The next day.
Gascogne's star-like eyes reflected the back of the figure at the desk, shining slightly.
"So, the Headquarters' supply fleet has already been here once?"
"Yes, Master, that was just the first batch of the supply fleet; the remaining supply fleet is scheduled to arrive in a week," Gascogne replied, her voice clear like a yellow oriole.
"So, all the communication equipment for the port has been delivered?" Wang Yu recalled the supply list he had seen earlier; this was a relatively important item in the first batch of materials. This meant the Ship Girlss in the port finally had phones to use.
"The communication cards are currently awaiting number assignments and will soon be officially put into use," Gascogne explained concisely, understanding what the Commander meant.
Due to operational reasons, Ship Girlss' communication devices are specially made. They can replace them at any time if damaged, and all information is stored in the cloud. The port can update communication cards at any time using their assigned numbers, ensuring maximum information security.
This proved necessary, as an unknown Azure Lane Commander once experienced: "You never know what strange things Ship Girlss might have on their phones, or what exaggerated things they might do to destroy evidence if they lose their phones."
The fate of the original Commander of that quote was unknown. Wang Yu, personally, had no interest in the Ship Girlss' privacy, just as the Ship Girlss paid no attention to the information he posted on the Commander network.
Of course, this was just Wang Yu's personal opinion and could not be proven accurate.
However, would there really be a Ship Girls who wanted to know what the Commander posted every day?
Wang Yu hadn't even thought about the supply fleet; supply ships arrived several times a month, a normal handover, not a significant event. He would, however, pay more attention to the procurement list to see if he needed to add any other materials.
He stared at the battle report in his hand, feeling a headache. The rear supply fleet had encountered a scattered Siren Fleet. Although no losses were incurred, the fact that the Siren Fleet could penetrate so deep into the rear shipping lanes was already very telling.
Although the sea area he was guarding had been calm recently, in the areas he couldn't see, the Siren were still incredibly active.
One could see the whole picture from a single glimpse. While there hadn't been any major battles involving Siren elite collaborators in various sea areas, the war seemed to be intensifying. At least, within White Eagle's waters, the Siren Fleet was becoming more numerous.
He didn't know what Azure Lane was doing; he hadn't received any instructions. Headquarters seemed to be holding its ground, or perhaps the current battle situation was still under control, at least no important shipping lanes had been forced to shut down.
He put away the battle report. It was another peaceful day.
But his port was not peaceful.
Wang Yu sighed, collapsing weakly onto the desk, utterly dejected.
The construction plan had been forced to terminate. The reason? The Commander was in a very bad mood!
Ship Girlss are spirits born from Wisdom Cubes, embodying beautiful wishes. This is a common understanding in this world.
Similarly, if a Commander's heart is filled with despair, his construction will not receive any response from a Ship Girls.
Those who fail will always fail; it is precisely so.
This is one of the Commander's basic construction knowledge. Wang Yu was unsure if it applied to him.
But he didn't need to take the risk. Losing Wisdom Cubes and construction materials was a minor matter; the real danger would be if his Ship Girls got lost during the process of spatial-temporal travel!
Yes, his current state was not suitable for construction. In the words of Commanders, those who fail will always fail. An African's heart is only filled with despair. He wasn't an African, but he was quite desperate now.
He hadn't seen Glorious and Amagi since last night. They seemed to be deliberately avoiding him.
Amagi was fine; perhaps it was just her reserve, or she was considering Glorious's feelings. After all, he was sure Amagi had full affection, so breaking off the engagement shouldn't be an issue...
But Glorious—he truly was a sinful Commander, his wife was beyond coaxing!
Gascogne was still the best.
He tilted his head to look at Gascogne beside him. Even in front of him, Gascogne maintained a serious demeanor, but after spending a long time together, he could still detect her subtle emotional changes.
Her eyes seemed to speak, and Wang Yu could see worry and confusion in them.
