The time-based admiral of KanColle

"But you have done your job as commander very well, right? So there is no need for you to feel guilty."

Richelieu, wearing a red and white church uniform and letting his long orange-gold hair fall down behind his waist, sat down on a rattan chair in the middle of a flowerbed. Under the shade of the green trees, he slowly placed his hands between his knees and smiled gently at Yaxu: "Just like me, although I am a cardinal of the church, Dunkirk and the others are still responsible for the food and household chores."

"After all, the church still needs the help of Béarn and others for everything, and I can't do it perfectly by myself."

"So, Commander, you don't have to feel ashamed about this, right? (Laughs)."

As expected of the flagship sister of Freedom Iris, her words were both soothing and appropriate.

Looking at the holy Richelieu in front of him, Yaxu suddenly relaxed and couldn't help but smile gently, then sat down next to Richelieu intimately.

The bright sunshine shines through the gaps in the shade of the trees, casting mottled shadows, and leaf-shaped spots of light shine around the rattan chair.

In response, Yaxu's eyes unconsciously began to look towards Richelieu's tender thighs.

The elegant orange-red stockings matched the perfect curve of Richelieu's legs, and under the fluffy pleated skirt, she looked even more holy.

So after looking for a while, Yaxu directly put his hand over and started stroking it up and down openly.

Touch~~~

"commander?"

Feeling the warmth from Yaxu, Richelieu was stunned for a moment, but naturally he didn't say much. Instead, he smiled gently and quietly let his commander do what he wanted.

"Ahem, Miss Cardinal, I remember that the priest seems to have the job of removing filth."

Facing her husband's ulterior motives, Richelieu, with a slightly flushed face, smiled back at Yaxu after a brief moment of shyness, "Well, you, the priest, need to sprinkle the holy water yourself."

"Really? Well, there's nothing we can do about it."

"Well, there's nothing we can do~?"

Along with the tacit conversation between the couple, a vague sound gradually began to be heard, and the branches and leaves on the rattan chair began to sway rhythmically.

"How bold!"

Foch, peeking at the scene in the back garden below through the open-air floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor of the church, blushed and took two steps back in panic, obviously looking a little surprised.

"You see, if you stay alone for a while, you will soon become like this. Foch, you'd better adapt to it as soon as possible."

Admiring Foch's slightly shy reaction, Algeria couldn't help but blink her beautiful eyes charmingly.

Compared to Foch, who had not yet fully integrated into the atmosphere, Dunkirk and Surcouf, who had already adapted, were chatting and laughing about family matters in the back.

"Speaking of which, the submarine girls in the port area seem to be protesting about the marriage ship issue recently. Surcouf, have you participated?"

"Hey, to be honest, I was kicked out of the submarine class by the bluefin tuna and the others a long time ago~?"

Just as Surcouf playfully stuck out his pink tongue at Dunkirk, in the back garden of the church below, a heroic and noble figure walked slowly towards it.

"Isn't that Joan of Arc?"

Seeing this, Foch, who could see clearly below from the upper floor of the church, looked at Surcouf and the others in confusion and asked, "Why did she just go over there?"

"Ah la la, this is trouble."

Holding the charming elder sister's face in his hands, Algeria smiled and explained, "After all, Jeanne is different from us. She has never known the commander's private style. She is a little too innocent."

Unlike the innocent purity of the little ship girl, the purity of Joan of Arc is based on her overly noble moral values.

In other words, Joan of Arc always judged others by her own noble qualities.

As long as she herself would not do something, the people she respects would definitely not do it either. This is Joan of Arc's life philosophy.

"Should we go down and call Jeanne?"

"No need. After all, if it comes to Jeanne, the commander will be able to fool her in no time, because it's always like this."

"Fool away...?"

Chapter 1263: Joan of Arc’s Holy Mark Runs Wild!

In the back garden of the Iris Church, facing the bright warm sunshine, the mottled shadows of the trees are swaying in the breeze.

At this moment, the vine bench surrounded by the flower beds was shaking from time to time for some reason, accompanied by all kinds of strange noises.

Hearing the noise, Joan of Arc, who was preparing to water the garden not far away, instantly noticed the strange sound in the distance.

"Isn't that voice... that of Lady Richelieu?"

After recognizing the charming voice of her own bishop with her keen hearing, Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment and then quickly walked towards the landscape flower garden.

