Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

After the deliberations are over, Belfast has confirmed that this fleet is really maintained by only a few ships, and it can still guarantee sufficient combat power under such a situation of foreign troubles——

This made her start to think deeply, if the Royal Fleet stationed all over the coast of Britain was reorganized, would it be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with this fleet.

After dinner, the head maid cleaned up the plates and tablecloths, and at the same time quietly approached Brie who was drooling over the desserts in the dining room.

She knew the kid had a sweet tooth, so she purposely let her see only the tip of the iceberg of the cake.

It worked out well enough that Bree was hooked.

I have made many similar attempts, and the strange experience of the head maid began to play a role in strange places-a guy used to ask her how to gain the favor of the children, but every time he was rejected in the final "feeding" stage. Play the destroyer quarters.

"Sister Belfast, what are you doing staring at me?"

It's strange, obviously this child's self-proclaimed "adult", but Da Ke didn't correct her meaning.

"Brie, what do you think of your life now?" Belfa realized that Bree had already taken his eyes off the cake and focused on her.

"Life?" Brimark II blinked suspiciously: "Well, life is good? Why do you ask?"

"Do you find it pleasant to be with your master?"

"Well, every day is fulfilling, and there's more to it than just work."

"Do you still remember your mission?" Befa asked with some inexplicable anxiety——

"Strengthen the fleet. But Bree's current job is to help the commander strengthen the fleet, so it doesn't matter if he doesn't go back to build the aircraft?"

Her tone suddenly became a little resistant, a little pitiful.

The big eyes stared at Belfast flickeringly, as if afraid of what she was going to do to him.

"Sister Belfa, don't you want me to go back to that dark place?"

"No, how could it be?"

Belfast was stunned for a long time after hearing this, and then walked over slowly, using her turret to hold Bree, with a flash of guilt in her eyes.

"I'm sorry all this time..."

Although Bree received high courtesy every time she came to the royal family, it was undeniable that they still regarded Bree as a rather expensive resource... rather than a companion.

It's not right, absolutely not right.

With Jianniang's kind heart, how could she be so indifferent to what happened to Bree?

Before coming here, she didn't even realize that Bree had her own pursuit of life. As a consumable, what she has been deprived of is the right to act outside as a normal ship girl, and this right No power will give her any power.

Only the Kremlin would give her the right to go out and call her comrade.

Belfa seems to understand a little bit-Brie can act like a baby to Dake, but is afraid of her because she is fundamentally different from Kremlin.

"... Sister Biffa?"

"The cake still needs a bit of preparation time, just wait for the cream to be applied—you go to rest first?"

"Good~"

Although he resisted Befa's question at first, Kimbury, who still has a child's heart, quickly forgot the unpleasant atmosphere.

But Biffa stared at Bree's expression when he left, and he couldn't be called open-minded.

……

"Da da da."

"Please come in."

Dake was sorting out the documents at the desk—although as a combatant, he didn't need to prepare so many documents, but every time he thought that he was one step closer to going home, his mind boiled up, and his patience in summarizing the combat records was greatly improved. Increase.

"I'm sorry. It's so annoying to see the master so late." The head maid of the royal family had already settled down and gently pushed open the door of the conference room.

"It's okay, you seem to be very preoccupied, do you want to talk to me?"

Da Ke glanced at her, sat down near the window, and signaled Befa not to be nervous, just face him in front of the main table:

"I only have kvass here, would you like some?"

"It's the maid's negligence to not prepare black tea—do you want black tea or coffee, if it's champagne or wine, Buffalo will also have some tips to improve the taste—"

Instead, Belfast began to propose the drinks that they are good at preparing as well as the names of the dishes.

"I don't need that much...and I can't drink alcohol during working hours." Da Ke was a little dumbfounded.

"I am so sorry."

Belfa bowed again, and seemed to have a higher respect for Da Ke:

"Regarding the battle process of my sinking in Britain, I have summed up a general idea... If you want to know about the current internal situation in Britain, I can also..."

"If you think it's not time to talk, I can wait." Da Ke raised his hand to signal her to relax a little more, and don't make it like an interrogation.

"...No, I had private contact with Miss Bree today."

Belfast almost bent his waist to eighty degrees. This kind of sincerity, which was similar to the habit of heavy cherry blossoms, made Dake frowned wildly, but in the end it didn't stop her.

"I think you are a good person worthy of entrusting your life."

