Azur Lane Mobile Front.

"Unicorn, what's the matter? Come in and tell me!"

The girl whose name was called visibly jumped.

After a while, the unicorn used Yu-chan to cover half of its face and slowly walked into the room.

"Unicorn...did it bother you, brother?"

"It's alright, what's wrong? Just tell me."

"that..."

The unicorn glanced at St. Louis, who immediately gave her a friendly smile.

This made the unicorn hug Yu-chan even tighter in its arms.

"Brother, the unicorn... wants to stay with Sister Radiant for the night..."

"Is it okay...?"

Seeing the unicorn like this, Rob really finds it hard to connect it with the way she used to radiate light and then pin him to the spot.

"I know, go ahead, and remember to bring a gift for Lady Glorious."

"Also, please give her my regards."

"Ok!"

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, the unicorn smiled happily, its large eyes curving into two crescent moons.

Even St. Louis couldn't help but shake his head as he watched the girl happily walk away.

"Commander, you really spoil her~"

"Don't make it sound like I don't spoil you."

Rob shrugged, signaling St. Louis to continue his previous briefing.

However, the voluptuous and alluring light cruiser lady was laughing so hard she was shaking, and it seemed she had no time to continue her previous report.

...

Vichy Vatican Exhibition Hall.

Fuxi, who arrived earlier, is currently extremely busy.

Not long ago, they received news that Clemenceau would arrive tomorrow.

However, due to certain circumstances, their tidying work made virtually no progress.

To avoid her boss coming over and seeing such a mess, Bok-hee was now working at full speed.

She felt that she had never been this motivated when she last clashed with the Sirens.

However, compared to Fuxi's busy schedule, the dark-skinned angel seemed to be much more relaxed.

Xiafei sat quietly in the chair, intently staring at the book in her hands.

Every now and then, she would use her wings to fan away the dust that Fuxi had stirred up in front of her while cleaning.

"I say, Your Grace, Miss, my respected Ms. Xiafei, please come and help me no matter what!"

With her hands on her hips, Fuxi was still breathing slightly heavily.

The fact that a ship can be this exhausted shows that the cleaning work here is indeed very demanding.

"Lord Clemenceau is coming tomorrow!"

Disturbed, Xiafei closed the book in her hand and glanced at Fuxi.

"I think this is clean enough."

"Moreover, I don't believe that lord would actually be stationed here."

"what?"

"No, is there some news you haven't told me?"

Upon hearing this, Fok Hei's entire ship was in a state of panic.

So, I've been working for nothing?

"No, you know everything I know."

"Then why?"

"It's very simple. After Lord Clemenceau arrives, he won't have much personal time."

"She might not even have time to leave Donghuang."

"Over in Donghuang..."

As he spoke, Fuxi looked through the window at the still bustling Donghuang Pavilion.

"No matter what the matter is, Lord Clemenceau must test that person's attitude."

"This concerns the future of the iris."

"That..."

As a member of the court, Fok Hee was not a fool.

She quickly figured these questions out.

"So, we came here merely to send a signal—Lord Clemenceau is coming?"

"Um..."

"Then why didn't you remind me sooner?!"

Looking around, there were still traces of water everywhere.

It must be said that Miss Fuxi's work efficiency is indeed quite high.

"That's good too, anyway, I see you're doing a great job."

"you!"

"Ah~"

As if he had lost all his energy, Fuxi casually threw down the tools in his hand and slumped into a chair.

"Lunch... no! Call me again at dinner time!"

"I need to take this time to rest properly!"

Thinking about what might happen to him after Clemenceau's arrival tomorrow, Foch's voice sounded even more tragic.

Xiafei noticed her companion's appearance.

She made no comment, but silently opened the book in her hands again.

Chapter 600: Clemenceau

The next morning.

Just as Rob woke up and settled the company clinging to him, the head maid brought him the latest news.

"Master, we have a guest."

"Who?"

"Vichy Papacy, Court of Judgment - Clemenceau".

Upon hearing this, Rob's eyes widened slightly, thinking to himself, "They really came."

"I understand, hurry up."

"Also, Dido, go and wake up Zhenhai."

"Understood, Master."

Dido, who had just been about to help Rob wash up, immediately put down her things and headed towards the door.

...

With important guests arriving, Rob didn't even have time for breakfast.

After getting ready, he immediately led Belfast, Sirius, and Zhenhai, who came out from the other side, toward the hotel's conference room.

Because there have been a lot of things to discuss recently, Rob simply booked the entire conference room here as well.

When Rob and his group entered the conference room, Clemenceau and the others seemed to have been waiting for quite some time.

Upon seeing Rob push the door open and enter, a figure who had been sitting in a chair immediately stood up.

She turned around to face Rob.

With just one glance, Rob confirmed that although he had never seen the ship before, it was indeed Clemenceau.

Because the other person's face bears an eighty percent resemblance to Richelieu and Jean Bart.

Although their hair colors are slightly different, their facial features are still very similar.

only...

Rob casually glanced at the ship in front of him.

He wore a black "crown" on his head, which, judging from its style, seemed to be somewhat different from Richelieu's.

However, considering the difference in their responsibilities, Rob felt relieved.

Meanwhile, the ship in front of them was wearing a dress that fit the body's curves extremely well.

It seems to have some resemblance to traditional Donghuang clothing; I wonder if it was inspired by other designs.

but...

At least in Rob's opinion, this dress was definitely something wrong with it.

Because, based on what Rob knows, its chest area is likely empty.

In addition to the dress he was wearing, Clemenceau was also wearing a heavy cloak that looked somewhat out of place.

The shawl, attached to the cape, fell from both shoulders, just covering the upper part of the bridge of Clemenceau.

However, that's all it can do.

A golden cross pendant started from Clemenceau's neck, passed through the grooves of the lower half of the bridge that the shawl could not cover, and fell all the way down to his lower abdomen.

The cross pendant landed precisely below the slightly exposed navel.

This outfit, combined with Clemenceau's demeanor, led Rob to believe that she was actually the eldest sister of the Richelieu class.

The reason is simple: whether it's Richelieu, Jean Bart, or even Gascoigne, they all exude a girlish charm.

The woman in front of me, however, exudes a more mature, womanly aura.

Not to mention the bridge design, which is significantly larger than those of Richelieu and Jean Bart.

"I think—you must be Lady Clemenceau."

He looked away, realizing it would be impolite to stare any longer, and extended his hand to shake hands with Clemenceau.

While Robb was sizing up Clemenceau, Clemenceau was also observing Robb.

The young human male before them, barring any unforeseen circumstances, is very likely the one who will decide Iris's fate.

They might even be related to you in some way.

Thinking of the "love story" between this commander and his older sister that had been circulating in the world for two years, even Clemenceau couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"it's me."

"Let me introduce myself. I am Clemenceau, formerly the chief judge of the Vichy Holy See's Inquisition, and now the black-robed bishop."

"It's also a pleasure to meet you, Commander."

Upon their first meeting, Clemenceau's way of addressing Robb made Zhenhai's eyelids twitch.

"In addition, this one should be Miss Zhenhai of Donghuang."

As he spoke, Clemenceau reached out his hand toward Zhenhai.

"It's a lady!"

After shaking hands with Clemenceau, Zhenhai made a point of correcting the other man's form of address.

When the oath ring on Zhenhai's hand reflected the conference room lights, Clemenceau couldn't help but be slightly distracted.