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

"Ding, our next stop is Dormitory Area A. Passengers who need to get off please prepare in advance."

The sound of the tram's warning temporarily alleviated the coldness in the carriage.

"Huh." Royal Oak got out of the car and took a breath.

The feeling of oppression just now...

"What a strong aura." Rodney touched his chest.

Looking up, a girl in a black dress got off the bus carrying a paper bag.

His expression remained indifferent.

It was as if everything that just happened had never happened.

"Sorry." Burgundy apologized slightly.

Royal Oak quickly said, "Ah, it's okay. After all, that kind of thing would make anyone angry."

"Okay, okay, just don't be soft-hearted when you meet someone. Everyone should go back to bed early. We have classes tomorrow." Rodney interrupted this somewhat dangerous topic.

"Yeah." The girl nodded.

"Then Burgundy, we're leaving." Royal Oak waved, "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah." The girl also walked towards her residence.

Candle, Siren, and many more.

There are so many, all of them need to be dealt with.

Enemy, traitor, coward.

No one can escape...

The girl took out the room card and opened the door.

That idiot hasn't replied yet? It's already eight o'clock.

Forget it, let’s wait for him.

It seems that gifts need to be delivered personally to show sincerity.

So, Burgundy put his bag in the room and sat on the sofa with a book in his arms.

She stacked the Bible, Faust, Zhu Ziqing's Essays, and If Our Language Were Whiskey on the coffee table in order.

After hesitating for a moment, he placed the box containing the Cross of Lorraine on top.

Then she made a cup of coffee, sat down, and turned off the lights.

The cold moonlight shone down, illuminating "The End of the World and Hard-Boiled Wonderland" in her hand.

Chapter 29: Books, Loneliness, and Dim Stars

"I'll stop here, everyone. Go to bed early." Lorraine waved to everyone.

"You too, don't go back and still secretly roll it."

"Okay, okay~" Lorraine was helpless. Is that called involution? That's called striving for a better tomorrow.

When I looked up, all the lights in Room 303 were out.

"Hey? It's 11 o'clock..." Lorraine looked at the time display on his mobile phone.

"We studied very late today." Shaking their heads, they said that after being kicked out by the librarian at 8 o'clock in the evening, they ran back to the classroom and continued to study for a long time.

She should have fallen asleep.

Lorraine walked up the stairs, and the sound sensor light above his head kept flickering because of his footsteps.

In the pale moonlight, unknown birds chirped a few times.

No harmony, no response.

Just like the sound of footsteps echoing in an empty stairwell.

Lorraine held the book, dragged his somewhat tired body, took out the room card, and gently opened the door.

The room was dark, with bright and quiet moonlight shining obliquely.

As expected, already...

Hey?

"This silly girl." Lorraine shook her head slightly and changed her shoes carefully.

On the sofa, Burgundy was sleeping at an angle.

Those lovely and gorgeous eyes were slightly closed, like a quietly sleeping iris bud.

It also covered the embers and thorns in her heart.

The night wind coming in from the window lifted her hair, and the girl's sleeping face was so delicate, with a tranquility rarely seen in ordinary days.

Lorraine slowly sat down next to Burgundy.

What an idiot, he even forgot to wash and change his clothes.

The girl leaned her head sideways on the sofa, pressing down her long white hair which she never tied up.

Thinking silently, Lorraine didn't wake her up.

Looking out the window, there were a few dim stars hanging in the sky.

The moon is bright tonight, covering the girl with a layer of white gauze.

Perhaps because he was at home, Burgundy was not wearing any gauntlets on his hands.

The metal parts on his body reflected a faint silver glow.

The black skirt absorbs the moonlight, making the girl look more mysterious and holy.

There was an open book on his legs, and his white knuckles rested lightly on it, seeming to reflect the jade-like moonlight.

As exquisite as a doll.

They are also made to look like dim stars by the moonlight.

She seemed a little reserved as she sat there.

