of this gap, Louis IX, with his silver-gray hair swaying in the wind, quickly walked up to Yaxu, his plump figure set off by his solemn arbitration knight's uniform, slowly knelt on one knee, and also gently kissed the back of Yaxu's hand.

Seeing this, the Xukufs and other girls around couldn't help but gather around her playfully and began to kiss Yaxu's hand in turns.

"Hey, let's go over and give it a try, Tartu!"

Just as Walkerlan and the others who were watching the scene were all gathering around Yaxu, Jean Bart, who was sitting on a church bench not far away and was wearing a female pirate costume, turned her head and snorted coldly.

"Hmph! Boring."

Jean Bart, who disliked complicated etiquette and flicked his flaxen ponytail, then put his long, hot legs on the back of the bench in front of him, then put his hand on his chin and muttered to himself: "After all, why should the commander be the priest of Iris instead of going with me to the outside world as a pirate?"

"But it's quite interesting, isn't it, Jean Bart?"

Listening to Jean Bart's little complaints beside her, the charming Algeria then slowly stood up, held up her huge and plump breasts with one arm, and with her mature and queen-like figure, she approached playfully.

"Huh? You're going too?"

"Of course. After all, I used to be a knight of the Holy See."

Dragging the long papal hammer, Algeria looked back and blinked her beautiful eyes, then quickly blended in.

Hearing Algeria's words, the fun-loving La Galissonnière quickly stood up, swaying her rose-pink twin ponytails, and said jokingly, "That's great. This way, I can also bite the back of the commander's hand to bully him."

Having said this, La Galissonnière slipped away with light steps.

Seeing that the older sisters from his own Vichy Church were also beginning to join in, Jean Bart felt increasingly unhappy and had no choice but to close his red eyes, intending to ignore the matter.

Kissing the back of the hand is nothing. You have to know that she has kissed the commander countless times. She is not interested in something so simple!

While Jean Bart, who disdained the Iris faith, closed his eyes and pondered, Foch, who was sitting properly on the other side of the church bench, shook his glass-colored hair and said with a smile: "Sure enough, the commander is really popular."

Looking at Lemar and the others who were sincerely admiring the commander, the graceful Foch could not help but smile like a gentle older sister.

Seeing this, the gentle and ladylike Dunkirk pushed Foch's shoulders from behind at the right time and kindly reminded him: "Let's go too, Foch."

"Well, I feel like this is kind of embarrassing."

Faced with Dunkirk's proposal, Foch scratched his cheek, took a deep breath, and then stood up and joined in.

Of course, compared to the somewhat shy Foch and others, the shyest person present was actually a commander who was forced to work.

Being surrounded by a group of beautiful young ship girls kneeling down and kissing their hands, isn't this feeling a bit too embarrassing! ?

Looking at Joan of Arc and the others who were full of expectation, Yaxu, with blushing cheeks, couldn't help but turn his eyes away.

Although he usually liked to take the opportunity to kiss the slender hands of Richelieu and the others, only after becoming the passive party could he realize the degree of shame involved.

"Ah la la, brother Yaxu, are you shy? Haha, so cute."

Seeing that Yaxu was a little embarrassed, Algeria, who happened to be its turn, took the opportunity of the kiss to playfully lick the back of Yaxu's hand, teasing Yaxu with the unique teasing method of an older sister.

"Ahem, isn't this a bit too exaggerated?"

Faced with this situation of being collectively revered by the older sisters on the ship, Yaxu, who was more inclined to the egalitarian camp, finally looked at Richelieu and the others with some embarrassment.

"It's alright, Commander."

Appreciating Yaxu's rare expression at this moment, the graceful and elegant Richelieu placed his hand with the golden sleeves on his chest, and then said to Yaxu in a loving tone: "After all, for us, Commander, you are the real God who can be touched (laughs)."

Because the belief of Free Iris is just a belief they use to strengthen themselves and soothe their hearts, and to them, their dear commander is the real god.

"In short, Commander, you are the priest of our Iris today. As a cardinal, I will assist you well."

