The time-based admiral of KanColle

Looking at the Algerians who were in such good harmony with each other, although he felt a little weird, Foch finally chuckled and blended in with them.

Although I was a little surprised by the commander's private words, the commander is indeed the commander.

After accompanying Surcouf and the others to amuse their commander for a while, Foch then accompanied Yaxu to send Joan of Arc back to the soft bed in her room.

However, for some reason, Joan of Arc, with her eyes closed, never woke up.

It's strange, no matter how shocked he was, he wouldn't really fall into a coma, right?

Looking at Joan of Arc lying unconscious on the bed, Foch and the others naturally began to worry.

At this moment, through the thin lining of Joan of Arc's knight's uniform, a large number of stigmata began to emit a fiery platinum fluorescence, and then began to spread all over Joan of Arc's exquisite figure.

In response to this, the worried Richelieu quickly reached out and touched Joan of Arc's forehead, and instantly felt a stinging and burning sensation from his hand.

"So hot..."

After realizing that Joan of Arc seemed to be in trouble, Richelieu, with his pink eyes constricted, immediately urged Algeria and the others in a calm tone: "Surcouf, go and invite Miss Vesta!"

"Calm down for a moment, Richelieu."

Looking at the fluorescent stigmata that were arbitrarily changing shape on Joan of Arc's body and gradually covering her entire body, Yaxu no longer had the relaxed mood to joking around, but immediately reached out and tightly grasped Joan of Arc's soft wrist.

In an instant, a large amount of white smoke accompanied by burns came out from Yaxu's hands, and under the effect of time reversal, the stigmata on Joan of Arc's body finally stopped spreading and began to rapidly retreat.

Seeing this, Yaxu breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as he let go, those exquisite holy marks began to rapidly occupy Joan of Arc's body again.

"Strange... I'll go get Akashi and the others right now. No! I'll go get the Observers and the others!"

"Wait, calm down, Commander!"

After noticing Yaxu's sudden change in nervousness, Algeria suddenly remembered something and patted Yaxu on the back, and reminded him at the right time: "The stigmata on Joan of Arc will change with her mood and environment, so this should not be a disease."

Hearing this, Yaxu quickly realized something.

Just like Bellarose and the others have love in their eyes, and Shinano and the others retract and extend their fox tails, the inner thoughts of the ship girls can often have a substantial impact, and Joan of Arc's stigmata are essentially a reflection of her inner thoughts.

After realizing the reason why the holy marks on Joan of Arc were running wild, Yaxu, with his pupils constricted, froze in place in an instant.

Fortunately, just when Yaxu couldn't help but want to take some extreme measures, Joan of Arc finally came to her senses again and looked at Richelieu and Yaxu with a blushing face.

"Are you okay, Jeanne!?"

"It's alright, Commander."

After softly telling Yaxu that she was fine, Joan of Arc then asked Algeria and the others who were worried by the bed: "Um, can you guys go out for a while?"

"Ok."

Seeing that Joan of Arc wanted to say something to Yaxu in private, Dunkirk and the others smiled and naturally did not say much. They just stood up and walked out of the room.

However, just as Richelieu was about to follow him out, Joan of Arc hurriedly called out to Richelieu.

"Wait a moment, Monsieur Richelieu, I have something to say to you."

"well!?"

Faced with Joan of Arc's sudden request to stay, Richelieu could not help but stay where he was. At the same time, Jean Bart snorted coldly and pushed Richelieu back decisively, and closed the outer door.

Chapter 1264: The Fallen Saint ~ Final Chapter

Inside the sacred Iris Church, in an elegant bedroom without any sense of clutter, the dignified and noble Joan of Arc was leaning against the backrest of the platinum soft bed with her lower lip tightly pursed, quietly gazing at Richelieu beside the bed.

Naturally, the originally dignified Richelieu felt a little shy about Joan of Arc's attention, but he quickly raised his delicate face, sat down slowly on the bed, and apologized softly to Joan of Arc on the bed: "I'm sorry, Joan of Arc, we didn't consider the way of contact well."

"So... I'm sorry."

Seeing Richelieu apologizing to her in a grand manner, Joan of Arc, with her blue eyes tightly furrowed, quickly leaned forward and responded in a slightly anxious tone: "No! I should be the one to say sorry, Lord Richelieu!"

"Huh? Jeanne, why are you sorry?"

Looking at Richelieu and Joan of Arc apologizing to each other, Yaxu, who was also feeling guilty, sat down beside the bed and apologized to Joan of Arc together with Richelieu: "We should be the ones to say sorry, Joan of Arc."

After all, he could have easily used time stop to avoid the incident, but he relied on Joan of Arc's overly pure faith and did the shameless act of bullying the cardinal in front of her.

It seems that he must reflect on himself this time. After all, Jeanne just...

With an indescribable sense of guilt, Yaxu sighed and looked up at Joan of Arc, and solemnly added in a low voice: "I will write a letter of apology to you after this matter, Joan of Arc."

