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

"Let me guess, because something went wrong with the plan, you were sent to a port area where something was about to happen in order to silence them?" Lorraine didn't look up.

"That's true. As expected of a writer, your reasoning ability is strong." The man laughed.

Lorraine's voice turned cold, "Have you seen my memory?"

"You are me and I am you, Anotherme." The man shrugged. "I gave you my memories too, didn't I?"

"Heh." He sneered, "You didn't tell me everything clearly."

"Don't be angry, Anotherme," the man said. "Let me finish."

"The details of Project Ikaros are to combine the human mental model with the Mind Cube to create a true war machine. In other words, to stitch the combat power of the shipgirls and the mental bonus of the human commander into the same entity."

"So Burgundy was one of the results? But didn't the plan fail?"

"In fact, the plan was half successful." The man took out a glass of water from the void and moistened his throat. "The Burgundy ship girls are the result. The human mental model and the Mind Cube are compatible. Unfortunately, the experiment ended up with a major failure, and the war machine eventually developed its own thoughts."

"That's not allowed," Lorraine continued. "Weapons don't need thoughts, right?"

The man snapped his fingers. "That's right. Human mental models are incredibly uncontrollable."

"So the final result?"

"Azur Lane was unwilling to completely dispose of these humans and shipgirls who served as test subjects. Ultimately, the matter could only be left unresolved amidst the increasingly tense war and delays with the humans."

"Wait, human?"

"Oh, I forgot to mention that there are humans among the participants in the experiment."

"The same to you?"

"Indeed, I was not only a participant but also a test subject. However, since I don't have an affinity for Rubik's Cubes, I couldn't hold out, and I even suffered a certain degree of memory loss in the end."

Lorraine sighed, "So you didn't deliberately not leave me with a complete memory? Then what about you silencing me?"

"Well, you know what a tool that has lost its value is. As for why you came here..."

"It doesn't matter, does it? Now that we're here, we'll just make the best of it." Lorraine interrupted him.

"That's true." The man said meaningfully, "Since you are enjoying it, I won't say much."

"Enjoy your new life." The man smiled. "If you don't want to live like mud, you can definitely live the life you want."

"Thank you for your good wishes." Lorraine finally looked at the man.

"Those humans who survive the experiment are all special," the man said seriously. "You too."

"It's a meeting gift and a farewell gift for you." The man smiled.

"My time is running out. You will know this gift as you build it."

"How about a hint?"

"/gamemodecreative."

"I understand." Lorraine paused and nodded.

"Then, one last question. You should have enough time."

"You really are...just ask."

"What's going on in Burgundy?"

"As we all know, Kancolle was born to carry people's expectations. Think about the Iris group during World War II. They were crazy and abstract. And the Burgundy region has a history of being dishonest."

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The man paused.

"This kind of knot can only be solved by her almighty commander, you."

"Then the gap between her and Alsace and Flanders..."

"As a result of the failed experiment, she would have had a more luxurious ship configuration, but now it seems to be better, without unnecessary frills."

"I don't have a problem anymore."

"You asked two questions!"

"Oh, don't worry about it." Lorraine said indifferently.

"Forget it, who made you me?"

"Goodbye, Anotherme," the man said. "Have a safe journey."

"You too, Anotherme." Lorraine said, "Maybe we'll meet again."

"A writer's intuition?" the man laughed.

"Maybe." Lorraine's voice became relaxed.

"I hope this is my last ripple." The man shrugged.

"Ha, enough talking, it's time for you to wake up, kind commander..."

“May you find your own value in the waking world.”

"Loveless Dress" by Chiharu Kaneko sounded on time.

Lorraine opened her eyes and saw the alarm clock. Today was still August 18th, Sunday, 6:25 in the morning.

"Anotherme...Icarus...Burgundy..."

In fact, this is not important. What you should do is to move forward with your own ship girl.

I promised to take her to see the world.

Lorraine got out of bed, changed and washed up, then went to call Burgundy.

"Good morning, Burgundy."

The girl nodded.

"Let's go," Burgundy said.

"OKK!" Lorraine was still so energetic.

The two of them headed towards the cafeteria before the heat got too strong.

After breakfast, it’s time for a day of training.

Chapter 20 Evaluation Begins

Quarterly assessments will be carried out as scheduled, at the same time as in previous years.

The location where it is held is the training sea area.

However, the school finally did some personnel work this year, differentiating destroyers, cruisers, battleships, aircraft carriers, and submarines. The top three in each type of ship will then compete in a cross-group competition.

