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

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Lorraine left her luggage at the school gate. After completing the admission procedures and being assigned a dormitory, the luggage would be delivered to the dormitory door.

After walking around the college with Burgundy, the two of them finally stopped in front of the admissions office.

Lorraine went up and knocked on the door.

"Come in." The voice was soft, and she sounded like a ship girl who was easy to get along with.

"Click." Lorraine opened the door, and two people appeared in front of him - in addition to London behind the desk, there was also Nuremberg standing next to him.

"Hey, Mr. London, there is also an instructor?" He was a little surprised.

"I heard that you are going back to study in the Command Department, so I came to see your ship girl." Nuremberg looked at Burgundy who followed in.

"Oh, she's Burgundy." Lorraine said with a smile.

"Why is it her?" Nuremberg frowned.

"It's fate, instructor." Lorraine sat down with Burgundy in a familiar manner.

Burgundy sat quite elegantly in the chair, his back straight, slightly leaning against the backrest, his hands naturally placed on his crossed legs, his eyes scanning Nuremberg and London.

Nuremberg's frown deepened. She didn't like the sight. Furthermore, according to the records, this ship girl seemed to be someone who didn't follow orders very well and had an aggressive fighting style.

First of all, for someone who becomes a commander simply because he picked up a ship girl along the way, such a ship girl is definitely not a good choice. Secondly, in Iron Blood, obeying orders is the duty of a soldier.

"I suggest you change your starting ship. There are ship girls in the academy who want to follow you, such as Dunkirk and Nelson from the 164th batch. They are all well-trained now." Nuremberg finally said this.

"No need, instructor, she's fine." Lorraine shook his head and refused, his tone calm but unquestionable.

"Okay, I respect your choice." Nuremberg could only nod in the end. Lorraine was one of the students who impressed her the most.

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Lorraine… Burgundy glanced at Lorraine and lowered his head.

"Nelson, Dunkirk..." She silently memorized the names of these ship girls, "and this Nuremberg."

"Come and fill out the form." Nuremberg handed the two of them a KanColle admission form.

"Language doesn't matter, right?" Lorraine asked casually.

London was stunned for a moment, "Of course."

Nuremberg looked at Lorraine in surprise. She found that after not seeing her for a year, this student seemed a little strange to her.

Burgundy paused as he was about to fill out the form, but he finally wrote his name in beautiful and elegant fleur-de-lis script: "Bourgogne"

Lorraine filled out the form first, and after confirming that it was correct, he handed his form to London.

"Instructor, are you still the commander of this class?" Lorraine began to wait for Burgundy to finish filling out the form, and poured a glass of water for himself and the other three people.

Nuremberg took the paper cup and said, "No."

"Huh?" Lorraine was a little surprised.

"It's Wichita. I'm going to Donghuang headquarters this semester." Nuremberg took a sip of water.

"Oh, I see." Lorraine nodded and handed in the form for Burgundy.

"Miss Burgundy, please come here." London stood up.

Burgundy looked at Lorraine.

"Go ahead, it's okay. Just conduct a routine check on the ship girls who are about to enroll." Lorraine nodded.

Burgundy stood up and walked over, his metal boots clacking against the ground.

London fiddled with the computer for a moment, then pointed the screen camera at Burgundy.

The scan was completed quickly.

"She's only level 18?" Nuremberg glanced at the result and was a little surprised.

"Hey?" Lorraine looked up. "Is there a problem?"

"She's only at the level of a Tier 18 battleship..." Nuremberg thought for a moment. "That's true. XD323 itself isn't a heavily-attacked port. Even during the Sirens' repeated invasions, they didn't deploy any ships above Tier 20."

"XD323 is gone." Burgundy said calmly.

Nuremberg heard the undercurrent beneath the quiet lake and remained silent for a while: "I'm sorry, please accept my condolences."

"Student Lorraine, are you living with Burgundy?" London entered the information into the system and quickly spoke to break the increasingly tense atmosphere.

"Burgundy?" Lorraine looked at the girl.

"random."

"Then you can come together." London handed over the dormitory access card, a campus handbook and two student ID cards.

"Okay." Lorraine took it and stood up. "Then we won't bother you anymore, instructor. Please be safe on your mission."

Nuremberg waved his hand.

Lorraine took Burgundy away and closed the door.

The two returned to the playground again, but they both subconsciously felt more relaxed.

"I'm sorry, Instructor Nuremberg's words were indeed a bit too harsh. After all, she is a shipgirl from the Iron Blood family." Lorraine decided to speak up for Nuremberg. Nuremberg was quite nice to him during his studies. "But to be honest, she's a very good instructor. She's not arrogant and treats students with moderation. It's just that she speaks harshly and doesn't give people face."

Burgundy just nodded.

The two walked in silence for a while. On the playground, several Cleveland-class ships and the Big Seven were playing basketball, and on the track, ship girls were taking their commanders for a night run.

It seems like we've really arrived at Azur Lane.

Chapter 7 Burgundy

"No. 22, No. 22, No. 22... Ah, this is it." In front of him was a six-story apartment building. In front of the door was a small flower bed, in which was a sculpture of a triple-mounted 152mm main gun Mk16.

The two got their luggage from the lockers in front of the apartment and then entered the apartment.

"What date are we?" Lorraine turned around.

"303." Burgundy thought for a moment and said.

Swipe your card to enter the dormitory, which has four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a balcony. Although the decoration is relatively simple, it is enough to show the grandeur of the Maritime Academy.

"This is it." Lorraine dragged the suitcase in with satisfaction, and the first thing he did was turn on the central air conditioning.