"There are many guys who say I'm a warrior or an asshole, but a good guy... This is the first time I've heard such a wonderful title."

Da Ke poured a glass of kvass for the head maid in amazement, as if he was facing a buddy with a good relationship, ready to chat about homework.

"No, being able to resist the temptation of greatly improving the combat effectiveness of the fleet and granting equal rights to subordinates is not something that a commander without responsibility and courage can do." Belfa sat down slowly at the request of Da Ke, with a dignified appearance.

"..."

Stop boasting, stop boasting, it would be foolish to praise again.

Dake didn't expect that he would get such a high evaluation for his normal treatment of Bree, so he rubbed his chin in a daze.

"Therefore, I would like to talk to you about... the recent situation of the Royal Fleet."

The head maid let go of many heavy burdens.Eyes are also much brighter.

……

"...a group of idiots!!"

Dake slammed the table hard, and with his unrestrained posture, he almost took off his leather boots and knocked it hard.

"I really didn't expect that the cabinet would be able to focus on suppressing workers when the siren invasion was so serious!"

After listening to Befa's account of the current political situation in Britain, the Kremlin couldn't bear it anymore and began to curse.

"And let you participate in the suppression-if it was me, I would take the head of that liaison officer--!"

"Master, calm down."

Beifa's face was already a bit broken.

Dake didn't expect the cabinet and the British Army to be as stupid as a pig's head and broke the defense, while Befa was torn between emotion and subtlety because Dake was even more angry than the other parties.

Especially the comparison of Da Ke's words... well, wonderful.

There are actually a lot of swear words in this world that can be poured on the heads of those congressmen and military officers, but I never thought of using them.

"At this time, they obviously only need to compromise a little bit, and they can actually exchange for a long period of stability..."

What are you waiting for if you don't kill it?Waiting for the sirens to come in?

They always think that the bottom people are greedy and will not be satisfied, but they never thought that the desire for the necessities of survival is nothing compared to their unrestrained exploitation.

In fact, when Da Ke heard that there was still money allocated to the army, he had already figured out their way.

In this period of more serious foreign aggression, is the existentialist army in the UK...is it necessary to allocate funds?

He mentioned to Belfast that the cabinet does not allocate funds for the Royal Navy to purchase dessert materials, and he still has reservations, but in fact Belfast doesn’t want much, and he is reluctant to even take out this money, which is a clear distrust Ship girl... understands very well.

"Haven't you ever thought about leaving?" Kremlin rubbed the veins on his forehead that were swollen due to his fury.

"That is the land where we were born and raised." Although the ship's wife complained about the current British government, it was the source of her historical hull after all.

"Sorry, I asked a stupid question." Hearing this, the strong man immediately apologized.

This is indeed a question of eating shit and eating food.

Maybe the British are not as dissatisfied with the desire for land and stingy as the Soviet Union, but when dealing with their hometown, the whole world should be the same, regardless of whether it is a ship girl or a human being.

"No, I am very happy that the master can think of me so much."

She's obviously just a maid, but she's bothering her master so much.

On the contrary, Beffa felt sorry for Dake and blamed himself.

"Thank you for your report, let's let go of those stupid things for now... By the way, you just entered the establishment today, and I haven't told you about Zelo's consumption and ration requirements."

Dake sat down slowly, his neck was a little red, and he forcibly suppressed his violent temper.

It's been a long time since he lost his composure—mostly because spending too much time with these girls has lifted some of his self-restrictions...

This is not a good sign.

"From today onwards, you will be responsible for counting the Zello and natural materials we consume in each meal. In addition, I hope you can help me host the oath ceremony on the weekend."

Kremlin said seriously again.

"Oath ceremony...with Ms. Eugene?"

"Oath ceremony with Eugen, the captain, and... Ms. Zeppelin."

"........."

Three ships at once?

Buffa was a little overwhelmed.

Although it's normal for a commander with such a temperament to be loved by the ship's wife, but it's a bit wrong to have the favorability of three ships all at once, isn't it?

"Understood, Belfast will host a grand oath ceremony for you."

The head maid did not expect that the biggest challenge she faced when she first came here was actually arranging a wedding for the commander...

"Ah, in fact, the consumption is a little restricted... We are still in the war zone, so it is not suitable for big fanfare."

Kremlin scratched his cheek, feeling a little embarrassed.

Even a man would be embarrassed to pick and choose at this moment of showing financial power, but there is no way, there is a war.

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