Why are you frowning? Are you too tired, or having a nightmare?

I sat here at first probably because I wanted to get closer to this girl.

And now-

Lorraine thought for a moment and gently let the girl lean on him.

This would make her feel better, maybe.

I glanced over and saw a few more books on the coffee table.

Can you read now? That's good.

The four books were placed in order, and on top was a jewelry box.

Inside the box, the bright silver Cross of Lorraine gleamed.

Cross of Lorraine, Cross of Our Lady.

Keywords: freedom, resistance.

Lorraine looked at the sleeping girl beside him in some surprise.

The inverted cross on Burgundy's chest still emitted a faint blue halo.

So, these are for me?

Lorraine wasn't sure if she was being too sentimental.

However, the girl's brows did relax slightly.

On her lap was the book "The End of the World and Hard-Boiled Wonderland" that I had stuffed into her hands.

"I don't want to disappear from this world. When I close my eyes, I can clearly feel my heart swaying. It's an ups and downs that transcend sadness and loneliness, shaking my very existence to its very foundations. The ups and downs are endless. I put my arms on the back of the chair and endure this ups and downs. No one can save me, no one can save me, just as I can't save anyone."

It is the second half of Section 39.

So, Burgundy, do you think so too?

Lorraine couldn't help but recall the day before she came into this world.

What happened that day?

Green light, child, runaway truck.

Suddenly I felt a sense of déjà vu from the book.

Everything I saw under the sun was meaningless and a chasing after wind.

Maybe, just like what is written in the book, this world is just a simulation created by my brain before I die.

This will infinitely prolong the second when I die in reality.

So I didn’t travel through time, I came to this “end of the world” on my own initiative.

Is this what you wanted to say, Anotherme?

But this time no one gave him an answer.

Beside him, the faint scent of irises penetrated his nostrils like fermented rice wine, making him feel slightly tipsy, just right.

Lorraine suddenly felt a little stupid.

So I started laughing for no reason.

Everything in the world is a metaphor.

The iris flower next to me, from the Theocracy, emits a faint aroma of wine when it blooms alone.

"Most people think the older a drink gets, the better it tastes, but that's not the case. Time adds something, but it also takes something away. Evaporation adds something, but it also takes something away."

Doesn’t this glass of fine wine from Burgundy make you nostalgic?

The thought of not wanting to disappear from this world was born as early as that night full of stars and ruins. As for going to a certain world, that is not a concern.

Whether this is the real end of the world or an illusory cold wonderland, it is something I cannot explore.

The so-called present moment is a gift from God, so just accept it calmly.

"Even if my disappearance is not enough to make anyone sad, leave a void in anyone's heart, or go unnoticed by anyone, that is my own problem.

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I have lost so much, so many things, that now I seem to have almost nothing to lose.

Yet a glimmer of what I have lost remains within me like a dreg, and it is this glimmer that has kept me alive to this day."

That is nice.

I don’t know how many people would be concerned about my death in my previous life. Maybe in one or two years, or maybe in two or three years, I will die for the last time in that world - and be completely forgotten.

Even if human beings are made of sand, each grain of sand disappears in the cracks of time.

Let these eight thousand days pass by quickly, let the past time be blown away by the breeze and melt away under the scorching sun.

What I need to think about is not what I can leave behind, or even what traces as thin as a gossamer.

I just need to hold onto those little embers left in my heart.

Then start from here.

The girl shifted slightly, seemingly leaning closer to her commander.

So he turned around and saw that the girl's nose moved slightly, which was very cute.

She has her own pride and obsession, there is no doubt about that.

Her mind is as complicated as her name, Burgundy, suggests.

She always insists on extra practice and always likes to hang out in the training ground.

Although this girl always helps him with some small things and shows concern for him.

But Lorraine always felt that there was a tragically thick barrier between them.

He knew that Burgundy would often secretly stay up late, memorizing the trajectories of various artillery shells and trying hard to memorize the armor structures of various Siren warships.