Scallops are something that will never feed the ship's mother.

The Admiral knew this, and even if the Prinz Eugen dug up the shellfish from all of Sicily, it would not be able to satisfy the three shipwives.

For the ship's mother, human food is just a small snack to pass the time, and it will definitely not be able to fill the ship's mother's stomach.

In the end, considering the ecological and environmental problems of Sicily, the Admiral also gave up the use of fishing in the sea as a supply for two battleships and a heavy cruiser.

So after taking into account various circumstances, after the German came, who left a sentence such as 'this matter will not end so easily', the common line of the villain fled, the admiral had no choice but to take Bismarck and Yamato back to the Palermo Town Guard, and shamelessly went to Veneto for dinner.

It was four o'clock in the morning, and the Admiral did not attend the dinner, but returned to the room arranged by Veneto early to catch up on sleep.

After dinner, Veneto took Yamato and held a small party in Bismarck's room.

Only now only Bismarck and Yamato were left, and it didn't take long for Veneto, who was the proposer, to be sleepy and go to sleep.

Sure enough, because the body is too young, is it not suitable for staying up late?

After all, late at night is an adult's world.

In short, without the presence of the Admiral, the two battleship mothers have resumed their previous relationship as friends, and what they want to do now is probably just a simple reminiscence.

"It's not like you to sigh like this all the time, Yamato."

Bismarck put a cube of ice in his glass, and Veneto was very generous with the two of them, and he had a special dinner party for them, as well as a lot of cherished champagne and wine.

It's a shame that these priceless champagnes and wines were never opened.

Bismarck did not like to drink, nor did he like to touch it. Only boiled water is used to pay tribute to Veneto's passion.

Although Yamato will drink some sake once in a while, like Musashi, most of the time she prefers tea.

Don't talk about Veneto... This battleship lady the size of a toddler will never drink anything other than fuel and coffee in her life, and these precious wines are still treasured by her admiral.

In this situation, Veneto had envisioned a carnival full of excitement. But under the background of the atmosphere of the three ship girls wearing pajamas and Yamato holding a cup of teacup and slowly sipping tea, this carnival inexplicably turned into a night talk between girls.

It is more appropriate to describe it as practical, three old ladies pulling at each other's routines.

But Bismarck did not hate the atmosphere...... Occasionally wearing pajamas, such fluffy and comfortable clothes, it also feels very relaxing, but Yamato has been staring at her since just now and sighing, which makes Bismarck feel a little uncomfortable.

"I just don't think I haven't seen you for half a year, Bismarck, your figure seems to be getting better again?"

Yamato looked up and down at this German shipwrestler, his lifelong enemy, in all aspects, Yamato had the confidence to defeat Bismarck. The only thing that is the body... The most critical component of this girl's charm, Yamato seems to have always been at a disadvantage.

"Figure? In terms of human aesthetics, Yamato your figure should... Not worse than me? ”

In Bismarck's opinion, Yamato's figure is definitely not bad, although there has been such a black history with chest pads in the past... But according to the books Bismarck has read about the aesthetic aspects of human beings, Yamato's current body should be considered perfect, right?

In addition to the fact that it may disappoint some giant breasts.

"But not the type of Admiral likes!!"

Yamato glanced at Bismarck's chest with resentment, and since the first time he met Bismarck, he seemed to have grown a lot.

Is it really because of the reason why she became a deep-sea roof her? That also completed an evolution of its own. Why hasn't there been any change?

I felt Yamato's resentful gaze, probably because of shyness. Bismarck covered his chest and tilted his head slightly.

"It's just fat! It's a burden on the battlefield... If you can......"

What a fat! This is one of the most perfect parts of a girl!

If the Admiral had been here, he would have said so.

"Can this be considered a winner's composure?" Yamato put down the empty teacup, and the atmosphere was a little frozen at this time.

"......" Bismarck didn't know how to answer Yamato, even if she didn't regret what she had done last night, there was still guilt for Yamato in her heart.

"If you accidentally say something too frustrating, Bismarck should not care. I'm not going to throw in the towel so easily. ”

Yamato stood up and walked to the door of the room, his hand on the doorknob, and glanced back at Bismarck.

"Be enlightened."

"I guess I had this realization a few months ago."

Bismarck waved at Yamato, watched Yamato leave his room, and then Bismarck relaxed and collapsed on the sofa.

Do the math carefully. Bismarck hadn't had a good rest for nearly three days, and it didn't matter if the ship's mother fought for a week, but even if the body wasn't tired, the mental exhaustion would still be there.

Tonight... But with Yamato here, let's just make do with sleep.

Bismarck opened her fingers, a sense of loss missing something in her arms, pressed to the deepest part of her heart, and then she closed her eyes.

…………

Yamato walks in the corridor of the Palermo Town Guard Guest Room, this building was built to entertain guests, the whole building is arranged like a manor, both the layout of the corridor and the arrangement of the rooms are no less than that of a high-star hotel.

Yamato looked up at the night sky outside the window, and even though it was close to four o'clock in the morning, the sky still showed no signs of brightening...

The room that Veneto arranged for Yamato was with electricity, and the electricity should have been finished in the drain by now and he was lying on the bed and asleep.

After the inspection of the deep-sea roof who was lodged in the electric body, there was nothing abnormal in the electric body, which made the admiral temporarily let go of those German visitors.

The morning in this town guard mansion was eerily silent, and Yamato could hear his footsteps echoing in the hallways.

She gradually walked to the door of her room, trying to reach out and push it open, but she hesitated for a moment.

Should... Asleep, right?

Yamato looked at the upper floor of the building, where the Admiral was.

It's close! A stone's throw away! Your own Admiral is asleep, and it's only one story away! In this case, shouldn't the ship's mother, who is the admiral, do something?

True! As a qualified lady, you must not do such vulgar behavior as night raid, night raid!

But!!

Yamato took out a pillow from the ship's space and hugged it in his arms.

If you can't sleep on your own, you want to go to the Admiral for a life consultation, and that's fine, right?

That's right! No problem!

Driven by a strange power, Yamato hugged the pillow and headed for the upper floor! (To be continued.) )