"The Command Department is just richer than the Research Department, and the Research Department even has six dormitories," Lorraine said unhappily. "How can we researchers be as useful as these guys who only think about picking up girls all day long..."

In short, he seemed to have forgotten that he was about to join this group of hypocrites.

Burgundy ignored Lorraine's muttering and carefully checked the entire dormitory. This was her subconscious habit.

On the battlefield, not being sure of the situation around you may very likely become the straw that breaks the camel's back.

Moreover, she has a mild mysophobia.

After confirming that everything was correct indoors, Burgundy finally looked at the balcony. Surprisingly, there was a piano on the balcony.

"It should have been left by the previous senior. It looks like no one has used it for a while." Lorraine opened the balcony door first.

In addition to the piano, there are also some flowers and plants on the balcony, which should have been left by the previous students.

"Cornflowers, jasmine... are still alive and well. It seems that the school has been taking care of these dormitories." Lorraine stood on the balcony and turned to Burgundy who had just walked in.

Burgundy opened the balcony window. The evening breeze blew gently, bringing with it the scent of summer. The sun sets slowly over the sea, especially during the long summer days. And now, the afterglow faded, the stars grew brighter, and the streetlights lit up one by one. The sea in the distance was dark, occasionally flickering with fire, presumably the shipgirls in training.

"Well, Burgundy, go pick a room."

"Okay." Burgundy nodded and turned to walk into the living room.

Lorraine didn't look back, but just lay on the windowsill, listening to Burgundy's footsteps.

"That's great," he thought.

Burgundy decided to stay in the room closest to the balcony, where the window had a direct view of the sea.

She packed her luggage.

Burgundy opened the suitcase and found that Lorraine had taken out his own things and the rest were hers.

I didn't notice it when I bought it, but now I see why I bought so much.

Burgundy sighed when she thought of someone waving his hand so as not to embarrass her.

This idiot.

Contrary to what most commanders might think, the Knights of the Fleur-de-L’Iris were actually quite capable of taking care of themselves. Take, for example, Dunkirk, who was an exceptional pastry chef, or Louis IX, who always managed to keep everything in perfect order.

Burgundy is no exception.

The clothes were neatly sorted and put into the closet, and some meaningless ornaments bought by some idiot were placed on the table. The room finally had some sense of life.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then decided to take a shower.

Everything is different from before. Burgundy put himself in the bathtub and let his thoughts wander.

There are no battles, no sirens, no annoying people and ship girls... Oh, there are still annoying ship girls, such as Dunkirk and Nelson mentioned today.

Ha, what a fool I am. I hate her even though I haven't even met her. Is it because I am a ship girl now?

The same goes for Nuremberg, although some idiot seemed to have given her a pretty good review.

Humans are not trustworthy. But that idiot seems different.

The girl didn't know what to say for a moment. The guy's unexpected sincerity made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Burgundy closed his eyes and let himself sink completely into the water.

The sound becomes vague and hazy as it passes through the water.

The girl relaxed for a rare moment, letting her thoughts wander.

Then, echoes of the past flashed through her mind—

Researchers at the Naval Design Department drew up the Alsace-class design on a sketch, and it was then successfully passed after a pointless debate.

Soon, the construction plan of the eldest sister Alsace, which adopted plan No. 3, was put on the agenda, followed by the younger sister Flanders, which adopted plan No. 1, and then the second sister Normandy, which had mature armament technology.

What about himself? Burgundy waited in the archives.

She never seemed very likable.

Perhaps it was due to historical reasons - the Hundred Years' War that killed the Saint, and the countless rebellions and riots throughout history.

So, what she finally waited for was not the decree approving the construction, but the roaring engine and steel torrent of Iron Blood.

Alsace was the first to go up in flames, followed by Champagne, Lorraine, Franche-Comté, and finally Burgundy.

Iris's territory was lost bit by bit, and the iron-blooded army was unstoppable.

The people from the design bureau burned the materials that could not be transferred in time, and then boarded the flagship in the port.

The flagship fled in a hurry with his sister in the sad night.

Seven days later, the capital of the Theocracy fell and the irises withered.

This is the motherland that we, the Iris Shipgirls, obey, and the home we protect—a nation whose backbone was broken as early as 1918...

Burgundy wanted to laugh out loud, but she forgot she was in the water, so she coughed and pulled herself out, with a crazy and sad smile still on her lips.

She seemed to like the feeling of drowning herself.

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The following year, Operation Ballista took place. Allied artillery fire dealt the bishop a resounding slap, a slap resounding throughout the world. People loudly praised the royal family's unyielding spirit, horrified by the madness of the iron-blooded. No one sympathized with the withered iris, some even wanting to stomp on it a few more times to demonstrate their own superiority.

After the crossbow roared, Iris's spine was broken more thoroughly.

Rebuilding the glory? By whom? That general in exile in London? Stop being ridiculous. What good will that do except make others laugh even harder?

The girl gasped softly, a sickly blush appearing on her snow-white cheeks.

She smiled softly, suppressing her emotions, hugged her snow-white arms, and rubbed her palms up and down unconsciously.

Later, Toulon wept and bled, while his colleagues sang hymns loudly, appearing extremely pious.

But the hymn ends with the roar of dynamite.

If your prayers are working, where is the Lord when you press the trigger? Heaven?

The war that had engulfed the world was brought to an end by the intervention of the Sirens, and the fugitive bishops, generals, and pirates were able to return in triumph.

The three of them walked under the Arc de Triomphe, reviewed the army on the Champs-Elysées, and reviewed the wrecked fleet outside Port d'Or, in front of the bodies of their colleagues.