Azur Lane Under the Stars

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Nagato's eyes flickered.

This is how Mikasa used to fool all the ship girls.

They said they'd organize some kind of anime convention to make the Commander have fun, and then they'd spend time with the Commander individually in batches and at different times, each relying on their own abilities...

In the current situation, if it weren't for my own guardian spirit liking to run around, I wouldn't even know about this information. It seems like I'm keeping it all to myself.

Mikasa, you wanted to be the mantis, but you didn't expect that I, Nagato, could be the oriole, unaware of your fate?

Nagato grew happier the more he thought about it. This feeling of being in complete control was simply wonderful. It was a pity about Mikasa; you were going to be a stepping stone for Nagato.

Gently stroking the fox's head, Nagato praised, "You did a great job."

The amulet cried out softly.

Nagato laughed: "Alright, I'll give you a treat tonight. Just tell Fusang what you want to eat, and say it was me who suggested it."

Satisfied, Yushou got up and rushed straight to the Sakura Empire's kitchen.

After a moment's hesitation, Nagato softly called out, "Jiang Feng."

The next moment, the sliding door was opened, and Jiang Feng knelt there with a serious expression.

"Lord Nagato, please give your orders."

"Go do something for me." Nagato began to plan.

Jiang Feng's eyes flickered, and after listening to Nagato's words, he slowly lowered his head: "I understand, Lord Nagato."

The Zen master was very satisfied: "Go."

Nagato has complete faith in Jiang Feng's abilities.

"Now, all we can do is wait quietly," Nagato murmured to himself.

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As the saying goes, you may be waiting, but your opponent won't be.

Louis IX, having received the legendary wedding blessing gift—a bouquet—was clearly impatient.

Previously, it was because she still had some sense of propriety and did not want to disturb the Commander and Zhenhai's "post-wedding relaxation".

Now there are fewer concerns, and with Archbishop Richelieu wholeheartedly supporting him and wanting to expand the number of ships in the Iris Liberty, he can be said to be very confident.

"Commander, are you free tomorrow?"

Upon seeing Ren Shuo and Belfast strolling on the beach, Louis IX approached them and asked them a question.

As he said this, Louis IX kept glancing at Belfast.

Belfast understood, smiled slightly, and then curtsied gracefully: "Master, please forgive Belfast's rudeness, I must take my leave for now. Please allow Miss Louis IX to accompany you."

"I understand, you can go ahead and get busy." Ren Shuo nodded.

Seeing Belfast leave, Louis IX seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and continued, "Commander, are you free tomorrow?"

"Tell me what you want to do first." Having been tricked before, Ren Shuo didn't give a clear answer this time.

"It's the church of the Free Iris, here to help."

Louis IX's eyes flickered. Seeing Ren Shuo's hesitation, he took out his bouquet and pleaded:

"Just spend a day with me, okay?"

"For the sake of the bouquet?"

Ren Shuo smiled and said, "I could have agreed to this even without it. Why don't you use it for something more useful?"

Louis IX said, "Then this doesn't count... just pretend I never brought this out, okay?"

"Okay, tomorrow, right? What specific tasks will I be doing?"

Ren Shuo chuckled to himself.

"Nothing particularly difficult, just normal daily work. Consider it a commander coming here to experience it?"

Louis IX said.

After luring the commander here, he came to our Free Iris territory. Doesn't that mean we can conquer it at will?

Hmm, I'll need Richelieu and Jean Bart to help me out a bit later.

Having made up his mind, Louis IX blinked his big, bright eyes and said, "Commander, it's a promise, right? I'll be waiting for you behind the church at seven o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I got it. No sleeping in tomorrow." Ren Shuo stretched.

“Even a commander has to get up early sometimes,” Louis IX chuckled.

As evening fell, the church of the Free Iris became quite lively.

Richelieu, Louis IX, Champagne, Gascoigne, Jean Bart, and Joan of Arc, the core leaders, gathered together, all with serious expressions on their faces... except for a bewildered Gascoigne and an impatient Jean Bart.

"Did you call me here just to talk about such boring things?" Jean Bart slammed his hand on the table. "If you want to chase after the Commander, then go ahead. What's the point of asking us for help?"

Richelieu, you too, why didn't you help your own sister Gascoigne first, but instead helped Louis IX first?

“Baal, the other factions are also working together to help, not to mention this time in Zhenhai, almost all of them have been mobilized to help,” Richelieu advised.

"And don't forget who took care of you and Gascoigne while the commander was away. It's time for you to repay that debt," Joan of Arc said.

Gascoigne thought about it carefully for a moment, then nodded and said, "Gascoigne, the order is given: to help, to propose marriage..."

"I understand. I'll just do whatever you say." Jean Bart scratched his long hair in frustration and said.

"Then, we can start from this point..."

Louis IX spread out a large sheet of paper and slowly began to speak.

Chapter 541 Louis IX: My Turn!

The next morning, Ren Shuo washed and dressed with the help of Charybdis, and arrived early at the back of the church of the Free Iris.

Moreover, Louis IX said that breakfast was not necessary, so Ren Shuo did not eat, which made Charybdis frown and feel that he had not taken good care of him.

Having temporarily dismissed Charybdis, Ren Shuo found Louis IX sitting quietly on a bench by himself.

At this moment, Louis IX was not wearing his usual knightly-style skirt and armor, but rather a black nun's habit. Although it was slightly loose, the breeze made it possible to vaguely see his alluring curves.

