The time-based admiral of KanColle

"Okay, stop being so cute and explain to me what state I will be in after I install the shielding chip."

Tactically ignoring the observer's teasing, Yaxu, who was still somewhat concerned, quickly continued to question the observer.

"Nothing, it's just that you can't remember all the memories related to Kanmusu."

At this point, the observer, with a smile on his face, clasped his hands together and deliberately used a childish and innocent tone, jokingly saying to Yaxu with a happy face: "That's great, in this way, you can become that harmless human gentleman again (reading)."

"And when the time comes, I will definitely not miss this good opportunity, haha."

"It's okay. Anyway, I will ask the Black Enterprise in advance. If there is anything wrong with your Siren, just destroy the chip directly."

After arguing with the observer for a while, Yaxu, who was a little worried, couldn't help but sigh and turned to the observer and asked softly, "So, how long will it take?"

"Hehe, who knows? Do you want me to call Lavos-chan for you~?"

"please……"

Looking at Yaxu's indescribably dull expression at the moment, the slightly stunned observer somehow no longer had the mood to continue teasing Yaxu, but turned his head to look out the window, then hummed: "Probably...it will take about a week or two."

"Phew~ This is a blessing in disguise."

Seeing Yaxu suddenly relieved, the observer, who felt a little unhappy, then made a timely mockery: "Yeah, you should be thankful that you haven't known the good man Richard for a long time, idiot."

"After all, why do you want to provoke that guy? Even if you win, there's no benefit at all."

"Pfft~~~"

"Tsk, why are you laughing for no reason? This makes me feel uncomfortable..."

As he spoke, the observer sat up and took advantage of the height difference between the windowsill and the corridor floor to gently kick the chest of Yaxu, who suddenly laughed, with his delicate and soft feet.

"Nothing, I just suddenly felt a little emotional. I didn't expect to be able to lie here with you and enjoy the night breeze. You clearly wanted to twist my head off at first."

Listening to Yaxu's meaningful joke, the observer, who heard the teasing in it, stood up, jumped directly from the windowsill to Yaxu's back, then hugged Yaxu's neck and hinted: "Human, you should be glad that you have shown enough value."

"Yes, yes, let's go to sleep first. Although there is no concept of daytime in this world, I still feel sleepy after all."

Ignoring the threat from the observer on his back, Yaxu then prepared to turn back to find Bismarck and the others to rest.

But the next second, Yaxu suddenly thought of something and turned his head to remind the observer hanging on his back: "By the way, before you attack the good man Richard, can you give me some time first?"

"Why, just because your hands keep disappearing, you want to deal with her alone?"

The observer, who was hugging Yaxu's neck and leaning on Yaxu's shoulder, looked down at Yaxu's hands after she finished speaking. Through the Siren's perception, she could clearly feel that the flow of air would sometimes suddenly pass through Yaxu's hands out of thin air.

"Eliminating the timeline of your own existence is really a sign of a dangerous ability. In other words, you obviously can't control it."

"Don't worry, I have no intention of fighting her to the death. If possible, I would rather reach a settlement with her."

As he spoke, Yaxu, who was standing with his back to the observer, couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Ah, do you think you can influence her with love and justice? You are so naive and cute right now."

"Instead of mocking me, could you turn into Dreamweaver's sky blue jellyfish tonight? I've wanted to sleep on it for a long time."

"You are becoming more and more rude like that idiot, human..."

Looking at Yaxu who was no longer ashamed to let him play with her in a mimic form, the observer with half-closed eyes could not help but ask Yaxu in front of him casually: "So, which Siren do you like best?"

"Hmm! You want to ask me this question too..."

Faced with the curiosity of the observer, Yaxu, who couldn't put off the black-bellied loli, had to explain in a serious manner: "To me, each has its own advantages and disadvantages. For example, although there are many scars on her body, the chocolate-colored flank curve is very good."

