As a commander, I will never meet a heavy female ship girl

"But so what?" Lorraine looked at the baroness.

"First of all, you're not her... She wouldn't say that."

"Are you questioning my identity?!" The baroness's voice turned cold. "Even if I do have feelings of love for you, you've been defying me time and again. You're challenging my limits."

"Don't resist in vain, dear~"

"You are Charlie, right?" Lorraine said calmly, "You have such a strong personality, just like she was on the battlefield."

"Nothing really escapes your eyes." The baroness rubbed her head as if she had a headache.

"So, you really won't consider it?" The Baroness asked with a pleading look, "After all, we all just want a peaceful place to live."

Lorraine looked out the window, the years were peaceful.

"Don't try to persuade me anymore." He sighed, "You know there's nothing here that I'm familiar with."

"Like I said, we shouldn't be the only ones here."

"Then it seems that I can only use some methods to keep you..." The Baroness sat next to Lorraine and put her arms around his neck, but was gently pushed away by Lorraine.

"But how long can the peace you expect last?" Lorraine held her down and stared into her eyes calmly.

"No matter what, she wouldn't avoid reality or run away from her past."

"You!" The baroness's face finally darkened. "What do you want?"

"You can't hold your temper like this? As expected, it's all part of her."

"Only when you become one, combining the outer and inner qualities of Burgundy, can you truly be her."

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"But you know, if you go on like this, you will die!" she said painfully.

The space around him felt slightly unstable.

"But if you run away, you will only lose what you have worked so hard to get." Lorraine still pressed the other person's shoulder.

"Look at me, Burgundy," he whispered.

"But what good will it do to resist?" the girl looked at Lorraine.

"Resistance, huh? But what did I get from fighting? Was it assassination? Or falling off a horse? Or being surrounded by enemies everywhere?!"

"Even in the end, I'm just walking alone, holding on to that so-called hatred!"

Click.

There was a sound of shattering, and the coffee cup in the baroness's hand was crushed.

"Forget it, there's no need to say more. You and I can't explain it clearly." She said indifferently.

"Just stay here and watch what I do."

"Wait..." Lorraine just started.

"Enough!" the baroness shouted back.

"What else do you want from me?! I've had enough of this meaningless struggle, this endless struggle."

"So... go ahead and take your struggle with you. I'm not that fool."

"But you know very well that what is bound to find you will find you sooner or later." Lorraine said calmly.

"And you are just a baroness."

And I am going to take her back, Lorraine muttered to herself.

Only by finding herself and the true meaning of her life can we truly bring her back.

"Then let's wait and see." The baroness pushed hard.

Lorraine sank into the soft bed, and then, like Alice, fell into a deep cave.

He is like a soul, constantly floating around.

until……

The war machine carrying the Iron Cross arrived as expected.

History is a cycle that repeats itself, and to escape from the accidental consequences of cause and effect is to become a slave to history.

The Baroness made all sorts of calculations, but she still missed the roaring Iron Cross.

Lorraine sighed softly, and then his vision went dark.

When he opened his eyes again, he reappeared on the street.

The difference is that the surrounding cities have long been in ruins.

But this is not Dijon.

Because there were sirens constantly blowing in the distant port and air raid sirens piercing the night sky nearby.

The bridge of the battleship closest to the harbor is as majestic as a church, and its elegant symmetry even makes it look like a cross.

The roar of propellers has begun, and the hurried footsteps, screams of people, and sporadic gunshots have arrived as expected.

This is Brest, and the time is that sad and hurried night.

Lorraine walked to a place not far away where a red-haired girl was kneeling on the ground.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that, sir."

The girl didn't hear what Lorraine said at all, she just kept crying.

Lorraine stretched out his hand, but was a little surprised to find that his hand passed through the other person's body.

He walked up to the girl, who couldn't help but hug herself and huddled in the corner.

Only then did Lorraine realize that at this moment, she was really just a 14-year-old girl.

She was no longer that baroness.

The girl's body kept twitching.

Across the street, two charred bodies lay.

Not far away, the screams and curses of people stopped with the sound of gunfire or artillery fire.

When the only sound around her was the sound of flames burning in the house, the girl stumbled to her feet and limped to the end of the street.

There was a church there, very small, so small that it reminded Lorraine of the one in the college.

The church spire had been blown down.

The girl walked through the gate, ignoring the civilians hiding there.

After she entered the church, the door was slammed shut.

All the lights and candles were extinguished, and everyone huddled together in this sad and silent summer night.

But the red-haired girl just wanted to find something to soothe her emotions at this moment.

She knelt down before the savior and just stared at him in a daze.

The moonlight, as pale as the ashes of the dead, passed through the church's dome skylight and illuminated the Lord's face.

Lorraine was silent, and he leaned over and tried to hug her.

The last whistle of Brest sounded, and the battleship docked in the port slowly set sail.

The roar of the engine sounded again, and the sound of the tracks rolling over the road passed through the church gate and broke into the

"Boom!" The door was suddenly blown open, and a tank was parked outside.

Some of those shivering people cried, some knelt down and begged for mercy, and some cursed the enemy.

Two teams of soldiers armed with submachine guns entered the church.

The leading officer waved, and everyone gathered together with their guns pointed at them by the soldiers.

But the girl remained unmoved.

The officer frowned and walked over.

Lorraine tried to stop him, but to no avail.

He clenched his fist and punched the wall next to him angrily, but unfortunately, his hand still went through.

He could only watch everything happen.

The officer grabbed the girl's hair and forced her to look at him.

But then the officer was startled by the look in the girl's eyes.

He subconsciously pressed the girl's head to the ground.

But the girl's figure has already taken shape, and her clothes are a little damaged, but you can still see that they are made of extraordinary materials...

The officer paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and licked his lips.

So he stood up with the girl in his hand, turned around and waved.

There was a burst of gunfire behind me.

Blood stained the floor red.

The girl looked at these black soldiers, turning over each body one by one, and then checking each one with a bayonet.

Even if it's a newborn baby.

She just burst into tears.

The officer frowned and raised his hand.

Gave her a slap.

But the red-haired girl just kept crying and crying.

She turned her head and seemed to see Lorraine.

The tears in my eyes have not yet dried.

But the girl's gaze was not at Lorraine, but at the statue behind him, the statue that seemed to come alive under the moonlight.

Then he turned to the window, and saw the fleeing warship as if through the stained glass windows of a church.

The officer slapped the girl again, followed by a loud scolding.

but……

"Swish!" The officer's look of surprise became his last expression.

"Bang!" A soldier who was telling dirty jokes loudly had a hole in the middle of his forehead.

A new round of explosions outside drowned out the girl's gunshot.

Before the soldiers could react, “Bang, bang, bang!”

The sound of the PPK gunfire also echoed under the Lord's gaze.

By the time the soldiers reacted, it was too late.

"Swish..." The saber pierced the soldier's throat and was then pulled out roughly, with blood splattering in the air.

The girl's profile was stained with scarlet, and the hem of her black skirt was stained even darker by the blood.

"Blacker in the black, you are more naked..."

"You will arise, and your arising will be eternal..."

But the 14-year-old girl stood on the corpses and looked at the soldiers.

She couldn't cry anymore.

Since you can't cry anymore, why not smile?

She didn't know it, but those soldiers had already lost their courage.

They shouted for the devil, for divine punishment, and for the messenger of the Lord to walk the earth again.

"She will wash away all evil, and everything will be settled."

The girl threw away the empty PPK and picked up a submachine gun of a dead soldier.