Nelson woke up from a nightmare feeling so uncomfortable that her head seemed to explode at any moment, and cold sweat curled down her forehead.

Nelson didn't bother with the cold sweat on his head, but subconsciously touched to the side, looking for the bottle of whiskey that he hadn't finished drinking.

"Squeak-" With a slight tremor, the door to the room was gently pushed open, and the blinding sunlight ran in from outside, and Nelson had to squint, the cold sweat on his head reflected the sunlight, which stood out in the darkness.

A tall dark figure appeared, obscuring the glare of the sun, and Nelson squinted at it.

"It's prestige, cough, cough, cough." Nelson's throat was a little uncomfortable due to excessive drinking, "Help me turn on the light." ”

Prestige turned on the lights, and her appearance in a maid's outfit appeared in Nelson's eyes in its entirety. Nelson turned his head and continued to look for his whiskey.

"Miss Nelson!"

"What's wrong?" Nelson finally touched her whiskey.

"Bringing you with you to Paris is not for you to continue to drink, Miss Nelson." Prestige stepped forward to snatch the bottle from Nelson's hand, but she dodged it.

"Do your duty, Nelson!" Prestige stared at Nelson's eyes, but Nelson drank to himself, "You were sent to protect the war-weary, not to let you have a hangover!" ”

"Isn't it you?" Nelson's hand holding the whiskey shook slightly, and he continued to say in an uncaring tone, "Lord God of War in Ingillia. As long as you are here, what crumbs dare to invade Ingilia? ”

"Nelson!" Prestige shouted loudly, "Remember who you are, you are the pride of Ingilia!" One of the Navy's Big Seven! Do you still have a little bit of what an ingrian should be? Hasn't the murder of Hood and the disappearance of Wales yet set you up to wake up! ”

"Aren't you there? Come back when you can't solve it......"

Before Nelson could finish his words, he was punched a few meters away by Prestige, and the whiskey flew into the air and smashed to the ground, spilling the liquor inside, and the room was instantly filled with the smell of alcohol.

Nelson numbly got up from the ground and staggered a few steps.

"You are not an Ingilian warrior at all now!" The prestige seems to have been stirred up by Nelson's decadence, "You are a piece of waste, a piece of waste that can't do anything." ”

"yes." Nelson's voice finally carried a hint of emotion, but it revealed a deep sadness, "I am a waste, a waste who can't do anything." ”

"Can you understand the feeling of sinking your own sister with your own hands!" Nelson shouted at Prestige.

"I can't do anything, I can only watch my sister turn into the deep sea, become my enemy." Nelson's eyes were filled with tears, "And then I'm going to sink her with my own hands, isn't a sister who can't save her sister but can only kill her with her own hands!" ”

Prestige didn't answer, and stepped forward with a punch that knocked Nelson, who had just stood up, to the ground. Blood was pouring down Nelson's face, and she tried to get up, but her vision was a little blurry, and she stumbled and tried to hold on to the wall, but the wall wasn't on her side. She looked at Prestige, and Prestige had come to her.

"You're not the only one who has a sister, Nelson." Prestige grabbed Nelson's collar, her voice grim.

"yes." Nelson also remembered what happened to Prestige, "You didn't even see your sister for the last time. ”

"It's not necessarily okay to fight back against her!" Prestige retorted.

"Rubbish! Hahaha! Nelson laughed and shook Prestige's hand away, "You're a waste too!" We are all rubbish! ”

"You and I need to calm down." Prestige, wiped the blood from Nelson's face with a handkerchief, Nelson accepted it calmly, and the laughter slowly stopped, leaving only some sobs that seemed to be nothing.

"I'll come back again." Remembering what she had been doing here, Prestige expertly cleaned up the room and removed all the empty bottles from Nelson's room.

"This is the last bottle." She tossed Nelson a bottle of wine, "That's the limit of war-weariness." ”

"Hope ......" prestige walked to the door, "The next time I come, I'll see the old Nelson." Remember what you said. ”

"Ingilia needs everyone to do their job."

Prestige closed the door and left, and the room fell silent again. Nelson sat down on the ground, the bottle of wine that Prestige had thrown at her rolled to her feet, but she didn't care, she just stared at the ceiling in a daze, the wound on her face began to bleed again, and the hot feeling was completely different from the cold sweat before.

*****

"Let go of me!" The little supply kept writhing his body, but he was tired of fighting and refused to let go.

"Girls have to dress up well." War-weary, smiling, very happy.

"I don't need to!" The small supplies were still writhing, but the war-weariness was getting happier and happier.

"Ahh Don't touch my skirt! ”

"Yikes! It turned out to be a little bear**, which is really cute. ”

"You old woman! Dead perverted! "The little supply still wants to resist, but it can't break free.

"What do you think, Eugen?" War-weariness looked at Eugen who was standing aside.

"That...... Can you put the supply sauce down...... It's not good...... "Eugen's face was flushed, it should be the bear of the little supply who is to blame.

"Isn't it cute?" War-weariness uncovered the skirt of the little supply again.

Eugen's face turned even redder, her eyes flickering, and she played with the corners of her clothes at a loss.

"It's rare to come here, how can you put it down." War weariness lifted the small supplies.

Xiao Supply's face was flushed, his mouth puffed out, and tears had reached the corners of his eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'll have you grilled fish tonight."

"Really!" The little supply immediately recovered, "I'll go fishing now!" ”

Apparently she was even happier with fishing, and on Francis's ship, Joan of Arc had been forbidding the little supply to take the bait, saying that it would damage Francis's image, which made the little supply very unhappy, so she took the risk and ran to Ingillia's ship.

"Okay, okay!"

Having achieved the main purpose of this visit, the little supply immediately put all the previous unhappiness behind him and ran out with Eugen.

"How?"

Prestige returned to the side of war weariness. War-weariness picked up the black tea on the table.

Prestige shook his head.

"It's still the same."

"It is said that Rodney was also found together this time, and although the descriptions they made are not similar, we still have to investigate."

"Let Nelson go." After being silent for a long time, war-weary did not drink the tea, and put the teacup back again.

"Yes."

"Hopefully that Rodney is real." War-weariness continued, "But we still hope Nelson recovers himself......"

"That's what I thought too." Prestige agreed.

"Hmm-" War-weary stood up and stretched, "We're happy today, so let's give you a taste of our craft." ”

"I'll do it anyway." Prestige hurriedly said.

"Is it hard to eat?"

"No, it's just that this kind of thing isn't for you to do, so I'll do it." Prestige lifted her skirt and bent her knees slightly.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you come." Seeing that the prestige is so persistent, there is no way to be war-weary.

Prestige breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's right!" War-weary looked out the door and remembered something, "Let's ask you to do something." ”