The Duke of York looked at Bismarck, who looked as hideous as a demon, her mouth slightly open and trembling with fear, and she looked at the flame burning in the other's eyes, as if it was burning violently in front of her, and the heat produced discouraged her.

Bismarck stared at her for a few seconds with such a frightened look, and finally slowly let go of his hand, exhaling a breath with a strong fiery intensity. The Duke of York took a few steps back and sat down on the soft bed of Jiqi. She hung her head in distraction and smiled tremblingly.

As if the alcohol had completely evaporated in terror, she shuddered and laughed, as if mocking herself mercilessly. "I'm sorry Bismarck, but I lost my temper." She stood up dejectedly, looked at Jiqi who was standing next to Bismarck with apologetic eyes, and nodded slightly, as if to say sorry words to him.

She didn't continue to say anything, as if everything she was saying was in vain when she was already doomed. He just stood there and sighed deeply, as if he had completely spit out all the hope in his heart. Then she took heavy steps and left the room that did not belong and should not be associated with her.

She wanted to fully express her thoughts through alcohol, and wanted to get close to this figure that made her feel throbbing and reassured.

But she is not a bold lion, nor is she an avant-garde who can easily express her thoughts clearly, just a Duke of York with the name of a knight, even if she is stimulated by alcohol, she still can't say her heart to him, and she can only make everyone think that she is just a drunkard who is completely different from usual, and even makes Bismarck disgusted her.

In fact, she had a lot of words to explain at that time, but when these words came to her mouth, she only left a weak sigh, like a mute who couldn't speak but wanted to express it frantically.

The Duke of York hung his head and stepped on the soft floor, and walked towards the gate of the town guard's house, and outside the dark red heavy wooden gate was a wide beach, the sea reflected the rippling moonlight, and the bustling starlight crowded the sea, up and down the wet seashore along the rising and falling waters.

Bismarck was right, the most important connection between the shipwreck and the admiral was the contract signed by each other, which was something they had existed from beginning to end, and unless one of them disappeared, or one of them voluntarily gave up, such a strong thread would be broken.

But she's not the kind of ship girl who regards the contract as unimportant as the other party said, and this kind of idea means frivolity and cheapness for the ship girl, and it is an option that will never be touched. At that time, she was holding Jiqi, and she wanted to take such a perfect opportunity to fully express what she thought in her heart, perhaps in the eyes of the fool she was just drunken gibberish, but at least she could get a rough answer, whether to accept it or not.

When he mustered up the courage to speak, his sideways movements were small but clear. She knew that the gentle Admiral would not directly refuse any ship's request to sign a contract, and would only hint at it with such a slight gesture. If he had been willing to answer at the time, he would have looked at himself and waited for the next sentence.

But no, just like the monkey fishing for the moon by the well, it takes countless efforts to always be just a flower in the water.

She laughed silently, and slowly made her way to the edge of the castle that the avant-garde secretary had built for her beloved Admiral, and sat down slowly against the somewhat cold trunk of the tree, the shade of which overhead obscured most of the moonlight, and only the fragmented light seeped through the cracks and shone on her pale and feeble face.

The Duke of York hugged his knees and buried his lost face like a defeated dog.

Bismarck's unintentional words could be forced into a never-ending duel between the ship's mothers, as if it were not a simple sentence, but the greatest insult to her and her admiral. Like Lexington and Yamato, who are under their own hands and the lion, they have the same thing burning in their eyes, as long as it is related to their admiral, as long as anyone dares to threaten their admiral with words and deeds, they will bark like mad dogs who have lost their minds, and they don't care about their lives as if they were throwing away something useless.

It was something she had never seen in her fellow guards in the Royal Guardhouse, and it was like a terrible contagion that crept through the Guardhouse. And she wants to be the next infected.

Maybe that's the difference between having a Commander and not having a Commander. In this town guard's mansion, whether it is the Fuyuki sisters, who seem weak to her, the Fuso mountain castle, or the Yamato Bismarck, who makes her feel afraid of strength, everyone seems to be soft, but in fact has an indescribable stubbornness.

As Lexington told them, if everyone in a town guard is easy to talk to, then they will not be bullied to death. Admiral gentleness is a reality that they can't change, so what they can do is to make themselves extremely strong, their backs straightened, and they use their toughness to protect the figure who has been smiling.

Although she didn't know what kind of catastrophe this town guard had experienced before, it would make all the ship's mothers love her admiral so much. However, judging from the information collected, in the war that wiped out all the towns and garrisons on the human front, there was a new and completely different deep-sea delusion fleet from the previous one.

Almost all the town guards did not dare to face this sharp sword.

Just when everyone thought that the deep sea would start the so-called deep sea century and turn the whole world into their territory, this admiral named Jiqi stood up and used his own not very powerful fleet to completely defeat the deep sea ship girl, and the Yamato in the black cherry blossom kimono directly destroyed the opponent's flagship with her main gun, marking the end of the battle.

And that seemingly gentle figure appeared in that battle. In other words, in that battle with the Deep Sea Delusion Fleet, he was directly involved, unlike other admirals, hiding in the rear and waiting for answers.

Perhaps it is precisely because of such a commander who dares to accompany them silently all the time that he will have such brilliant results. Otherwise, Bismarck, who had visited the royal town guard's mansion, would not have turned his face directly because of his words, and even wanted to use a duel to let herself know her determination.

You must know that the duel in her mouth is not an ordinary exercise, but a real battle, the kind that never stops, and the duel will only end if one side sinks in the sea forever. And there are only a few cases in history where such a duel has been used to resolve contradictions. So when Bismarck gritted his teeth and said such crazy things to her, the Duke of York had only one thought, that is, the other party was already crazy and did not care about anything like a madman.

But when she saw the flame burning in the other party's eyes and saw Lexington's unstoppable expression, she knew that it was not the other party who was crazy, but herself.

When a commander can accompany his ship mother to fight with him regardless of his life, the ship girl can also engage in an endless duel with the other party for a simple word. This is the real ship girl and admiral, who put each other's most precious lives into each other's hands, this is the sublimation of emotional accumulation, not the throbbing of their own moments.

She looked up at the moonlight, revealing a sarcasm at her own mockery.

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