"You should be disappointed that the commander you trusted did this, right?"

"No, that's not right! Commander, how could I hate you for something like this..."

Faced with Yaxu's repeated apologies, Joan of Arc, who was stunned for a moment, suddenly flashed her blue eyes in panic.

Then, Joan of Arc, blushing, did not care about the so-called etiquette, and hurriedly held Yaxu's hand with her armored slender hand, and hurriedly explained: "It is better to say that I violated the doctrine."

"After all, when I saw Lord Richelieu and you, the commander, doing that kind of thing, I, I...well (blushing)!"

The heroic face flushed profusely, and Joan of Arc, who was dressed in a pure white knight uniform, quickly raised her hands to cover her chest. Through the transparent white fabric lining the knight's uniform, a large number of stigmata began to rapidly gather in the ravines of her chest, once again emitting a burning light.

At the same time, Joan of Arc, who felt her whole body burning, bit her lips gently, and finally knelt down on the soft bed. Then she knelt down towards Yaxu and Richelieu and said, "I'm sorry, Commander, Lord Richelieu, I am no longer qualified to be a Knight Protector of the Church!"

"Jeanne? Why are you suddenly saying something like that!?"

Facing the puzzled looks of Yaxu and Richelieu, Joan of Arc, who was kneeling on the bed, lowered her head and began to confide in them in a low voice: "When I first disturbed you, I was indeed flustered and confused, but what followed was not disgust at your behavior, but..."

Recalling the secret scenes she had just encountered in the Iris back garden, Joan of Arc, whose body was getting hotter and hotter, could not help but clamp her white silk legs together, and then added with a wandering gaze: "It's a more special feeling."

"Rather than being nervous or scared, I was actually a little fascinated by it. I even wanted to get closer, so I'm really sorry!"

After revealing all her shameful thoughts, Joan of Arc, who was sitting on her knees, blushed and lowered her head again.

Under the conflict between her strong sense of shame and her faith, a large amount of white light of the holy mark continued to flow out from Joan of Arc's body.

By the way, there were some things Joan of Arc was too embarrassed to say, such as... compared to the so-called Lord Richelieu, she couldn't help but imagine herself being pressed on the vine bench by the commander.

Therefore, she is totally unqualified to be the knight defending the church, and she just wants to find a rope to hang herself (blushing)!

"Joan of Arc."

After seeing that the self-loathing Joan of Arc was not angry with her and the commander, Richelieu breathed a sigh of relief and slowly raised his soft hand wrapped in golden sleeves and gently held up the tender cheek of Joan of Arc on the bed.

Then, with a slight smile on his lips, Richelieu moved closer to Joan of Arc's flushed face and looked into her eyes with his watery pink eyes.

"Mr. Richelieu, please don't look at me..."

As their eyes met, Joan of Arc soon couldn't resist the shyness and turned her head away in panic.

In response, Richelieu, who was wearing the red and white papal robe, affectionately placed his forehead against Joan of Arc's forehead. For a moment, the warm and fragrant breath of both parties could clearly hit each other's faces.

"Richelieu... Monsieur?"

"It's not shameful to confess your love to the Commander, Jeanne~?"

Wow~ The cardinal and the holy knight in the church, this scene is really...

Faced with the particularly ambiguous scene in front of him, Yaxu, who was completely stunned, couldn't help but imitate Prince Eugen and started eating his hand which was used for daydreaming.

Fortunately, before Yaxu could be in a daze for too long, Richelieu, who had comforted Joan of Arc, quickly reached out and gently pulled Yaxu in front of Joan of Arc.

"Now that it has come to this, I think, Commander, there is no need for you to worry about anything anymore."

The Lord said... Can I be bitter?

After hearing Richelieu's meaningful hint, Yaxu looked at the cute Joan of Arc and asked softly, "Joan of Arc, what do you think?"

"Hmm! Um, Commander, I have a lot on my shoulders, and I rarely have time to calm down. So, just a little bit will do... Can you lend me your shoulder for a bit?"

Feeling the overwhelming emotions welling up from her heart, Joan of Arc, with blushing cheeks, couldn't help but finally gave Yaxu an adorable and seductive expression.

Hearing this, Yaxu naturally had no worries, but sat next to Joan of Arc and lent his shoulder to Joan of Arc.

"Thank you."

Leaning closely against Yaxu's shoulder, Joan of Arc couldn't help but reveal a relieved smile.

Seeing this, Richelieu smiled without saying a word and got on the bed at the right time, sitting intimately on the other side of Yaxu.

In this brief gap, Joan of Arc, who had been silent for a long time, finally used a barely audible tone to carefully remind Yaxu beside her: "Well, if you don't mind, Commander, you can, you can."

Faced with Joan of Arc's statement which could be regarded as an explicit statement, Yaxu no longer hesitated, but reached out and helped Joan of Arc gradually take off the cumbersome and thin knight's armor.

