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"Why, why is this happening... Senior has returned safely, and the Siren crisis has been resolved... This should be a time of joy, so why does my heart ache?"

As soon as Mie Zhan was pulled back tightly by Empres, his feet touched the ground, and his gaze involuntarily fell on Bismarck, who was in an emo state.

Bismarck's usually cold and beautiful face now appeared somewhat gloomy, her lips trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something but forcibly held back.

Mie Zhan inwardly groaned, her lips twitching slightly. She knew very well that this matter was unlikely to end easily.

After all, the posture he and Empres had just shared was far too intimate; anyone who saw it would have misunderstood.

If anyone could hear the voice in Mie Zhan's heart at this moment, they would hear a heart-wrenching, almost desperate cry: "Wan La!"

In fact, the astute Miezan had long since realized Bismarck's deep affection for him.

However, she has always been extremely conflicted about this.

The reason is simple: she was a full sixty years older than Bismarck! She could have been Bismarck's grandmother.

Moreover, due to the large age gap, there are naturally significant differences in their mindsets.

Although in recent days, she has decided to accept Bismarck's contemptuous war and intentionally seek the feeling of her youth, even her adorable, sometimes absent-minded personality has become an aid.

Even so, she was still not truly ready to accept this relationship.

But now, suddenly, a dark horse has appeared – Empres has interfered and turned everything upside down.

Seeing Bismarck on the verge of tears, Mie Zhan was extremely anxious and quickly explained, "Olivia, it's really not what you think! There's nothing special between us!"

In desperation, Mie Zhan actually used the title he used to distinguish between Bismarck and the Iron Chancellor.

“That’s right, it’s not what you think.” Empres grabbed one of the small hands that Mie Zhan was waving around haphazardly.

Hearing Empres's reply, Bismarck breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm his wife~"

Contempt and Empres seemed to hear something break, and Bismarck's eyes lost their luster.

"I was here first, and I spent the most time with my senior..."

"Don't cause trouble!" Miscon shoved aside Empres, who was wearing a gleeful smile, and ran towards Bismarck.

Bismarck suddenly felt a powerful impact, and his body involuntarily leaned backward.

As she struggled to regain her balance, she found herself falling heavily to the ground.

Her pupils had just focused when a familiar yet unfamiliar face came into view—it was Mie Zhan's face, so close to hers!

At this moment, they were so close that they could clearly feel each other's warm breath.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and the two of them stared at each other silently, neither of them speaking first.

Bismarck's heart began to race, and an unprecedented sense of tension welled up inside him.

Just then, Mitter War broke the silence: "Bismarck, are you still willing to..."

However, before she could finish speaking, Bismarck raised her head without hesitation and kissed her.

This sudden action stunned Miszar for a moment, but she quickly responded with a passionate kiss from Bismarck.

At this moment, everything around them seemed to become unimportant; only the two of them were immersed in this sweet and passionate atmosphere.

Meanwhile, in a corner not far away, a hunched silver figure held a camera and precisely captured this heart-stirring scene.

Two beautiful ship girls were seen embracing tightly, their golden hair cascading down like a waterfall, making them look exceptionally charming.

The petite knight bravely pounced on the towering Princess Bismarck, a scene as beautiful as a painting.

At that moment, the sunlight, which had been blocked by the clouds, pierced through the clouds and shone down on them, making the whole scene even more dreamlike.

The shimmering sea surface sparkled with golden light, reflecting off them and creating an incredibly romantic scene.

Vera remained silent, simply focusing on setting the scene.

The scarab beetle was filmed from multiple angles and uploaded to Tarachin.

Empres silently repaired his ship's equipment while remaining wary of the suddenly appearing skeleton.

After a long and passionate kiss, the two ship girls slowly parted their lips.

Their faces were flushed, and their breathing was slightly rapid.

Just then, Mie Zhan, who had been immersed in sweetness, suddenly raised his head and his gaze inadvertently swept over an object not far away.

A ghostly scarab beetle, glowing with a faint green light, lay there quietly, gazing at Mie Zhan with its innocent eyes.

The scarab's unique appearance and the mysterious light it emitted immediately caught Mie Zhan's attention, and at the same time, she instantly realized who had come here.

"Tara-Sin!" Miezhan shouted the name through gritted teeth, his anger ignited instantly.

How could she not know what kind of good deeds Tarachin had just done?

Hearing Warspite's angry shouts, Tarachin remained unfazed, instead saying in a distorted, mechanical voice, "Not easy! We've finally managed to marry Warspite off!"

After saying that, he smiled smugly and quickly used dimensional teleportation to nimbly dodge the small fist that Mie Zhan was swinging at with shame and indignation.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Bismarck gently touched her lips, her fingertips feeling the lingering moisture, which convinced her that what she had just experienced was not just a dream.

"Is this... the legendary attainment of enlightenment?" Bismarck murmured to herself, unable to find the words to accurately describe her complex feelings at that moment.

Just as Bismarck was still immersed in happiness and joy, Empres looked at her expressionlessly and said indifferently, "Congratulations. But, well, there was a skeleton who recorded the whole process."

Upon hearing this, Bismarck sat bolt upright as if electrocuted. Her face turned deathly pale, and images of possible photographers flashed through her mind.

Without much thought, she had already guessed who the culprit was.

The reputation of the King of Figurines extends from Holy Terra to the Terran Empire; everyone knows him.

"Delete it!" Mie Zhan relentlessly "hunted down" Tarasin, who was holding a camera.

Seeing the speed of the two, Bismarck gave up chasing Tarasin and instead scrutinized Empres with a critical eye.

“I’m not lying to you, I am indeed her wife now.” Empres’s lips curled up slightly, and he touched his lips with his hand.

Bismarck's face stiffened, then he said firmly, "Hmph, I will take back my senior."

“I won’t give up easily.” Empres thought that the defiance was quite to her liking.

"Repent! Repent!" The voices of despair and indignation came from afar, while Tarasin was still happily teasing the war-weary old lady.