"Speaking of which, I really want to touch Tempalans's jellyfish bloomers and the Scavenger's horns, but unfortunately I don't have the chance."

"Oh my, isn't your favorite Purification Kiss in there?"

"I always feel like... you seem to be mocking me."

As the empty corridor echoed with the casual conversation between Yaxu and the observer, a dark shadow appeared silently in the corner of the corridor.

Late that night——

Although there was no sign of day or night in the castle of eternal night, it was obvious from the clock in the castle that it was already early morning.

However, during this pure sleeping time, in a comfortably decorated bedroom, a group of beautiful older sisters were kneeling in an orderly manner on the right side of the room, looking like they were waiting for something.

Not long after, Egil, who was carrying a bottle of beer and looking for an older sister to chat with, came in from outside with a confused look on his face, and then ran into Bismarck and the others who were kneeling on the ground.

"What are you doing, lining up to find the commander to practice his harmonica?"

Faced with Veneto and the others who looked so orderly, Egil was so puzzled that he froze where he was.

In response, Richelieu and the others, with flushed cheeks, shyly avoided Egil's gaze.

"I say, even if you want to apologize to the commander for what happened before, you don't have to kneel here, right?"

Looking at Hutten and the others who had different sitting postures due to their different personalities, Egil couldn't help but reveal a charming big sister smile, and then stepped forward to tease her colleagues.

However, at this moment, with the sound of the outer door being pushed open, Marco Polo, holding the scepter of the Queen of Hearts, walked in from outside with a smile, holding the hand of Yaxu, who had a puzzled look on his face.

"Very good, it seems everyone is cooperating."

Admiring the weak appearance of Bismarck and other flagships, who were all inferior to her at this moment, the enthusiastic Marco Polo raised his delicate face with teardrop moles slightly after he finished speaking, and then happily boasted to Yaxu beside him: "What do you think, Commander? At this moment, Marco Polo is better than them all!"

"Excuse me, what happened?"

"Huhu, I wanted to ask this question too, Commander."

After realizing that Bismarck and the others were kneeling here obediently because of Marco Polo, Egil was surprised and recalled how Marco Polo, who claimed to know the commander's inside story, called Hutten and the others out alone.

And the reason why she was not included...is because she is not the flagship.

Really, I feel a little unhappy for some reason.

After guessing that Marco Polo obtained the information from the Sirens, although the dark gold dragon eyes showed a bit of hostility, considering that Marco Polo might indeed know the inside story they were trying to find out, Egil finally had to turn her head away as if she didn't see it.

Of course, if Marco Polo wanted to step on her head, she, as the god of the wild sea, would instantly turn hostile and use a mechanical conjoined dragon like an ancient sea snake to completely swallow up this place.

Just when Egil thought that Marco Polo wanted to show off his strength by making the flagship kneel, Marco Polo, holding a Queen playing card, leaned towards Yaxu and said proudly: "See, I, Marco Polo, am not just good at talking."

"Iron Blood, Sardinian Empire, Free Iris, although it's a pity that they are not all the factions in the port area, it is enough to highlight my ambitions now!"

At this point, Marco Polo turned to Egil and smiled, "Egil, do you want to come too?"

“Haha, haha, do you want to be swallowed by the giant mouth of the God of the Wild Sea!?”

Egil, with her proud queen-like figure standing straight from her black silk one-piece uniform and slightly curved red dragon horns, grinned and expressed her fighting spirit without hesitation when she saw Marco Polo trying to include herself in the fight.

Seeing this, Marco Polo was slightly stunned and couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Well, I didn't expect that Egil would hate the commander so much?"

"Hate the Commander? What the hell are you talking about!"

"Can't you see? I'm going to officially become the commander's wedding ship right now, in front of Bismarck and the others (laughs)."

After saying this, Marco Polo, who was wrapped in dark grey tights, slowly put the scepter in his hand aside and smiled, revealing a noble Sardinian temperament.

"Wha, what (blushing)!?"