If the original Louis IX was a dashing female knight, then the Louis IX of this time was the epitome of asceticism.

Good morning! Have you been waiting long? Sorry for being late.

Ren Shuo quickly went over and sat down next to Louis IX.

Louis IX gently closed the book in his hand and shook his head: "No, Commander, I was just doing my morning reading."

"Today is the nun's work, so this is just part of the job."

Although you're trying to comfort yourself, why do these seemingly ordinary words at the end give me the feeling of a corporate slave forced to go to work?

Ah, it's no trouble, just work.

"Commander, would you like to give it a try?"

Louis IX handed the book in his hand to Ren Shuo.

Ren Shuo took it and opened it with some curiosity. To be honest, he didn't know what god Richelieu worshipped now. According to the old history? Catholicism? Christianity? He couldn't figure it out.

After Ren Shuo flipped through a few pages, his expression became increasingly strange.

"This creator god... which religion's deity is he?" Ren Shuo asked cautiously.

Could it be that I'm just ignorant? No matter which religious sect's mythology I've heard of, there are creation myths, but none of them call them creator gods.

Louis IX gave Ren Shuo a strange look: "Commander, you don't even recognize your own mother?"

Ren Shuo: "?"

"Ah, I remember now..."

Ren Shuo rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. He had almost forgotten that he had a mother he had never met, who seemed to create the world as easily as a child.

But I always feel like it doesn't feel real. The world of Kantai Collection should be futuristic, at most a story of flesh and blood suffering and mechanical ascension.

But ever since he learned about his background from the observer, why has the art style become so strange?

What? Unicorn Yuu-chan and Kaga Nagato's giant fox are already fantastical enough? Never mind then.

Who wrote this book?

Louis IX thought for a moment and said, "Well, it seems that Richelieu thought that since we were going to have a faith, we might as well keep it within the family and just convert to the faith of the Commander and his mother-in-law. Then he learned a lot of information from the Observer and the Dream Weaver, and together with Joan of Arc, they compiled this book, 'The Bible of the Creator God'."

"You guys are really something..." Ren Shuo was also dumbfounded, shook his head slightly, and asked, "So, what do we do now?"

No matter which child it is, seeing this kind of thing always makes them feel like it's their mother's embarrassing past...

Louis IX said, "The morning readings and prayers are over, it's time for breakfast. Commander, why don't you take a chance and try some of the Free Iris's cooking?"

Ren Shuo was also very much looking forward to it: "Then I'll look forward to it."

Free Iris's breakfast is simple: jam made from strawberries grown in her own port, along with homemade bread and some cakes, and of course, various other sauces such as blueberry jam and ketchup.

You can also pick up a fried egg from the plate and make a delicious sandwich with refreshing pickles and tomato slices, or lettuce.

There were two or three large bottles on the table, filled with milk, juice, lemonade, and water, of course.

As Ren Shuo ate the sandwich that Louis IX had carefully prepared, he remarked, "To be honest, I didn't used to eat toast like this..."

"Does the Commander not like blueberry jam? I'm sorry, it was my oversight." Louis IX said apologetically.

Ren Shuo shook his head: "No, it's just that I used to spread fermented bean curd or Lao Gan Ma chili sauce on my toast..."

What kind of divine way of eating is this? Is it some kind of culinary disaster?

At least as a ship girl of the Free Iris faction, Louis IX could not accept it.

“But this sandwich tastes pretty good,” Ren Shuo quickly said.

"Is there any more milk?" Ren Shuo asked after finishing his glass.

"some."

After pouring Ren Shuo a glass of milk, Louis IX said, "Commander, our work can only truly begin after we finish breakfast..."

Ren Shuo gulped down his milk, feeling full and refreshed, and asked, "Okay, what do I want to do?"

…………

Louis IX led Ren Shuo to a dimly lit small room, or rather... a telephone booth?

Ren Shuo looked left and right, then said to Louis IX at the door, "Is this the legendary... Pavilion of Repentance? A place where people come here to confess the bad things they've done, and are then guided to repent and become good people?"

Louis IX's lips twitched: "What a strange analogy... but it's pretty much the same."

"Commander, this is our job this morning. It's a rare opportunity. Would you like to try on our priest's uniform? I think Richelieu wore one when he had a cameo role."

Ren Shuo decisively declined: "Never mind."

Even if it's a priest's robe, it's still Richelieu's clothes, so it's practically women's clothing.

And, to be honest, I also have my own priest's robes in Richelieu's room. This purification, right? You know, that kind of viscous, intense purification, right? Richelieu and I often try it out.

Ahem, I'll stop now, or I'll have to open my browser.

Louis IX smiled and clenched his fist to encourage Ren Shuo: "Go for it, Commander!"

After saying that, he closed the door, and for a moment, the whole world seemed to fall into silence.

That's true. In places like this where privacy is at stake, the soundproofing must be excellent. I guess you could only hear the confessional conversations next door.

Soon, the door next door opened, and it seemed that an older woman walked in.

Although the two small pavilions were right next to each other, a thick black curtain blocked their view, making it difficult to see clearly. All that could be vaguely discerned was a well-built older woman.

"Ahem... I have something I'd like to ask..."

That voice... isn't it Louis IX's?

"Louis IX, what are you doing?"

Ren Shuo was a little confused. Why couldn't they just say it to each other's faces?

The person next door seemed to choke for a moment, then said in a forced, calm voice, "Ahem... What are you talking about? What Louis IX? I don't know him."