Then, Yaxu took the opportunity to let Richelieu lie on Joan of Arc.

In an instant, as Richelieu's graceful orange-gold cascade hair and Joan of Arc's clear golden hair intertwined together, the seductive orange-red stockings and pure white stockings also made a wonderful rubbing sound.

The pure white flawless Holy Knight and the dignified red and white Cardinal, when they were so close to each other, suddenly made Yaxu feel an inexplicable sense of guilt.

At this moment, the white and gold stigmata flowing on Joan of Arc's body suddenly gathered into a heart-shaped pattern, and the originally radiant sacred white light suddenly turned into an ambiguous pink light.

At the same time, in the church corridor outside the room, Surcouf and Algeria were pressing against the heavy door outside the room, trying to hear some special noises from inside.

"I say, isn't eavesdropping here a bit too much?"

Looking at Algeria and Surcouf who were inexplicably focused in front of her, the gentle and elegant Dunkirk naturally could not do such a thing as eavesdropping openly.

"Hey, aren't you curious about what the commander is doing in there now?"

Seeing that Dunkirk and the others were too embarrassed to come over, Surcouf stuck out her pink tongue and leaned against the door, then blinked her beautiful eyes playfully.

"Indeed, it would be a pity if I didn't eavesdrop."

Agreeing with Surcouf's remarks, the cheerful Foch, with his azure-colored fur standing up, took the initiative to follow Algeria and Surcouf, and eavesdropped by the door.

"Everyone is so annoying."

Seeing Foch and the others who had completely disregarded their older sister's reserve, Dunkirk, with a slightly flushed cheek, couldn't help but roll up the ends of her silver-gray hair with her jade fingers, and then looked at Jean Bart who was frowning not far away.

"Aren't you curious, Jean Bart?"

"Humph~ Richelieu is just teaching Jeanne how to rub a torpedo. Is there any need to guess about such a thing?"

After snorting in the style of a wild cat, Jean Bart, who seemed to be worried, continued to lean against the wall of the corridor, lowering his head and thinking.

Seeing this, just when Dunkirk wanted to test Jean Bart's thoughts, Vauquelin and the others who were jumping around in the church naturally soon noticed the movements of Dunkirk and the others.

"Hey? Sister Dunkirk, what are you guys doing here?"

"Wait a minute, Walkerlan."

After watching the lively Walklan dash past, the weak and confused Tartu had no choice but to chase after him.

However, compared to the innocent Tartu and Walkeran, the Horrible who was about to go to a small expulsion party with Walkeran and the others quickly noticed something.

So, we gathered together and eavesdropped by the door. Are these the elegant sisters in the Iris Church...?

Covering her short golden hair with a holy crown hat, the modest and elegant Horrible soon noticed another fact after a brief complaint.

"Sister Foch, can you explain to me why you are here too?"

Looking at Foch who had completely blended in without him knowing, Kua Horror, feeling extremely eerie, couldn't help but sigh softly, then walked over slowly in his platinum armor boots.

"Okay, everyone, don't do this in front of the little ones."

Seeing that Vauquelin and the others noticed the situation on their side, Dunkirk hurriedly reminded Surcouf and the others.

Hearing this, Shukuf and the others naturally stopped eavesdropping.

After all, in front of the small ship girls in the port area, these older sisters will of course pay attention to their own image.

"So what are you doing gathered outside Sister Jeanne's room?"

Curious about what Foch and the others were doing, Walkerin shook his extra-long aho-hair and moved closer to the door, trying to hear some noise from inside.

Taking advantage of this gap, the terrifying man who covered his left eye with a white cross eye mask blinked his lavender right eye and asked Jean Bart beside him knowingly, "The commander is in there, right?"

"Yes."

After revealing it to the horror without any scruples, Jean Bart, who was worried, finally raised his red eyes, put one hand on his waist with a fierce look, and looked like he had made some kind of psychological preparation.

Compared to the bustling corridor outside, after an unknown amount of time, Yaxu was now lying in the comfortable bed, leaning against the quilt and reading the latest Entertainment Weekly magazine.

"I see. Is this what the Commander wants?"

The stern tone revealed an indescribable softness. Joan of Arc, who had let down her golden hair, couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of her mouth, and then she was filled with a moving smile.

"Well, I'm very happy. Anyway, I will definitely treat the commander as the most important person!"

"So, although I don't know how to do it... Commander, do you want to try to act like a spoiled child to me?"

Just as Joan of Arc was about to start learning the various duties of the so-called wedding ship, with a loud bang, the heavy outer door of the room in the distance was suddenly kicked open by a perfect long leg.

Then, Jean Bart, full of vigor, walked in from outside with Gascogne who was called over.

Then, facing the dull gaze of Surcouf and the others outside the corridor, Jean Bart walked in and closed the door of the room again.

"Question~ It is not in accordance with the duties of a wedding ship to disturb the master without permission."