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

She felt like someone was helping her up.

Turning his head, the blue-haired, blindfolded girl appeared in Republic's sight.

"You look like you need help."

"Thank you." Gongguo was helped out by the other party.

"Just take a break..." After leaving the puppet's gaze, Republic felt a little better.

"Is it really okay?" The blue-haired girl looked a little worried.

"Well, I still know myself very well." Republic smiled with the corners of his mouth.

"Well, as you wish."

The blue-haired girl helped Republic into a small courtyard.

Across the courtyard, there is a small church.

The scent of candles made the Republic feel a little more refreshed.

"Phew, thank you..." Republic sat down in the last row of the church.

"You're welcome. It's my duty, miss." The blue-haired girl saluted and then sat down casually.

Only then did the Republic notice the armor on the other party's arms and legs.

"Are you a ship girl?" she asked curiously.

"Yes." The blue-haired girl nodded and sat down with a very elegant posture.

It's like a programmed process.

The Republic thought about it, feeling a little disgusted for no reason.

"I see." The Republic nodded.

"Al..." A girl in black entered the church. When she saw that she was not the only one in the church, she stopped talking in time.

Three more people entered the church: one was a blonde nun, one wore a monocle, and one covered one eye.

"Oh, senior, you brought a new friend?" The blonde girl greeted with a smile, "Hello, my name is Kyle Sheng."

Kyle Saint? The Republic was stunned. It seemed that Sister Burgundy had mentioned such a person.

"Hello, Miss Kyle Saint," the Republic responded politely.

"I just happened to meet someone I needed help on the road." The blue-haired girl spoke lightly, as if in response to Kyle Sheng's first question.

The girl with the monocle looked closely at Republic, making the latter feel a little uncomfortable.

The girl, who had covered one eye, looked at the Republic with the same gaze, then smiled and took out a can of coffee from a paper bag.

"Guests are welcome. I just bought an extra cup." As if giving Republic no right to refuse, the girl stuffed the coffee into Republic's hand.

Then she handed a glass to the girl wearing the monocle, and finally opened one for herself.

The girl in black followed them, looking at the Republic with some curiosity.

"Well, I felt groggy in the afternoon. I'll have a cup of coffee to perk myself up." Kyle Sheng nodded with a smile.

"Thank you." Republic nodded blankly.

"You must be Miss Republic, right? I didn't recognize you before," Kyle Sheng said. "Now that I see you in person, you're indeed prettier than in the photo."

"Thank you." Republic nodded with a smile, then asked, "Who are these people..."

"Don't be nice to them, Republic." Someone else pushed the door open and entered. "Useless hypocrisy."

Everyone turned around and saw the man wearing full armor, with a head of flowing white hair.

The two eyes, one blue and one red, carried a hint of gunpowder.

"Sister Burgundy?" The Republic was surprised.

Burgundy walked behind Republic and supported the back of her chair.

"Ms. Terrible, Miss Béarn." Burgundy's eyes wandered over the few people, then turned to the blue-haired girl sitting beside them.

"Also, Lord Arthas and Executioner Mogador." She said this almost sarcastically.

Alsace?!

Burgundy's sister... The Republic realized the other party's identity belatedly.

The War Angel of the Theocracy, the first ship of the Alsace class, and the elder sister of Burgundy.

"Why bother?" Arthas turned his head. "My sister."

The tone was so flat that it didn't seem like a meeting between sisters at all.

Kyle Sheng has left, and this is no longer a place where she can participate.

Burgundy sneered, "I dare not approach you, Lord War Angel."

"Honestly, I'm disappointed." Arthas shook his head. "I thought you would be like Flandre."

"Flander?" Burgundy seemed to have heard a joke. She leaned on the back of the chair behind Republic, supporting her chin with one hand and tapping the back of the chair lightly with the other hand.

The sound of metal hitting wood echoed in the church.

"I'm sorry, I, a mere mortal, have embarrassed you." She sneered.

Mogador also laughed, "So you really don't consider the opportunity to transcend the mundane world?"

"Extraordinary? She didn't say anything." Burgundy said with a smile.

Everyone knows this "her".

But no one wanted to point it out.

Arthas frowned.

"Forget it, I won't say much. I hope you will come back with me." She looked at Burgundy and said.

"Go back?" Burgundy looked at her coldly, then glanced at Bearn and Horrible.

