Azur Lane Mobile Front.

"Heh~"

Faced with her older sister's somewhat hesitant answer, Roma simply smiled.

"that..."

"Rome, this way, from now on it's all up to you and Littorio."

After a moment of silence, Veneto's voice rang out again.

"Please take good care of that child in the Empire as well."

Seeing her older sister's resigned expression, Roma opened her eyes with a sense of helplessness.

"Littorio and I can handle things here."

"As for the Empire, you can take care of it yourself."

"Huh?"

"Anyway, she doesn't have anything to do here."

"You should take her with you later, so you can look after each other there."

"But..."

"There are no 'buts'. I've already discussed this with the Empire."

"...All right."

It has to be said that in the shipbuilding world where everyone is a sister-to-sister duo, Veneto is quite an oddity.

"Alright, now it's my turn to ask questions."

Rome sat up straight in the bath.

With her hands on Veneto's shoulders, the towering bridge of the Veneto-class battleship allowed the two to stage a "high-level forum" in the bath.

"What is your current strength?"

"Huh?"

Chapter 903: Lavos and Good Man Richard

In the guest room.

"Master, are you resting here today?"

Belfast, with little Belfa by her side, gave Rob his usual bedtime greeting.

"Ok?"

Rob was somewhat puzzled by his head maid's question.

He stopped his "parent-child interaction" with Belfast and looked at the head maid with a puzzled expression.

"Oh, Lady Littorio, didn't I give you something?"

The head maid didn't speak very frankly in front of the children.

Upon hearing this, Belfast looked up and gazed innocently at Rob.

"Master, what is it?"

"Cough~ It's nothing."

Rob rubbed Belfast's head and awkwardly dropped the matter.

...

Robb did not stay in the Sardinian Empire for long.

After informing Littorio of the upcoming joint exercises between the various factions and extending an invitation, Rob set off for the next stop on his Europa mission—the Iris Theocracy.

At the airport, Littorio and Roma watched Rob's private plane take off, their expressions somewhat serious.

What do you think of this invitation?

"In my opinion, he's giving us a hint."

"Ha, it's rare for me to agree with your point of view."

"And what's your opinion?"

"It's time. Anyway, we've done more than enough, haven't we?"

"..."

...

Royal residence, the Queen's bedroom.

"Sheffield, I need an explanation!"

At this moment, Her Majesty the Queen is furious with Sheffield, who is in charge of royal intelligence.

The reason is, of course, quite simple.

Just when the Royals thought Luo was about to leave, he told them, "I've already finished work and am going home. I'll be at your doorstep soon!"

Queen Elizabeth, if she had any self-respect, would not have tolerated this.

"The situation in Donghuang is the responsibility of the grudge."

Despite his king's wrath, Sheffield remained expressionless.

"That bastard, Yuanchou—!!!"

Queen Elizabeth clenched her teeth, her scepter creaking under her grip.

If Sheffield is like slacking off at work, then the feud in Donghuang is basically like skipping work altogether.

What angered Queen Elizabeth even more was...

Because of the great distance, she had no way to deal with the grudge for the time being.

Of course, if she knew that her grudge was now being focused on Queen Elizabeth Meta, Her Majesty would probably be furious on the spot.

"Phew~ Sheffield, I'll remember this one."

"We're almost there. This time, don't let me lose face!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

...

The capital of the Iris Theocracy.

It has been a while since Rob last came here.

Whether it was just his imagination or not, Rob felt that Clemenceau, who had been working here for a long time, was looking at him strangely.

"Commander, here is a summary of our Iris expedition this time."

Clemenceau solemnly handed a stack of documents to Rob.

This not only made Rob's eyes widen, but even Richelieu and Jeanbart found it somewhat unbelievable.

Logically, this report should have been issued by Donghuang.

After all, the Eastern Empire should be more aware of the performance of the Iris and other ships this time.

How did you do that?

"Hehe~ This was compiled by Algeria and the others when the Commander was still in the Sardinian Empire."

"How was it? Did it help?"

Rob gave Clemenceau a meaningful look and then opened the report in front of him.

Richelieu and Jean Bart also joined in at this moment.

Two distinct yet equally pleasant fragrances wafted into Rob's nose.

...

This report analyzes the newly equipped mechs of the Iris Theocracy from the perspective of traditional warships.

At the same time, in addition to Richelieu, Clemenceau also analyzed Jean Bart and Joan of Arc, who had previously changed their costumes.

It's clear that even while busy with political affairs, Clemenceau still managed to dedicate a considerable amount of time to compiling this report.

In Clemenceau's view, this batch of refitted Leo was already powerful enough to deal with the mass-produced Sirens.

However, when facing high-ranking Sirens, they may find themselves willing but unable to do so.

On the Iris Kingdom's side, the number of ships capable of handling this situation is not small compared to other factions.

However, in this report, Clemenceau still subtly mentioned that it would be best for the current batch of Rios to undergo one or two upgrades in the future.

In this way, the Iris fleet would be able to handle most situations.

"A very detailed report."

"I'll look into it further."

"We'll discuss it together then."

Closing the report, Rob looked at Clemenceau.

"It's good that it helps."

"Of course, this report isn't free!"

Clemenceau smiled slightly, causing Richelieu and Jean Bart, who were standing next to Robb, to change their expressions simultaneously.

...

In an abandoned experimental site.

"..."

Arbitrator Lavos and his fleet were now on high alert.

Whether they were Agent-class or mass-produced Antix who could only be called cannon fodder, they were all in a wartime posture at this moment.

But in front of them was only one person.

However, this one person was enough to make the arbitrator, Lavos, pay close attention.

Because, standing in front of her was Richard, a good man.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you? Are you scared?"

Beneath his short silver hair, his crimson eyes still shone with a manic light.

Richard, the good man, still wore that wicked, maniacal laugh.

She seemed completely unconcerned about the entire Arbitrator fleet.

"...A Class V threat has been detected approaching."

"The only option: annihilation."

"No, the fleet is too small. We recommend an immediate retreat."

Arbitrator Lavos muttered to himself.

"Hmm? Not planning to fight?"

"Well, I was originally planning to catch up with you anyway."

"Hey, I'm talking."

"You should have the coordinates of that world, right?"

With that, good man Richard vanished from the spot.

The next moment, she appeared in front of the arbitrator, Lavos.

Upon encountering the suddenly approaching good man Richard, Lavois immediately disintegrated his vessel and then reassembled it from a distance.

"Tsk, it seems you're not very willing to cooperate."

"Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson, Antix!"

In Richard's eyes, a crimson light shone brightly, while a dark and chaotic aura surrounded her.

A jet-black tornado rose and churned on the sea surface.