Elder brother's garrison

"Hmm?" Tirpitz turned around. "Eugen?"

"Yes."

"Oh wow, welcome back."

Tirpitz turned his head back and continued to vigorously rub the handle.

Prince Eugen wasn't disappointed by Tirpitz's lukewarm response; Tirpitz had always been like that, approaching everything with a rather uninspiring enthusiasm.

When the Admiral presented Tirpitz with the wedding ring, she accepted it with an expression that said it would be troublesome to refuse, so she might as well just go along with it.

Prince Eugen glanced around; the living room was still quite clean, except for a few bags of potato chips that had just been opened next to Tirpitz, which hadn't been thrown into the trash. It seemed Bismarck had tidied up before leaving.

Prince Eugen walked over to Tirpitz and sat down.

Prince Eugen wasn't actually interested in video games, but since Bismarck was often away on work, after helping her out, Prince Eugen would sit next to Tirpitz and watch her play games.

The little characters on the TV are quite cute, and Tirpitz's gaming skills are excellent. Watching her play games is quite enjoyable, even if it's just like watching an animated film.

Are you looking for something by wandering around here?

"A temple."

What is a temple?

"Collecting elements."

Is it something very useful?

"Upgrade."

"Oh……"

……

Tirpitz's operational skills are excellent, but his decryption abilities are somewhat weak.

Tirpitz's character ran around on the screen, seemingly trying to find something, but still found nothing.

Prince Eugen looked at Tirpitz's calm face, but sensed that this man was currently trying to cheat his way to power.

"If only the admiral were here..."

Suddenly, Tirpitz muttered something unconsciously.

"Hmm?" Prince Eugen's attention was drawn to Tirpitz's words. "Is he the new admiral?"

"Hmm?" Tirpitz didn't realize at first that he seemed to have said what was on his mind. After thinking for a while, he nodded. "Hmm."

"What kind of person is the new admiral?"

"It smells nice, feels soft, and must taste delicious," Tirpitz replied casually. "A nice person."

"What a strange metaphor to use 'delicious'!"

“I had no choice, I haven’t eaten all day,” Tirpitz replied.

"Huh?" Prince Eugen stood up and ran out of the living room.

After a while, Prince Eugen ran back.

"There are ready-made dishes in the refrigerator."

"It's too cold, don't want it." Tirpitz turned his head away as if in a huff.

"What if you get really hungry?"

"Let's eat potato chips."

"It's bad for your health!"

"I'm a ship girl, I won't get sick."

“The ship's equipment won’t get sick, but you will!” Prinz Eugen put his hands on his hips.

"Hmm..." Tirpitz dragged out his words as he lay down on the ground. "Let's cook, Eugenio, I'm hungry."

"Oh, okay." Prince Eugen instinctively turned to go to the kitchen. "By the way, if you don't want it cold, can't you just heat it up?"

"...too lazy to be hot."

“Ugh…” Eugen clearly expressed her dissatisfaction with Tirpitz’s laziness, but still ran briskly to the kitchen and started chopping cabbage on the cutting board.

living room.

Hearing the familiar, pleasant sound of chopping vegetables, Tirpitz put down the handle.

She glanced at the bag of potato chips beside her.

I thought about it.

I still threw it in the trash can.

Chapter 37 Dreams and Enemy Attacks

Saratoga had a dream.

In the dream, in a purple night as brilliant as a jewel, the stars twinkled like beautiful colored lights embedded in the night sky. His admiral knelt before him, holding a bouquet of sparkling crystal flowers. He reached out and pulled a glittering ring from his clothes.

The diamond set in the ring was huge, like the brightest star in the night sky.

His sister, dressed in a wedding gown, stood behind him, clapping her hands with a gentle smile, offering her silent blessings.

He reached out his hand and slowly slipped the bright ring onto his finger.

With a whoosh, as if by magic, he felt a lightness in his body after receiving the admiral's ring. His sailor uniform, which he usually wore, tore apart like pieces of paper, and the shredded clothes spun around in the air.