The golden hair tied up behind her pretty head exudes a heroic look. Joan of Arc, dressed in a pure white knight's uniform and a thin helmet, perfectly highlights her dignified and noble figure.

So after passing through a green vine, Joan of Arc quickly approached the vine bench under the shade of a large tree.

After noticing Joan of Arc approaching, Richelieu, blushing, quickly leaned back against the back of the vine bench and called out to Joan of Arc, who was not far away, in a panic: "Um, Joan of Arc, are you here? (blushing)."

"Monsieur Richelieu?"

After realizing that the voice was indeed that of Richelieu, Joan of Arc, who was about to greet Richelieu, froze in place the next second.

Because for some reason, Richelieu looked inexplicably disheveled at this moment.

The orange-golden waterfall hair was scattered behind her waist, her tender lips were even holding a few soft hairs, and her delicate face was full of shy blush. How could such a strange look appear on the holy and graceful Lord Richelieu! ?

Thinking of this, Joan of Arc frowned and immediately asked Richelieu with concern: "Are you okay? Lord Richelieu, if you are sick, you must go to the repair ship to confirm it."

"No, it's okay, Jeanne, you don't have to worry about me."

Richelieu said, pursing his lower lip, and turned around quickly, whispering to the back: "Okay, wait a moment (quietly)"

Joan of Arc, who only noticed that Richelieu seemed to have turned his head, tilted her head slightly in confusion, and asked softly, "Strange, Lord Richelieu, is there anyone behind you?"

"No! No, sorry, I have something important to do right now, Jeanne, can you step aside for a moment?"

Seeing that Joan of Arc seemed to want to come over to check, Richelieu, with a slightly flushed face, quickly explained to her: "Anyway, please don't worry, I just want to exercise here alone for a while."

"Private training? You are truly worthy of being Lord Richelieu!"

After hearing this explanation, Joan of Arc suddenly understood and showed admiration. She then placed her metal-guarded hand on her chest and said to Richelieu affectionately, "If possible, let me help you, Lord Richelieu~?"

"No! No thanks, Jeanne."

Facing Joan of Arc's longing smile, Richelieu, feeling extremely guilty, could only avoid Joan of Arc's gaze and whispered, "In short, just let me be alone for a while to calm down."

"Yes, Monsieur Richelieu."

Seeing that Richelieu did not want her to help, Joan of Arc quickly turned around and left after performing the chivalric salute.

Although she didn't understand what Richelieu was doing specifically, as the Knight of Iris who inherited the name of Joan of Arc, she would of course abide by elegant etiquette.

Just as Joan of Arc obediently turned and left, Algeria and the others, who had been peeking at her from the second floor of the church, slightly curled the corners of their lips.

"See, I told you that Joan of Arc is easy to fool."

After watching Joan of Arc being fooled away, Algeria blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at Foch beside her with a playful look.

After all, the incorruptible Joan of Arc always remained firm in her beliefs. As a knight defending the faith, she was proud of her flawlessness and would never speculate about others' moral character with malice.

As long as it was what Lord Richelieu said, they would never doubt it. This was the Joan of Arc in their camp.

"Why don't you remind her then?"

Noticing that Dunkirk and the others had no intention of explaining to Joan of Arc, Foch, with his azure-colored fur raised, couldn't help but frown in confusion.

In response, Algeria smiled and explained: "Because it is not easy for us to tell Joan of Arc about this kind of thing."

"I understand, I understand. After all, Joan of Arc is different from you, Foch. She simply doesn't believe that the commander would do anything that is not in line with etiquette."

After kicking the flower pot below with her slender feet, Surcouf then added to Foch playfully: "So, it's too troublesome to explain all this to Joan of Arc, so it's better to just forget it."

Poor Jeanne, she was played around by everyone in the port area (sad).

After realizing that the entire church was hiding this from Joan of Arc, Foch sighed in embarrassment, then put his hands behind his back and asked Dunkirk curiously, "But... doesn't the commander know how to stop time? This situation should be completely avoidable."

"Hehe, I think the Commander must be doing this for excitement~?"

"Well, the commander is a man after all."

Looking at Dunkirk and the others chatting and laughing with each other, the tolerant and cheerful Foch quickly accepted this fact. He put one hand on his waist and said with a smile: "Although the method is a bit strange, I now understand the commander better."