Gascogne didn't understand why the Commander had collapsed again; this wasn't the first time today.
Last night, she had noticed that the Commander seemed to have rested poorly, constantly sighing. Today was the same; he would occasionally slump onto the desk like this.
The Commander said he was fine. Although she was a bit worried, she didn't ask further. She had intended to ask Glorious and Amagi what was wrong with the Commander, only to remember that they had gotten up early and hadn't waited for the Commander to eat breakfast together.
What was going on?
No one could answer Gascogne's question, and the worry in her eyes deepened.
"Jia Jia, I made a mistake. Don't you blame me?" Wang Yu asked a rhetorical question, rhetorical in every sense.
Although Gascogne seemed unchanged, Wang Yu knew that he had actually hurt far more than one person.
Mistake? Gascogne tilted her head, her blue short hair falling slightly to one side, her pointed mechanical ears gently swaying.
She walked forward, picked up the documents on the desk, and began to read them.
The rustling of papers sounded, and despite wearing metal gauntlets, her fingertips were astonishingly nimble. It wasn't the first time he had seen Gascogne in her full work mode, but he was still amazed by her efficiency, perfectly impeccable!
"Master, no problem!" Gascogne stated with certainty.
"I wasn't talking about work," Wang Yu understood that she had clearly misunderstood. Gascogne's innocence only intensified his guilt.
But an unknown great man surnamed Lu once said: "The way to overcome sin is to create sin; the more evil, the less to worry about!"
Wang Yu was half-skeptical, but he could try.
Wang Yu looked at the door. The wooden door was not closed, but it didn't matter.
Glorious and Amagi were avoiding him, York was still sulking. At this moment, no one would disturb him; there was only him and Gascogne here...
Unlike Glorious's substantial curvaceousness, Gascogne, while also quite sizable, was noticeably more delicate and well-proportioned. One couldn't say which was better; both had their own merits.
He took a deep breath, and the faint fragrance at his nose became even more captivating, intoxicating him.
Gascogne stood there, stunned. Sister Glorious is a married Ship Girls, Gascogne is also a married Ship Girls. Sister Glorious and the Commander often hug, so, Gascogne, can she too?
"Jia Jia, you're so warm."
"Master, the cooling system is, is malfunctioning again."
"Hmm," Wang Yu closed his eyes, unconsciously saying, "Jia Jia, perhaps this is your body's true reaction? Do you dislike this feeling?"
Not being able to control her body was indeed unfamiliar, especially for Gascogne. It was like an extremely precise instrument developing an error, leading to an overall imbalance.
But how could she dislike it? She could clearly feel her body's feedback. This was a path contrary to the suppression module, a path filled only with joy, only with exhilaration—
It was a long-held expectation.
"No, I don't dislike it, it's just, Commander suddenly hugged me, I, I don't know what to do."
Silly girl, does someone need to teach you this?
"Then, Jia Jia,"
"Hmm?"
"Hug me back."
Only then did Gascogne realize her misplaced hands had been suspended for a long time. She hesitated, then slightly closed her hands. Her steel gauntlets trembled nervously, and the sound of metal clashing came from her fingertips. This was a situation she had never imagined. Even in the most arduous battles, she could precisely control every ounce of her strength, yet now she couldn't control her trembling hands.
The steel gauntlets were bone-chillingly cold; she had long been accustomed to it.
She was a knight of Vichya Dominion, clad in armor and wielding weapons. The knight's creed was engraved in a long anticipation. Her birth was only to protect one person—
That was the azure sea, the gentle breeze, a fleeting star, that long-cherished expectation,
It was responsibility and promise,
It was her everything.
The steel gauntlets dispersed into light, and a pair of flawless hands gently closed.
"Jia Jia, where are your gauntlets?"
"I, I took them off, Master. Don't you like it?"
"No, just like this is good."
"Mm, okay..."
"Jia Jia..."
"Hmm?"
"You're so good..."