The fragments, like snowflakes melting into the earth, slowly drifted back onto her body, weaving together to form a light and airy wedding dress.

Saratoga lowered his head, about to say something with a smile.

The admiral, however, turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood.

She fell silently into Saratoga's arms.

The blood flowing from the corner of her mouth bloomed like bright red flowers on the white wedding dress.

Saratoga lowered her head, staring blankly at the admiral who had already lost his breath in her arms.

The bright red of the blood stung Saratoga's eyes, and then, as if finally waking up, Saratoga seemed to realize something.

what……

I remember now, the admiral... he's been dead for a long time.

Saratoga looked up.

The older sister, standing in the distance, was holding the admiral's hand, a happy smile on her face.

Admiral?

Isn't the admiral in my arms?

How did I end up with my sister?

Saratoga lowered his head.

The admiral in her arms had somehow transformed into a black-haired, black-eyed girl.

The girl slept soundly, peaceful as a princess.

Suddenly, the ring that had just been shining like a star inexplicably turned into a thick, long chain. As if it had come to life, it crawled like a snake around Saratoga's neck, tightly constricting her slender neck and making it hard for her to breathe.

The cold chains tightened more and more, and Saratoga painfully reached out her hand to Lexington.

elder sister……

Save me...

Suddenly, the girl in Saratoga's arms reached out and gently stopped Saratoga's outstretched hand.

The girl who was sleeping in Saratoga's arms just a second ago opened her eyes.

She watched Saratoga quietly.

The black eyes were like black holes, swallowing Saratoga's will to escape.

She opened her mouth and uttered three words.

You are mine.

—The world turned into a dark, gloomy black.

Wake up from dream.

Saratoga slowly opened her eyes.

A hazy sense of dizziness surged up like a tide, then slowly receded.

Saratoga rubbed his forehead.

The moonlight streamed in through the window like water, flowing continuously across the bed.

Saratoga's head was pressed against Xiaobai's chest, and her hands had somehow reached behind her, gently embracing her.

Saratoga looked at the little white creature she was holding.

The sleeping Little White frowned slightly, seemingly not sleeping very comfortably either.

—Being pressed down on while sleeping probably wouldn't be very comfortable.

This is the four-person room that Bismarck bought.

There are two double beds in the room. Little White and Saratoga sleep in one bed, and Bismarck sleeps in the other.

Awakened from a nightmare and wide awake, Saratoga held the little white dog with a blank expression.

It's like hugging a pillow.

Xiaobai has a scent that is remarkably similar to that of the Admiral.

Saratoga has never had any close contact with Shiro. Among the ship girls in the naval base, Saratoga is probably the one who is closest to Shiro, yet has the least contact with her.

Ship girls who lose their admirals are like empty shells without souls, feeling incredibly empty emotionally.

The more this emptiness is suppressed, the more thoroughly it rebounds.

Even when she is awake, Saratoga will try to restrain her instinct to hug Whitebeard, but when she is asleep and no longer bound by her shackles, she will naturally reach out to Whitebeard, who is only an arm's length away from her.

The aura emanating from Shiro was like a drug, drawing Saratoga in. Whether Saratoga welcomed it or rejected it, she ultimately couldn't resist this fundamental desire stemming from her status as a ship girl.

Saratoga slowly moved closer to Little White.

Saratoga knew she should let go.

But I can't control myself.

As Saratoga tightened her grip, Little White began to show signs of discomfort.

Saratoga watched quietly as Little White's brows furrowed slightly, and a few uncomfortable groans gradually escaped her throat.

I've already started hurting Xiaobai.

It's time to stop.

Saratoga gently pressed her lips to the white, delicate neck.

The girl's soft skin and the wonderful aura that quietly emanated from her seemed to make Saratoga lose consciousness for a short time.

I want to suck hard.

I want to slowly tear and bite it with my teeth.

Her breathing gradually became rapid.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

Saratoga doesn't dislike Inuit.

He just didn't want Xiaobai to replace the admiral in his heart.

That was his one and only admiral.

Even if she were the admiral's sister, she could never replace him.