Morning

Tirbitz looked at the empty room in a daze, the sunlight outside the window already shining through the thick curtains, with the characteristic warmth of winter and the faint laughter outside the door.

She knew that this should be a lively and energetic blowing snow and fantasy, since Teacher Helena announced the end of the class of the group of elementary school students, they were like wild horses, venting in the huge town guard mansion every day. And what wakes her up every morning is not only the warm sunlight outside the window, but also the familiar noise.

Usually at this time, she would use a pillow to talk about her head suffocating, and continue to lie on the bed in a different position and not want to get up, but today there is no laziness at all, only a deep emptiness, as if this is an isolated room, she is alone in a small space, feeling the change of light and shadow.

She sighed deeply, sat up and looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall, and smiled stupidly, as if bitter as if gratifying. She had stayed up all night last night, waiting for the familiar footsteps, but in the midst of worry and anticipation, her sister's familiar footsteps did not appear outside the door, and the whole night was only empty silence, as if the world was so big that only she was left.

She knew that her sister must have spent the night in the Admiral's room, after all, the two of them under the stars had brought each other so closely, and it was only a matter of course, and she could guess what they had done during the night without thinking.

And as the younger sister of the stupid sister with low emotional intelligence, I should be happy for her, but my eyes are shrouded in a faint mist, and I can't see clearly. She closed her eyes forcefully and slumped limply on the soft bed, staring at the darkness in her retina, chuckling tremblingly.

My sister finally took that step, and perhaps now she has put on the wedding ring prepared for her by the Admiral, and has become the new wedding ship in the town guard's mansion, humming a cheerful tune and sitting in the office happily handling official documents. Yes, my sister is Bismarck, who has the title of flagship killer, and she is just an inconsequential "lonely queen of the north", a dead house girl who likes to stay in her room, what qualifications do you have to ask for the love of the admiral? She turned to her side and grinned, bitterness like a slow-flowing liquid filling her inky pupils, slowly solidifying inside.

At this time, she remembered the fairy tale that appeared in the comic book, the mermaid princess who gave everything for the prince, but in the end only got the ending of turning into foam and floating in the sun. If my sister was the princess who could reverse this sad ending, she was just the witch who cast a spell on her, and she could do nothing but pour all her mana into that grand magic.

She is not as brave as her sister, nor is she as good as her sister. In the past, when I was at the Royal Naval Academy, my sister went out every day to teach the new Admiral, and she was just a sister who never appeared in other people's mouths, and she didn't even have a loud name. This situation will only appear in the dragon set in the game, because the maker has not focused on her at all, and being able to give such a passer-by a name is a great charity, so what else can she ask for?

Because the dragon set in the plot is just a stepping stone to set off the protagonist's tallness, there will be no good quality at all, and like her now, she can't do anything except stay in the room. Even when the fleet goes to sea in peacetime, no one would think of calling her along, because in the eyes of everyone, she should have stayed in the town guard mansion and guarded the house, just like Noah's Ark, who had no combat ability but was a wedding ship.

The other party is a ship girl with special abilities and it is reasonable, but she is simply forgotten, like something that has no sense of existence, no one cares about her joys and sorrows, as long as she always exists, just like an abandoned doll, except for putting it in the corner and getting dusty, there is no other use.

She sighed slightly, looked at the plain white chalk wall, and fell silent in the midst of the noise.

Suddenly, crisp footsteps sounded at the door, from far and near, with a familiar smell. Tirpitz knew it was his sister's voice, the one who hadn't returned all night.

The closed wooden door was quietly pushed open, and the black figure was slowly lengthened by the sunlight outside the window, approaching little by little.

"Tirpitz?" Bismarck, who was standing in the doorway, spoke softly, looking at his sister lying on the bed with his back to him, not knowing what to say.

Tirbitz hummed softly, sort of an answer. In an instant, the whole room was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing, and both of them seemed to be thinking silently, thinking about how to respond to each other's questioning, and the two remained silent, neither of them spoke first. The light with the dust mixed with the sound of cheerful laughter drifts slowly, like fallen dead leaves, responding to the passage of time.

"Sister......" Tirpitz whispered, "Sister has already put on the ring given by the commander, right?" She didn't question, she didn't complain, just a simple question, but with the clarity that she already knew everything.

Although she is homely, she is not stupid, at least in terms of feelings. In the past, my sister approached with brisk steps and steps, and never stood at the door like this when she opened the door, and if she was stern, if she saw herself still lying on the bed at this time, she would definitely not be so gentle, but directly lifted the quilt and sternly got herself up.

But today is different, completely different. Although she did not see Bismarck's expression, she could guess from her hesitant movements and hesitant tone that her sister was thinking about how to explain what had happened last night.

She knew what happened last night, and she definitely couldn't hide it from herself, so she was thinking about the explanation from the beginning, and wanted to say the fact that she had become a wedding ship in as plain a tone as possible.

"Yes...... Yes," Bismarck replied with a smirk, and she found that her sister's tone was not the cheerful and lazy of her past, but with a faint sadness, as if she had destroyed the book she had worked so hard to make, and every word was filled with utter sadness. "Admiral, give it to me...... I put on my wedding ring and made me the new wedding ship in the town guard's mansion. She nodded, hesitantly stating everything she did.

"Congratulations to my sister." Tirpitz said with a smile, but the laughter was like a withered yellow pine, and he was weak. "Sister, go out first, I'll get up for breakfast later." She turned, buried her little head under the pillow, her voice trembling like a beating note.

Bismarck was silent when she didn't look at Tirbitz with a straight face, although she didn't know what was happening, but she could clearly feel that her sister didn't want to be disturbed at this time, but wanted to be alone. She sighed slightly, nodded in reply, and closed the door to leave.

The sound of footsteps sounded slowly, and one by one gradually faded. Once again, the world was at peace, but the liquid that overflowed soaked everything like a torrent, sweeping Tirbitz's entire world with a sense of sadness.

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