With long orange-gold hair falling down to his waist, Richelieu, with a holy temperament, stood next to Yaxu intimately and added with a smile: "As the priest in charge, what do you want to do, Commander?"

"Saying Mass, holding weddings, hearing confessions, giving alms, teaching, and anointing the seriously ill are all priests' jobs."

"If you want, Commander, we can go to the outside world together and let you experience it yourself~?"

Following Richelieu's emotional proposals, Joan of Arc and the others seemed to suddenly remember something, and their gazes towards Yaxu gradually softened.

Come to think of it, if Yaxu wasn't a commander of the Iron Blood faction, but an ordinary little boy, perhaps they would be patiently raising him and letting him study now.

After spending more than ten years like this, they will be able to watch Yaxu grow up and naturally inherit the church in the Huaao region to him, allowing him to become a real priest or bishop, and they, the Iris Ship Girls, will then slowly assist him.

But...actually, no matter what, they are satisfied as long as they can stay by the commander's side, although this seems to lack the fun of raising their own commander personally (fog).

While Louis IX and the others were telling Yaxu about the priest's work, the terrifying girl who was sitting in a reserved posture in the distance couldn't help but raise her delicate face slightly, and smiled as she closed her loli calves tied with platinum armor boots.

"I understand that the Commander is our god, but what Lord Richelieu said is really embarrassing."

Having said that, the terrifying girl holding the cross scepter in one hand turned sideways and looked to the side, only to see a little loli in white stockings lazily lying on a church bench, with no intention of going over to look for the commander.

Seeing this, the curious Horrible couldn't help but ask Evil softly: "Second sister, in your heart, is the commander a god?"

"Well?"

Faced with such an especially shameful question like "Terrible", the evil one with pure white cascade hair immediately raised his little head in a silly and cute way.

But soon, Evil Dead, whose strength was exhausted, fell down limply again.

Commander, why God?

Before explaining and discussing this issue in detail with Horror, she decided to take a nap first.

She lay on her side and touched her tight buttocks wrapped in white stockings, and soon she yawned cutely.

Until the next second, a big hand suddenly reached out and picked up the petite and soft Evil.

"Ms. Vicious! You are now guilty of laziness!"

Yaxu, who had just received Kaixuan's complaint, was rebuking the lazy loli for her crimes in a priest's tone. Suddenly, he appeared behind the bench where Evil was lying, picked up Evil, and planned to teach her a lesson.

"So, Commander, are you going to 'cleanse' my sins in bed?"

"Ahem! Don't use such weird words, it's vicious!"

Seeing that Evil completely ignored the presence of Horrible and asked him this question playfully, Yaxu suddenly felt guilty and quickly reached out to cover Evil's cherry lips, then secretly glanced at Horrible on the other side.

"Don't worry, Commander, I didn't hear anything just now (laughs)."

"..."

Hearing Ke'er's somewhat sinister remarks, Yaxu could only look away awkwardly.

Taking advantage of this gap, Ke Horror, with a slight smile on his face, suddenly turned sideways and suggested to Ya Xu: "By the way, since Commander, you are our priest now, could you please try to listen to my confession and repentance?"

"Ha, confession!?"

Following the terrifying guidance and looking towards the small confessional room on the right side of the prayer hall, Yaxu's eyes suddenly became subtle.

And at the same time——

In the bustling city center of Ohm, the majestic Bismarck was walking slowly on the street, led by a Maritime Administration employee. While thinking about reversing the tower, he looked at the Purifiers jumping behind him.

"Hehe~ There are so many maggots on the ground around here, it looks like an ant nest."

Looking at the bustling crowds on the street, the Purifier happily put his hands behind his back.

Ant nest?

Listening to the Purifier's muttering, Prince Eugen, who was also on the business trip, could not help but lower his eyes slowly.

Because their commander can grab the Purifier and rub it, so he is the dear human gentleman, and because she can kill other humans like ants, so he is the maggot on the ground...

This is a very realistic distinction.

