Kilsager and Chat Groups

"Bismarck?" A shout broke the silence in the office. Amidst the mountain of documents, a blond-haired bun suddenly appeared.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the war-weary old lady who had just been added to the chat group.

"I'm here. If you're looking for the prototype ship girl from Ironblood, I can make an appointment for you right away."

Upon hearing the sound, Bismarck, who had been busy organizing documents near her desk, stopped what she was doing. She carefully steadied the documents that were about to slip off the desk to make sure they wouldn't fall to the ground due to Warspite's earlier careless action.

Then, she turned to face Warspite, frowned slightly, and asked, "What happened?"

Warspite strode over to Bismarck, excitedly pointing ahead and exclaiming, "A blue screen suddenly appeared in front of me! I don't know what it is!"

As she spoke, she gestured to her secretary to show the size and shape of the mysterious screen.

Seeing this, Bismarck quickly bent down, gently removed his glove, and placed his right hand on Warspite's forehead, asking with concern, "Are you feeling unwell? Are you hallucinating because you're sick?"

"I'm not sick!" Warspite angrily shook off Bismarck's hand and pointed at the blue square floating in the air again, shouting, "It's right here! It's so obvious, how can you not see it?"

Bismarck looked up in the direction Warspite was pointing, but all she saw was empty air; there was no blue screen at all.

However, when she met Warspite's anxious and puzzled gaze, a thought struck her—it seemed that Warspite hadn't lied; that is, this strange phenomenon really existed, but she just couldn't see it.

Thinking of this, Bismarck's expression turned serious, and she murmured to herself, "Could this be... a Sirens plot?"

"It's impossible, right? Sirens can't even do UI design properly?" Warspite put her face on the table, her chubby cheeks making Bismarck really want to poke them.

Tarachin: Welcome newcomer!

Renault: Welcome, newcomer!

Chen Huijie: Welcome to the chat group~

Tina: Welcome~

Azure Star: The newbie is a ship girl! But what's with the clone ship girl thing? @Kirsage

Kilsager: Don't ask me, I don't know.

El: It should look like the prototype and the mass-production version.

Azure Star: I see.

El: By the way, Sister Killer, do you have enough Jaegers in your inventory?

Kirsage: Even if you wanted a hundred different ones right now, I could send them to you.

Kirsa: I also created some brand new Jaegers at the Soul Forge.

Chen Huijie: The Hercules shattered the Star Pod, and now the international community is in chaos, investigating the origins of the Hercules.

Chen Huijie: The Guard Bureau and the National Defense Force are too busy. Does anyone have spare combat power to help?

Tina: Doesn't Sister Chen Huijie have the Imperial Guard?

Chen Huijie: I wouldn't dare to use the Imperial Guards until I knew the situation clearly.

Kirsaj: I have some converted Death Guards here, you can use them. I'll send the equipment over later.

Chen Huijie: Thank you.

Tarachin: Why didn't you come to me?

Chen Huijie: I'm afraid something is missing.

Tarachin: Slander! This is slander! How could I possibly steal anything!

Tarachin: I picked them all up!

"What are all these things?" Warspite made a face like an old man using a cell phone on the subway.

"Should we call Yixian and Fushun over?" Bismarck suggested with some concern, perhaps the prototype ship girls could see something.

"Then..." Before Warspite could finish speaking, she noticed a notification in the chat group.

Kearsarge: What kind of Jaeger does Warspite want? @Warspite

Warwear: You know me?

Kearsarge: I know, or more accurately, I know your prototype, the Queen Elizabeth-class battleship HMS Warspite, the second ship of the class.

Warwear: What is this chat group for?

Kirsage: As you can see, chatting, helping each other, that's it.

Warwear: How can I trust you?

Kilsager: Simple, you come here or I'll go to you.

Warwear: So, come here?

Kirsage: Sure, but my visit to you might be a bit too much of a shock to the Sirens.

War weariness: Why?

Kirsar: Because I'm kind of like one of the things they're dealing with right now.

War weariness: ?

Warwear: What else do the Sirens have to deal with?

Kearsarge: Knowing this won't do you any good... Did you think I would say that?

Kilsager: A higher-dimensional thing called X, I don't know what it is.

Warwear: Huh?

Kirsage: I'm a ship girl too, don't you want to believe me?

War-weary: Then I'll come to your place.

Kirsa: Hmm, call me when you're ready.

"Bismarck, you will assume all my duties while I am away," Warspite said, straightening her appearance as she addressed Bismarck, who stood beside her.

"what are you up to?"

Warspite chuckled softly and replied, "A ship girl named Kirsage extended an invitation to me."

As she spoke, she lightly jumped off the stool, reached out and tightly grasped Bismarck's right arm, as if to convey some strength and confidence to him, and then added, "Don't worry, with my strength, nothing will happen."

"If you weren't strong, you wouldn't be able to become the Director-General of the Eastern Maritime Bureau." Bismarck's eyes gradually softened. She was a Royal Navy ship girl, yet she was the strongest in the Eastern Maritime Bureau besides the original ship girls.

"Okay, then I'm off." Warspite looked at the time travel request displayed in the chat group and clicked on it solemnly.

After seeing Warspite disappear, Bismarck shook his head and began working on the documents Warspite had not finished.

As for Warspite's safety, Bismarck was not worried. This old lady, who had served longer than the prototype ship girl Warspite, had defeated several prototype ship girls of the Eastern Empire in a one-on-one battle. She herself was the strongest combat force that the Eastern Empire could quickly mobilize.

If there are enemies she can't handle, Donghuang can only wait for the prototype ship girls to arrive from Azur Lane headquarters.

"Warspite is so cute." Killer Saber rubbed Warspite's little face against his cheek.

"Ugh, let me go..." Warspite, who was being rubbed and was in pain, tried to push Kirsajarn away, but all her attempts failed.

Bella stood silently to the side, and the Death Guard, who was to be handed over to Chen Huijie for riot control, also remained silent.

Under the watchful eyes of a crowd, Warspite was finally released by Kirsage.

At this point, the war-weary old lady was already thinking of running away with the train, as that Kirsage completely overwhelmed her in terms of strength.

"I was careless." Warspite rubbed his cheek, which had been rubbed red by Killer Killer, and his vigilance towards Killer Killer rose wildly.

"So what kind of mech does the venerable old lady Warspite want?" Kirsage showed Warspite her mech hangar.

The Emperor-class Titan serves as the backdrop for various mechs, with the Hercules mech and various super-large mechs surrounding the group, as if a giant god is observing tiny ants.

"Wow."