Hearing this, Egil, with his pupils wide open, realized the real reason why Richelieu and the others were kneeling here.

"Wait, is it so sudden?!"

"Ah, this is the best time for me, Commander."

Looking at Yaxu who also didn't react, Marco Polo smiled without saying anything, and looked at Hu Teng and the others who had a somewhat subtle expression not far away with particular satisfaction, and nodded to himself and added: "Because only when I am truly superior to the high-ranking officials of the port area, will it be the best opportunity for me, Marco Polo, to declare my feelings to the commander!"

"It stands to reason that people with great ambitions should not be bound by things like oaths, but... since the target is you, I will "accommodate" you a little."

After saying that, Marco Polo stuck out his cute forked tongue and pushed Yaxu to the bed with great interest, and as always, he used an ambitious tone: "Anyway, before we realize our ambitions together, don't disappear without permission, Commander."

Looking at Marco Polo who was about to step onto the stairs of the marriage ship of the superior in front of the "inferior" women, Hu Teng, who was in a delicate mood not far away, finally couldn't help but frowned, and then turned sideways to Veneto and reminded: "I say, she is at least a project ship of your Sardinian Empire, as the flagship, shouldn't you take care of it (frown)."

"It's okay. Marco Polo won't last until the second half of the night. Then it will be our turn~?"

"That's not what I meant..."

Looking at Veneto, who was smiling innocently like a harmless sheep, Huteng, who was hesitant to speak, could only close his eyes helplessly.

After realizing what would happen in this room, Egil, with stiff movements, hurriedly left the room, put one hand on his tight waist, and snorted in a nonchalant manner.

"It seems like I can only go drink with Emden and the others tonight. How boring."

After saying that, Egil, feeling a little annoyed, had no choice but to walk back to the restaurant area of ​​the castle in his high-heeled leather boots.

And when they saw that Egil did not bring Bismarck and the commander with him, Seydlitz and the others who were forced to come here to drink couldn't help but look over with some concern.

"Forget it, let's just drink together this time. We will all be part of the Iron Blood colleagues in the future anyway."

Letting the cascading silver hair fall on the tall lady's back, Egil put on a smile again and then he boldly reached out and put his hands on Elbin's trembling shoulders.

Seeing this, little Eugen, who was holding a cup of sweet milk not far away, glanced at Egil with some sympathy because he knew the general situation. Based on the Eugen's ancestral character, he nodded and said with emotion: "It's really sad that only Sister Egil is excluded, while Sister Marco Polo and the others can spend a passionate night on the big ship together, but you can only stay here to drink with Sister Emden and the others."

"The saying 'You can't judge a book by its cover' refers to this kind of thing, right?"

"Oh my, you really have the guts to say that~?"

Looking at little Eugen who dared to hint at him in person, Egil's brows twitched and he couldn't help but smile and reached out to pick up little Eugen who was holding the cartoon glass with one hand.

"Is this okay? If you bully me, I will have to tell Sister Strasser and the others about it."

After being deliberately shaken twice by Egil with a raised corner of his mouth, little Eugen, blinking his eyes, responded maturely: "I think Sister Parseval and the others will definitely laugh at you at the cocktail party in the future after hearing about this. Sister Egil, do you want to become a laughing stock... Gulp!"

After his soft and elastic face was crumpled into a ball by the cold-faced Egil's hands, little Eugen, sensing danger, had to turn his pitiful gaze towards Thuringia and the others.

"That's right. You can't take your frustrations on the little guy out on this one, okay~?"

"you!"

Seeing that Seydlitz and the others showed subtle expressions at Lutzow's teasing, Egil, feeling extremely humiliated, could not help but gradually lower his eyes, although it had no practical effect (fog).

Chapter 1412 Commander of Siren’s Arbitration Agency!

The next day, the Eternal Night Castle——

After an unknown amount of time had passed, a certain commander was now wearing an eye mask, sleeping in a warm bed with a long breath.