At least there will not be the situation in previous years where an aircraft carrier lets go of a battleship or a cruiser carries away a destroyer.

"The duel is so civilized." The commanders and the ship girls who did not play sat casually on the dock on the shore waiting.

Several commanders of the Royal Navy's fleet had even started a tea party.

"How corrupt! The ship girls are taking exams on the field while you are having a tea party here!" Lorraine thought with a sneer.

"Mr. Lorraine, would you like a cup?" A woman at the side took the tea handed to her by Gloucester.

"Give me a drink!" What a joke. Why not drink if someone offers you to drink?

Lorraine and Burgundy sat down under a large parasol held up by several people.

Burgundy took the tea, nodded in greeting, and then looked at the field.

The battle group is currently conducting exercises in Pennsylvania and Arizona. Fortunately, they are equipped with practice ammunition, so there is no need to worry about the ship girls being accidentally injured.

The commander's vision is definitely not as outrageous as that of the ship girls, but fortunately there is a real-time broadcast on the terminal.

There are probably about 20 battleship girls in this session, and it will take until the afternoon to finish the competition.

It will take a while for Burgundy to come on stage, so Lorraine is not in a hurry.

Moreover, when it comes to a battle between battleships, victory is decided by a close combat, and there is nothing interesting about throwing and testing each other.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the first place in the battle group this time will probably be the Royal Oak owned by the eldest daughter of the Bai family." An informed student on the side analyzed.

"Yeah, all purple gear has an upgrade level of +8, what a pure kryptonite guy."

"I'm so envious. A super rare ship girl and a super kryptonian. The most valuable thing on my Nagato's body is the main gun +3..." said an unknown scumbag.

A blind student nearby noticed something interesting: "That's not right. You have credits to give +3 to Nagato's main gun, so how could your other parts not keep up?"

"I...I failed two courses..." The scumbag lowered his head in shame, "My credits are not that high..."

"That's not a problem, is it?"

"I, I also bet on the box..."

Gambling on boxes is a routine operation of the commander, and the purpose is to open the equipment of the KanColle. After all, the world of KanColle is flexible, and the equipment can be directly equipped to the KanColle of the corresponding ship type after it is opened.

Equipment is also divided into different levels, with white being the lowest and gold being the highest. As for colored equipment? That's urban legend.

But Lorraine doesn't have to worry about it. Burgundy seems to come with a full set of skills, and he only needs to strengthen it.

"You deserve to die!"

"Woo, woo, I deserve to die."

"But don't we have an MVP?" I don't know who spoke first.

Then everyone looked at the MVP.

Dear MVP slowly typed a "?"

"I suddenly feel that we can't beat the MVP." Everyone looked away.

"I feel so too."

"Damn! A mere Royal Oak will definitely make her never come back!" Lorraine slammed the table.

Table HP-1.

"Next, Burgundy, Nagato."

Everyone fell silent, the scene of Burgundy slaughtering people in the Siren fleet still vividly in everyone's mind.

"Wow, I really deserve to die!" The scumbag finger held his head and cried.

"Sorry." Lorraine stood up with a smile, followed by Burgundy.

The two soon arrived at the port.

"Burgundy, wait!" Lorraine called out to Burgundy when she was about to set sail after unfolding her ship's equipment.

The girl wrapped in weapons turned her head, somewhat confused.

Lorraine trotted to the water's edge, "Come here for a moment, please."

Burgundy was a little confused, but he leaned over anyway.

Lorraine carefully took out a silver inverted cross necklace, the one he had been rubbing for several nights.

"This is..." Burgundy was stunned.

"This is for you." Lorraine gently put it on the girl. "You are my starting ship. I never gave you a welcome gift or treated you to a meal before."

The girl dodged a little.

"Be good, don't move." Finally, he put it on her gently.

Burgundy opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

The bright silver inverted cross falls perfectly between the girl's delicate collarbones.

In the sun, it shines brightly.

"Burgundy, do you know what the inverted cross means?" Lorraine said with a smile.

"If you continue like this in the Theocracy, you'll be dragged to the stake by those clergymen..." Burgundy thought without saying anything.

Her commander smiled and gave her the answer - "It's 'believe in yourself'."

"This is the Satanic Cross..." Burgundy muttered to himself and reached out to hold the pendant.

The burning sensation in my heart inexplicably faded a little as the bright silver cross flashed.

The cross of disobedience and the cross of the devil, they fit together inexplicably.