"So, this is why you came here to spy."

"Ah, Jean Bart!?"

Following the sound and looking to the right, Foch and the others were stunned for a moment before they soon discovered that the tall Jean Bart was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window with his arms folded across his chest, his beautiful deep red eyes full of helplessness.

"Tsk, that idiot, he didn't even know that everyone was peeping at him."

Jean Bart, with her hot body outlined in red and black pirate costume, sighed softly, then turned to look at the back garden below, and began to watch her husband's private behavior with Algeria and the others.

"Hehe, Foch, let me tell you, Jean Bart often..."

"Hey! I'm still here!"

Seeing that Surcouf was trying to secretly tell Foch about her gossip, Jean Bart's eyes darkened and he immediately interrupted Surcouf with a scolding.

Although as a female pirate she was not one to hide anything, it was indeed not convenient to talk about this kind of thing openly.

Thinking of this, Jean Bart was just about to take out his communication watch to alert Yaxu and Richelieu below, but Joan of Arc, who was about to walk out of the back garden, suddenly noticed something strange.

On the right side, around the flowers surrounded by butterflies, a fat white dove suddenly flapped its wings and flew down from above.

Are they wild pigeons that flew in from outside?

Seeing this, before Joan of Arc had time to think about it, the wild white dove suddenly flew towards the vine bench.

Seeing this scene, Joan of Arc lowered her blue eyes and immediately drew the rapier from her waist, then turned around and chased after him heroically.

"I can't let you disturb Richelieu!"

Under the influence of a sense of responsibility, Joan of Arc, with her tense body, quickly caught up with the extra white dove.

However, out of compassion for small animals, Joan of Arc did not intend to pierce the white dove directly with her rapier, but simply wanted to drive it away.

So during this gap in the chase, Joan of Arc bypassed the lush vines and caught up to the front of the vine bench.

Then, Joan of Arc's clear blue eyes instantly reflected an indescribable scene, which made this noble knight freeze in place, and even the tightly grasped Western sword in her hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

Ping-dang!

With the crisp sound of the rapier falling to the ground, the busy Richelieu and Yaxu finally noticed the presence of Joan of Arc.

It seems that no matter what the secret is, there is a possibility that it will be exposed in the end.

Until this moment, Yaxu suddenly had a deeper understanding of this perception.

However, compared to Yaxu, who had only a slight understanding, a certain pure and innocent saint lady had completely stopped thinking.

thump! ! !

Faced with information that she could not process at all, Joan of Arc's computer crashed on the spot, her eyes started to circle, and she suddenly fell to the ground.

"Joan of Arc!!!"

Seeing Joan of Arc fainting on the spot, Richelieu and Yaxu came to their senses and rushed over.

After watching the entire accident from above, Algeria and the others looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Ah, this is trouble."

Seeing that the situation had developed to this point, Algeria and the others could no longer continue to spy on their commander, so they had to hurried downstairs to the back garden, and approached Yaxu who was checking on Joan of Arc with concern.

"Is Jeanne okay, Commander?"

"It's fine. It seems that he just fainted... Eh? You guys!?"

Seeing Surcouf suddenly surrounding them, Yaxu, who was holding Joan of Arc in a princess hug, immediately understood something and turned to look at Algeria and the others in surprise.

Seeing this, Fu Xu, who guessed what Ya Xu was thinking, couldn't help scratching his cheek, then patted Ya Xu's shoulder affectionately and comforted him: "It's okay, we are just passing by! Commander!"

Oh my God! He is too embarrassed to go see the ship!

After realizing that he seemed to have been caught doing private things by the older sisters around him, Yaxu's eyes began to unfocus.

"Hey! Don't faint too, idiot."

After gently patting Yaxu's face with his delicate hands, Jean Bart, who looked a little helpless, quickly comforted Yaxu: "You have been the commander for so long, do you still care about this kind of face problem now?"

"Yes..."

After thinking carefully about how his commander's face seemed to have been lost long ago, Yaxu suddenly felt relieved and immediately sobered up. He turned to look at Xukufu and the others with mixed feelings and asked tentatively: "Um, did you see anything just now?"

"Don't worry, Commander. We didn't see anything (speaking in unison)~?"

Wow~ Is this the so-called commander's prestige? Although it seems that the commander used it in the wrong place.