At the same time, for some reason, Marco Polo, who was lying on his back on the sofa, suddenly fluttered his beautiful blue eyelashes. Then he woke up suddenly and sat up in a daze.

"Well, these are just the childish hobbies of ordinary people..."

Marco Polo let his waist-length blue hair fall to his waist. He gradually regained consciousness. After being stunned for a while, he suddenly frowned, then bit his lip with an unhappy look on his face and looked to the other side of the room.

Under the flickering candlelight, a group of wedding sisters with different temperaments were sitting around a round table, drinking warm tea together and chatting about the latest topics in the port area.

"Hey! This doesn't go against our agreement!"

Recalling Richelieu and the others' takeover behavior with his fragmented memories, Marco Polo, who felt genuinely unhappy, immediately stood up with his slender legs, walked forward with full momentum and began to question Bismarck and the others who turned their heads to look at him.

You know, with the commander's intelligence obtained from the observer before, she instantly surpassed Bismarck and others in terms of dominance, so in order to obtain the information from her, Veneto and others could only obey her orders last night.

But in the end, this group of hateful ship women still replaced her, which was not in line with her ambition!

"Tsk, half of your body is hanging on the ground, but you still want to show off in front of us?"

Listening to the complaints and condemnations from Marco Polo, Hu Teng, who was wearing a shoulder-length uniform, couldn't help but raise his cold face slightly. Under his short blue-black hair, his golden eyes showed a hint of imperceptible mockery.

"Okay, Ms. Hutten, there's no need to make the atmosphere awkward."

Veneto, with silver-gray wavy hair covering an elegant Sardinian red shirt and wearing a gilded ceremonial belt, smiled and put his hands together. Then he reminded in a leisurely tone: "Don't be so tense all the time. Occasionally, you should empty yourself and take a break. This is the secret to longevity."

"By the way, this jasmine tea can relieve the soreness in your cheeks very well, Marco Polo."

As he spoke, Veneto, who exuded a natural and innocent atmosphere, chuckled and poured scented tea for Marco Polo who came over, preparing to invite Marco Polo to sit down and have morning tea with him.

After hearing this, Richelieu and the others on the other side looked away with a vague look, while Marco Polo sat down at the tea table with a slightly flushed cheek.

Indeed, after all, their commander almost used pliers to pull out Marco Polo's two tongues yesterday. It is estimated that after returning to the port, Marco Polo will not want to buy ice cream at the Shiranui convenience store for a while, even if it is midsummer.

"After the commander wakes up, let's quickly return to the port area. Those Ember Ship Girls who escaped still need to communicate with the commander."

Considering that Yaxu was still here, Bismarck did not rush to ask Marco Polo for the so-called intelligence. He immediately used a businesslike tone, turned to look at Marco Polo who was rinsing his mouth with scented tea, and reminded him: "Although I don't know what you talked about with that black-bellied Siren, it would be better if it was really valuable intelligence."

"Hmm~?"

Enjoying the feeling of being taken seriously by Bismarck, Marco Polo, with his attractive teardrop mole, smiled silently and propped up his pretty head with one hand.

Seeing this, Richelieu, who had always adhered to the principle of noble neutrality, coughed and sighed, "I just went outside to check on Ms. Emden and the others. They are all resting now because Egil has been dragging them to a night-long banquet."

"Then let's wake them up first and then get back to the harbor as soon as possible. This world is really a bit depressing."

Looking at the sky outside the window, which was always in a deep night state, Hu Teng frowned and said, "Why don't we just carry the commander back to the port area first?"

"Really? Then I'll ask Seydlitz and the others to pack up their luggage. Richelieu, please go find the Observer. We need her to take us back to the port."

After this brief and concise conversation with the elder sister, Bismarck and the others drank their hot tea and quickly took action.

At the same time, in the restaurant of the Night Castle, little Eugen with a rosy face was hiding under a large cupboard, holding his little Eugen diary in his hand, silently writing down Egil's dark history on it.