"Is that what the bishop meant? Or what the Knight Commander meant?" She suddenly laughed.

"But it doesn't matter. Unfortunately, I'm not leaving." She looked at everyone.

Republic sighed, "Sorry, I won't leave either."

Horrible and Béarn seemed to have foreseen this situation.

Mogador glanced at Béarn, who nodded imperceptibly.

"If you want to do anything to the commander..." Burgundy stroked the inverted cross on his chest playfully.

"You can challenge the penetration of our two battleships." She said with a smile.

The Republic nodded, agreeing with the other party.

"Reverse cross." Mogador muttered softly.

"Heretic!" Arthas was visibly ready for battle, her massive lance almost ready to swing.

Even though she was her own sister.

"Action? As you wish, Miss Angel of War." Burgundy stepped back and drew his sword simultaneously, keeping his feet together and holding the sword horizontally.

She looked at Arthas sarcastically, and the latter tightened his grip on the lance.

Everyone could see Arthas's anger at the moment. Burgundy's disobedience in wearing the inverted cross was tantamount to a slap in her face.

As the most devout war angel, the Lord's sharp sword, his own sister is a heretic...

St. Peter's Cross? Well, from Alsace's perspective, Burgundy is anything but humble.

The sword of the Theocracy, the sharp blade of the Lord, does not need the burden of excessive emotions and thoughts.

Arthas even felt that every move she made was a sign of disobedience to the Lord, starting from the day she killed the envoy...

Burgundy gave Arthas a chivalric salute, "Please, I'm embarrassed enough already, right?"

“I wonder if you will be very disappointed when Normandy is actually built.”

Arthas waved his gun angrily, "I'm definitely disappointed in you!"

"Clang!" The sound of metal clashing rang out. Mogador's chain axe deflected the spear, but the resulting blast still caused pain in the faces of the Republic and Burgundy.

"Calm down, this is not Iris." Béarn shouted softly.

Arthas took a moment to control his emotions, then put away his spear and sat down straight again.

"Your name is on the list of the Holy See Knights." Béarn narrowed his eyes.

"Then you can remove me now." Burgundy smiled.

Horrible sighed, "The Theocracy has indeed let you down, and let us down, but..."

"I don't care what's happening with the Theocracy now." Burgundy interrupted the terrifying words directly, "I'm just a one-man ship girl now, that's all."

"And you don't think my level 30s abilities are enough to attack the Siren Fortress, do you, wise and terrifying sir?"

Horrible look towards the Republic.

The Republic closed its eyes.

Motherland, something so distant and strange.

But, you don't need me anymore.

Besides, she really disliked Arthas.

She opened her eyes, "I'm just like Sister Burgundy."

Horrible thought, and looked at Beyan.

The latter shook his head slightly.

"Commander Lorraine's symposium should be over." Horrible and Bearn turned around, and the former suddenly turned around and said.

"Thank you for the reminder, and I wish you all a happy celebration." The Republic did not neglect the courtesy.

Chapter 78 Celebration

"I got it done~." Lorraine sent a message and was the last one to leave the meeting room.

Today is such a good day, graduating early, getting a pro award, and going to winter camp.

Lots of activities and benefits.

It’s great to be an excellent student.

He lay on the windowsill in the corridor and watched.

From the windows of the corridor of the main teaching building, you can see the swaying trees on campus, the gentle waves on the sea in the distance, and the surging clouds in the distance.

Golden light shines through the glass into the corridor and reflects on the white walls.

Like golden waves surging.

"If there is an opportunity to participate in opening up the Pacific route, would you go?"

Pinghai raised this question at the symposium.

Many students hesitated, and in the end, the issue was left unresolved amidst hesitation.

Principal Zhenhai looked at him meaningfully, and Minister Pinghai was a little disappointed.

The adventurous element in Lorraine's heart was stirring.

But in the end, he did not make any statement.

Still lacking some courage.

"Go and see the world." These words kept whipping him at this moment.

But as soon as I closed my eyes, the blazing lasers and the tracer lights that looked like locusts flying all over the sky were still before my eyes.

The light and shadow of dusk fell on the old sycamore tree downstairs, which had already lost all its leaves.

The setting sun blew down on the top of the mast of a ship in the harbor not far away.

Like the paper lanterns hung during the Lantern Festival.

But now, it's still a little too bright.