Azur Lane Mobile Front.

"I apologize, it was my oversight, Ms. Zhenhai."

While Clemenceau and Zhenhai were arguing, Rob took the opportunity to observe the other ships that had accompanied Clemenceau.

Foch and Joffre have already met, so there's not much to say.

However, there was another ship nearby dressed as a nun, which Robo had never seen before.

However, looking at the other person's appearance, Rob felt that the grudge he had locked up in the port area might have a younger sister.

This looks so familiar, doesn't it?

"Oh, Commander, are you also interested in her?"

Clemenceau ended the confrontation with Zhenhai and noticed Rob's strange gaze.

"Ah, no, it's just that this young lady's appearance reminds me of someone else."

"Heh~ Commander, that's a bit outdated."

Not connecting it to anything else about Clemenceau, and taking Robb's words as a cover-up, I couldn't help but laugh even more heartily.

"This is not an excuse; I'm referring to the royal family's vendetta against that lady."

"With your abilities, you should know who I'm talking about, right?"

"Oh~"

Upon hearing Rob's words, Clemenceau was slightly startled, and then he and Rob looked at the ship together.

Stared at by the two men, the rather voluptuous nun unconsciously shrank her neck.

"Hmm~ Now that you mention it, Commander, Kael does indeed bear some resemblance to that lady."

"Alas..."

Upon being told this by its superior, the ship named Kel Saint couldn't help but let out a mournful cry like a small animal.

"Alright, let's stop with the small talk for now."

He gestured for the other person to sit down, and Rob naturally took his seat.

"Ms. Clemenceau must have something important to discuss with you today."

While inwardly thinking that Luo was asking a question he already knew the answer to, Clemenceau's expression remained unchanged.

"That's natural."

"However, I have something to discuss, and I would appreciate your guidance, Ms. Clemenceau."

"Why did you choose this time to deliberately send Richelieu and Jeanbars away?"

Faced with Rob's somewhat intimidating gaze, Clemenceau, who had seen many storms, naturally did not back down.

"It's very simple, naturally it's to get a more objective answer."

"With my two older sisters present, I'm afraid even I would be affected to some extent."

"Moreover, what they did was indeed very important."

"Is this answer satisfactory, Commander?"

Chapter 601: The "God" Behind Marco Polo

"I see~"

Clemenceau's answer is not necessarily inappropriate.

It's fair to say that what she said was essentially the same as what she didn't say at all.

As the ship that controls the Inquisition, Robb simply doesn't believe that she would easily change her mind because of other people's attitudes.

However, since the other party didn't want to talk about it, Rob didn't bother to ask further.

"Well then, let's get down to business, Madam Clemenceau."

"First, the first question."

As he spoke, Rob held up one finger.

"Does your sending Richelieu to retrieve the Holy See crown mean that the Vichy Church is ready to break free from the iron-fisted control?"

"Secondly, I think you should know that just a few days ago, here—at the expo site."

"A very serious incident once occurred here."

"And the culprit behind this incident—Miss Marco Polo—once uttered your name."

"What do you have to say about this?"

...

After hearing Robb's question, Clemenceau's expression remained completely unchanged.

At least in this respect, she is much better than her older sister, Jean Bart.

Jean Bart's face couldn't hide any of his thoughts.

"Hmm...these are all very pointed questions, Commander."

"Didn't anyone tell you that this way of talking is hard to like?"

After a moment's thought, Clemenceau's lips curled into a slight smile.

Then, Clemenceau changed the subject.

"However, your straightforward way of speaking is much more comfortable than the insincere banter with those politicians."

"Alright, please let me answer your questions one by one."

"The answer to the first question is yes."

"In any case, whether it's the Free Iris or the Vichy Church, they both split off from the Iris Theocracy."

"Being able to recreate the Iris Kingdom of yesteryear is of great significance to us."

"I think you should be able to understand this."

"As for the Ironblood side..."

"Excuse my bluntness, but even without our Tribunal, would you really care about the Ironblood's attitude?"

(Actually, I still care. That Frederick the Great, no matter how you look at it, is much more difficult to deal with than that Bodhisattva from the Magical Naval War next door.)

"No, what I need is the attitude of your Vichy Church."

Rob waved his hand.

"You need to understand that if your Vichy Church still chooses to stand with the Ironbloods..."

"Then, the battlefield will inevitably expand to Iris's homeland."

"My daughter has a lot of energy, and it's hard to control her."

"It will be very troublesome then."

Robb's words took Clemenceau quite a surprise.

Since she was born, she had never seen anyone use this method to threaten others.

(I don't want to hit you, but the area-of-effect attack is too strong to control.)

"Then I assure you."

"When my sister returns to Iris, she will not face any resistance."

"Ah~ Of course, we'll need Commander to handle the Ironblood side."

It must be said that this third ship of the Richelieu class is much more difficult to deal with than her two older sisters.

In just a few words, she arranged what Rob needed to do next.

Even without her, Rob would have had to complete this task.

"Alright, let's leave this matter here for now. We'll discuss the specifics when Richelieu and the others return."

"The second thing, what do you say about Marco Polo?"

"Ah~ that lady does indeed have some personal relationship with me."

"And I was also involved in her preparations for this!"

"Huh?"

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't even bother to hide it and admitted it directly.

(Or is this another way she's subtly concealing her true intentions?)

“Commander, there’s no need for that expression. I was indeed involved.”

"However, for some reason, Marco Polo moved the operation forward by a few days."

"According to our prior plan, this operation was supposed to begin at the closing ceremony of the expo."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Bo and Zhenhai couldn't help but exchange a glance.

Even Marco Polo himself never mentioned this news.

After her capture, she was publicly "sentenced" to dismantle the weapons system and be exiled.

However, the necessary procedures still need to be followed, and the required interrogations still need to be conducted.

Marco Polo, whose mission failed, did not hide anything and told everything he knew.

But now, Robb hears entirely new information from Clemenceau.

The operation was brought forward, but Marco Polo, the planner of the operation, seemed unaware of this.

Are you... sure?

Because there were many doubts, Rob had to confirm with Clemenceau again.

"Of course, that's for sure."

"Moreover, according to my investigation, there must be other entities behind Marco Polo."

"If you've paid attention to how she describes herself, you'll find that..."

"She often referred to herself as 'God's agent'."

"If it's an agent, then who is 'God'? Or rather, what is it?"

At this moment, Zhenhai unconsciously placed one hand on his thigh.

Her fingers began to caress the black stockings on her legs.

This is a small, habitual gesture she makes when she starts thinking.

"Based on our observations and subsequent investigations, Marco Polo used some of the Sirens' techniques."

"Then, the 'god' behind her must be an unknown Siren."

No, not necessarily.

Clemenceau shook his head.

“When Marco Polo approached me and invited me to participate in her project, she told me this.”

"What she wants to do is to bring 'God' into this world."

“If the ‘god’ is merely a Siren, there’s no need for all this trouble.”

“Indeed, if it were sirens, there would be no need for such trouble.”

Rob frowned; he seemed to have thought of something as well.

"If you're not mistaken, it's highly likely that it's not a Siren."

"Because the world we live in is nothing more than an experimental field arbitrarily constructed by the Sirens."

"There's no reason why an experimenter would have to climb over a wall to enter their own experimental field."

"However, I still have questions."

As he spoke, Rob seemed to remember something else.

"Marco Polo's plan, in essence, was to construct a fictional world and then replace the real world with this fictional world."