Azur Lane Mobile Front.

So, should we reconsider all the other seemingly unreliable rumors about this commander of Donghuang?

Upon hearing this, everyone present widened their eyes.

"Wow, your industry is really messy."

This is what everyone is feeling right now.

They completely failed to consider that they themselves were also part of this "celebrity circle," and that they themselves were truly a representative of chaos.

People always have two completely different standards when criticizing others and when criticizing themselves.

...

"My dear sister, if you ever want to do something in the future, could you please let me know in advance?"

Unlike the other onlookers, Clemenceau's only feeling at this moment was exhaustion.

"Haha~ Sorry, Clemenceau, there won't be a next time~"

"Oh well, it's not a big problem."

"However, Commander, I think you might need to increase your security measures."

Looking at Robb, Clemenceau's face returned to its usual indifferent expression.

According to the information she knew, the rumors about her commander were not limited to just her older sister.

At the very least, every ship in the Donghuang Port area has its own story circulating around the world.

"Oh, whatever, I don't care anymore."

Upon being told this, Luo naturally looked utterly dejected.

...

After the coronation ceremony, the next step, naturally, was the customary parade and military review.

Because the location was chosen to be Ironblood, the parade segment was shortened to some extent.

In any case, everyone's focus is still on this military parade.

It's worth noting that the last Iris Parade was many years ago.

...

"War-weary, I am a little tired. Indeed, I should not have had any expectations of the Iris."

After a while, the military parade had nothing new to offer, which made Queen Elizabeth yawn.

"Wait, Your Majesty, there's something flying over from the sky."

"Hmm? Up in the sky, it must be Iris's air force. I didn't expect they had one."

Rubbing her eyes, Queen Elizabeth looked up at the sky.

The next second, her eyes widened.

Because in her eyes, two angels suddenly appeared flying in the sky.

As a member of the royal family with similar religious beliefs, Queen Elizabeth knew very well what that meant.

"Besides Joan of Arc, is there a second one?"

...

"The Archangel. I didn't expect the Marseillaise to synchronize with it so smoothly."

"The one you found before, Xiafei, seems to be completely unsuitable."

In the audience, Robbe was sitting with Clemenceau.

Rob was actually quite curious about this youngest sister of the Richelieu class.

"Hehe~ I don't know the reason behind that~"

"By the way, Commander, after this is over, please return to Iris first."

"There are still many things over there that require your personal attention."

"..."

"Okay, I understand."

On his very first day in office, he already had things to do. Luo Bo felt like he was getting further and further down the road of being worked to death. What was going on?

...

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Joan of Arc and the Marseillaise circled the field, slowly descending in altitude.

Meanwhile, the crowd below, who had come all the way from Iris, erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

In their view, the angel descending from the sky was a sign of divine recognition and blessing upon the entire Iris family.

"Well, putting everything else aside, the results are pretty good."

"Then, my commander, do you have any similar ones?"

Feeling the enthusiastic atmosphere, Clemenceau immediately turned his attention to Rob.

"Heh, guess?"

...

Nighttime, in Sanssouci Palace.

A grand cocktail party is underway.

Those involved were all top figures from their respective factions.

Jean Bart, dressed in a dark tuxedo, was sitting in the corner with a wine glass in his hand.

The off-shoulder and backless design showcased a large area of ​​her alabaster-like skin.

A pair of high heels further accentuated her already long and slender legs, making them even more alluring.

However, compared to her outfit, which should have made her the center of attention at the party, her expression at that moment was not so pleasant.

A series of events occurred today that have left one of the leaders of the Iris Theocracy somewhat agitated.

"What's going on, Jean Bart?"

Clemenceau, also dressed in a formal gown, walked slowly with graceful steps.

Compared to her two older sisters, her fuller figure made her look exceptionally sexy and charming in the dress.

She had noticed earlier that her older sister seemed somewhat distracted.

"Tsk, what are you doing here?"

He picked up his glass, downed the drink in one gulp, and gave his sister a disapproving look.

"Hehe, it seems like you have something on your mind, sister~"

"How about... I guess?"

"Hmm...it's about the Commander, right?"

"You...tch~"

Jean Bart, whose secret had been exposed, spat and turned his head away somewhat guiltily.

After straightening his dress, Clemenceau sat down next to Jean Bart.

"My sister, do you know?"

"Actually, the rumors about you and the Commander are no less numerous than those about Richelieu~"

"What are you trying to say, you idiot?"

When his younger sister brought up the matter, Jean Bart, who had already drunk quite a bit, blushed instantly.

"Hmm~ Did you know that there are actually many other rumors about the Commander?"

"That guy already has a lot of strange rumors about him, so what exactly are you trying to say?"

Clemenceau shifted his body, pressing himself even closer to Jean Bart.

"Hmm~ how should I put it?"

Clemenceau looked at his already very shy older sister with a teasing smile.

"Anyway, the relationship between the commander and Richelieu was just a rumor to begin with."

"Now that this has already become a reality, then..."

"Jean Barn, do you have any ideas about turning other rumors into reality?"

With that, Clemenceau put his mouth close to Jean Bart's ear.

Before long, steam began to rise from Jean Bart's head, and his red eyes began to develop into round eyes.

It was obvious that her younger sister's words had overloaded her engine.

"Alright, that's my suggestion. If you don't want to lose to Richelieu, tonight might be your last chance~"

"Of course, if you're scared, then just pretend I didn't say anything."

With that, Clemenceau laughed and strode away.

Jean Bart, blushing, looked at his younger sister's back, which was far more mature than his own, and wondered what she was thinking.

Chapter 675: Jean Bart: Victory! Then Domination!

Clemenceau circled the area, exchanged brief conversations with several ships from other factions, and then returned to the corner where Jean Bart had been.

However, this time, her older sister was not here.

The only record that proves Jean Bart's existence before his death is an empty wine glass.

"Oh dear, it seems my sister is even more anxious than I expected."

Sitting in the spot where Jean Bart had just been, Clemenceau picked up the wine glass that Jean Bart had emptied before leaving and examined it closely.

"However... I wonder if the two older sisters are enough to draw the Commander's attention to Iris..."

As he spoke slowly, Clemenceau gradually drifted into a daze.

...

Inside Rob's makeshift lounge.

"Alright, Belfast, you should go and rest too."

After a long and exhausting day, and having just settled his business and his feline overlord, Rob really didn't want to move an inch.

Rob felt utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

All he wants to do now is get a good night's sleep.

Yeah, I don't want a big fox to appear even in my dreams.

"Yes, my master."

"Hmm~ but..."

As he spoke, Belfast looked at Rob with a slight smile.

"If you'd like to rest now, Master, I'm afraid that's not possible~"

"Huh? What?"

Rob, who was about to rest, suddenly raised his head and looked at the head maid.

However, the head maid didn't seem to want to explain too much; she simply bowed and slowly left the room.

What's going on?

Looking completely bewildered, Rob thought for a while, probably realizing that he had indeed forgotten something.

However, after being caught by the big fox in his sleep for several days in a row, he was indeed feeling somewhat listless.

So after thinking for a long time, I still couldn't remember what I had forgotten.

"Forget it, I'd better just go to sleep quietly. Hopefully, I can get a good night's sleep this time."

...

However, before Rob could even start tidying up, the door to his room was violently pushed open.