But it is true that although the Purifier always appears to be a heartless optimist in their port, she is ultimately a cold-blooded Siren ship girl.

Due to their differences in nature, these Siren ship girls not only have no moral concepts, but also extremely lack so-called empathy. Therefore, they are fundamentally indifferent to other lower-level life forms.

After realizing this obvious fact, Bismarck, with her beautiful eyes slightly frowned, warned the Purifier who was looking around behind her: "Don't mess around in the outside world."

Even though they, the iron-blooded ship girls, would not show mercy to the weak, but due to their higher moral qualities, they would not allow this purifier to wreak havoc in human cities outside.

"Hehe, don't worry, I am not a bad woman."

After hearing the threat in Bismarck's tone, the Purifier raised her pretty head and immediately crossed her arms around her tight waist, responding confidently: "I am a friendly Purifier!"

"Of course, if you want, I can also help you blow up this place~?"

Looking at the busy crowds in the distance, the Purifier's optimistic smile suddenly revealed a hint of meaningful expectation.

It looks a bit creepy.

With the keen awareness of the Purifiers' indifference to the lives around them, Bismarck and the others didn't know what to say for a moment.

If you think about it carefully, without the commander, the two of them alone cannot suppress the Purifier here...

Chapter 1260 The pure and innocent commander!

The majestic and sacred Iris Church has an extremely private and exquisite confessional room located on the far right side of the large prayer hall.

In this confessional room with dim partitions, Yaxu was sitting on one side of the listening room, looking at the hollow curtain in front of him with mixed feelings.

After all, this confessional was usually used by him and Richelieu to add some fun, and he usually sat in the confession room opposite to play the commander-only confession game with Joan of Arc and the others.

In the end, this time, he was the one to confess...

Looking down at the solemn and wide priest robe on himself, Yaxu sighed softly and finally raised his head solemnly. He asked Ke'erbiao across the thin curtain: "So, do you have anything to confess, Ke'erbiao?"

"Haha, Mr. Priest, you can't tell the name of the believer in the confessional."

"Ahem, sorry, then please pour out your regrets, helpless believer."

After changing his words to imitate the priest's tone, Yaxu suddenly became curious about what he wanted to confess.

After all, Ke Hor is a humble, elegant, sensible little Lolita who never makes mistakes. But the White Silk Lolita outside should be caught and taught a good lesson!

Just as Yaxu was about to bring Evil-Her in, Ke Horror, who was sitting in the opposite room, finally raised her delicate face and began to talk in a soft and tender voice: "Respected Father, I have something to talk to you about."

The woman, who was wearing a holy crown hat and a round skirt, slowly closed her calves wrapped in platinum armor boots and added slowly, "I have a sensible sister and a useless sister, but now they have become playthings of a certain priest, and I can only stand by and watch."

"I wonder if you have any good suggestions, Mr. Priest~?"

"Ah this..."

Hearing this smiling tone, Yaxu realized that Kebo was teasing him, so he could only cough twice, and then explained to Kebo in a serious manner: "Maybe your sisters are all willing, you don't have to worry.

Facing Yaxu's calm tone, Kahor couldn't help but raise his eyelashes in surprise.

After all, she thought the commander was ashamed of the fact that there was a little ship girl's marriage ship. Sure enough, she still "underestimated" her own commander too much.

Thinking of this, Yufeng suddenly changed his mind and asked curiously, "So, life, love, and freedom, which one is the most important to you?"

"Well……"

"Haha, don't rush to answer. I just want to see how troubled the priest is."

The lavender right eye flashed with a playful gaze, and with one hand on his chin, he looked towards the curtain in front of him with a little anticipation.

In response, Yaxu, who was silent for a moment, responded meaningfully: "It should be love."

"Ugh?"

Seeing that Yaxu actually answered this kind of philosophical question used to bully people, the terrifying man who had originally raised the corners of his lips suddenly froze in place in a daze.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yaxu explained in a slow tone: "Because whether it is life or freedom, I have actually given up for love."

"In reality..."