Yamato looked at the girl who was hanging her head at her in a daze, and hesitated in her heart in silence.

Before, she was always high up in the secretary ship of the town guard mansion, and almost no one could make her bow her head, but now she showed such a weak expression, as if pleading.

She sighed deeply as if in compromise and agreed to Lexington's request. "Actually, there's nothing superfluous, but if you want to hear it, I'll tell you."

"When I first captured the Admiral, I wanted to kill him directly, after all, the Admiral and the Deep Sea could not coexist." She laughed as she remembered her terrible self, like a ruthless beast to the Admiral, and didn't care about anything he had done for herself. "But in the end, I held back and didn't do anything, because he said something complimenting me, so in the end I kept him."

"If you had done it, we would have known and would have done everything in our power to destroy you." Lexington now knew that the Admiral was on the verge of death just after they left.

"I know, after all, he's your favorite admiral." Yamato chuckled and looked at Lexington, who had a serious expression, believing what she said. "Then I made a pact with him that I would let him go as long as he could make me like him for the next thirty days."

"Promise? Like him? What kind of agreement did the Admiral make with you at that time? Lexington was very curious about this strange agreement, but it was probably because of this agreement that Yamato became a wedding ship.

It was a wonderful thing to be alone with the Admiral for thirty days.

"This has nothing to do with what we're talking about today, so you don't need to know." Yamato blushed slightly and coughed a few times, "And if you don't want to continue listening, I won't say it." She snorted coldly, and returned to her indifference.

"Okay, okay, what a good memory, right, I know, I know." Lexington lay on the couch and said in a sour voice, "So what's next?" What happened to you and the Admiral? She pouted and continued to ask, with an unconcealable envy in her eyes for Yamato's experience.

"The next thing I said was that the Admiral would make me what I liked to eat every day, such as my favorite takoyaki and sushi with wasabi." She recalled the deliciousness of the time, and the outstretched tongue licked the corners of her mouth slightly. "After that, he would accompany me every day to watch the moonlight and tell me his previous stories, in short, that period of time was the happiest day after I became a deep sea, even happier than when I met Atago."

"Atago?" Lexington seemed to grasp the key to something terrible and wanted to continue, but was interrupted by Yamato's cough.

"It's all said that it doesn't matter at all!" Yamato's voice raised slightly, "Next is the most important key to the whole thing." She began to shift the subject, trying to obscure the important things that Lexington cared about.

"Okay, well, the most important thing is that I just want to know how the Admiral survived when he was in a near-death state?" Lexington's expression began to become serious, she could know from the state of Noah's Ark that the situation of Jiqi at that time was not optimistic, but how did he survive in the end, and it was still in the hands of a completely deep sea.

"Then skip the things before the deep sea, those are the secret memories of me and the admiral, even if you are a secretary ship, you don't need to know so much." Yamato actually didn't want to recall that he looked hideous like a monster at that time, it was a completely uncontrollable state, and in front of her except for the crimson blood, there was darkness that could not see the light, as if an abyss that could not break free from it enveloped her deeply.

"I don't know what I'm doing anymore after the deep sea, and I don't have any other thoughts than to tear the person in front of me apart with the long knife in my hand." She still kept the cotton cloth that wiped the blade of the knife, and the red blood stains remained on it like a brand. "So I went straight to the Commander's chest with the tip of my knife, without any hesitation or reluctance."

Lexington clenched his fists slightly, his blue eyes slightly closed, as if trying to suppress the anger rising within him. "That'...... And after that? She asked through gritted teeth, wanting to know what else was going on.

"Then the Admiral began to cough up blood, but he never let go of his hand holding me, and I just looked at him in disgust, stirring the long knife in his hand......"

Before Yamato's words were finished, Lexington's clenched fist hit her face without warning, making her face instantly flush, and the corners of her mouth began to ooze blood slightly.

"Don't talk about Yamato!" She spoke in a low voice, anger with every word she spoke. "I now know why the Admiral was reluctant to tell me what had happened, because if I did, I would have made you pay for disobeying the Admiral's orders!" Her eyes were crimson, like flames burning violently, and they were hot except for the heat.

Yamato hung his head and didn't fight back, just gently wiped the wet corners of his mouth, and the blood on the back of his hand was particularly dazzling in the light, like the anger in the other party's eyes. She knew that this was what she owed to Lexington, and as the ship's lady who was the last in the town guard to see the Admiral suffer any harm, it was normal for her to have such a reaction when she heard her cruelty at that time. If only the secretary could listen to what she had said in its entirety, she would find it strange.

"I don't blame you for this punch," Yamato whispered, raising his head, "I knew that I didn't deserve to be cared for and loved by the Admiral at that time, just like the story of the farmer and the snake, the farmer warmed the cold-blooded animal with his own body heat, and in the end he got no gratitude at all, but fangs with deadly poison." ”

"You also know that you are a cold-blooded animal, Yamato, you are really self-aware!" There was no mockery in Lexington's voice, and her resentment towards Yamato grew even stronger now when she remembered the pain of the Admiral. She was afraid that if she continued to listen to it, she might not be able to help but directly deploy the ship's equipment and take off the carrier-based aircraft, as if she were dealing with the real deep sea.

"So that's why the Admiral and I are reluctant to talk about that past, not just to him, but to me." Yamato muttered softly, now she didn't have the slightest indifference just now, except for guilt and deep apologies.

"Hurt to you? You can say that, too. Lexington remembered that the Admiral had done his best to take care of the deep sea for the past month, constantly cooking for her and chatting with her, but in the end what he got was a long knife as cold as despair, and without the slightest hesitation or pause, he plunged straight into his chest.

What kind of generosity and tolerance would it take to choose such a poisonous snake, if it was Lexington, she asked herself if she could do it.