How do I start a romantic relationship with a ship girl?

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“Hello, Commander, on behalf of Ironblood, I welcome you to your arrival…” Bismarck looked at the white-clad youth descending the steps, took off her white gloves, and extended her palm.

"I am Bismarck, the current flagship and leader of the Ironblood faction."

The ship girl's black and red cloak swayed slightly in the evening breeze. Her expression and blue eyes were meticulous. Her delicate face was bare. Whether it was her way of speaking or her current physical movements and aura, she exuded a proud leader's temperament.

Compared to Elizabeth of the Royal Navy, Bismarck in front of her is simply the ship girl who best embodies the word "leader".

"Xu Huan, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The young man extended his hand, and the two shook hands politely for a short while before parting ways.

The rough texture flashed by, and a hint of surprise flickered in Bismarck's eyes as she looked at Xu Huan, but it was quickly hidden in the unfathomable blue ocean.

Looking at his white trench coat and then at Bismarck's black and red military uniform, Xu Huan understood why Belfast had specially ordered a white-based outfit for him.

Black and white are indeed the most suitable colors for people to wear.

“Commander…” Bismarck stepped aside and invited, “It’s getting late, shall we head back to the port? On the way, I’ll introduce you to the entire Sangvis Ferri port and… your Sangvis Ferri comrades.”

As she spoke, her eyes inadvertently glanced at Frederick and the other two people behind the young man.

Frederick smiled slightly, Hutten remained expressionless, and Hindenburg's eyes darted around, as if he were lost in thought.

As for these three people... let's follow Tirpitz's advice and talk about it later when we have time.

The most important thing right now is to settle the commander in.

"Thank you for your help..." Xu Huan nodded slightly.

He followed Bismarck toward the port, and at that moment, almost half of the Ironblood ship girls were watching him.

If Xu Huan said he felt no pressure at all, he probably wouldn't believe it himself.

But it wasn't the pressure from so-called stares. After all, he had fought so many battles on the battlefield that he had endured not only stares but also lasers from the enemy camp.

What Xu Huan truly felt was a kind of pressure from the opposite sex.

It's hard to explain this feeling that originates from a physiological source.

Xu Huan had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped in front of a ship girl with short silver hair.

"....Um?"

She looked somewhat like Bismarck, but her face gave off a much gentler feeling, and the military uniform she wore was not the black and red color scheme of Ironblood, but rather white, similar to her hair color.

Among the many Ironblood ship girls on the dock at this moment, he was one of the few whose attire seemed to match Xu Huan better.

Unlike Bismarck, who wore no makeup at all, the silver-haired ship girl had some light makeup on her face, but Xu Huan always felt a very special feeling about her.

It seems that the purpose of the other party's disguise was not to make her already beautiful appearance even more stunning, but simply to make others separate her from Bismarck.

Thinking of Bismarck's sisters mentioned in the information, Xu Huan suddenly understood.

"If I'm not mistaken... you should be...."

Xu Huan's sudden conversation surprised Tirpitz, who had considered beforehand that her resemblance to Bismarck might attract the attention of the commander who had suddenly appeared.

But to everyone's surprise, the young man actually stopped and struck up a conversation.

Especially since her older sister had already set the tone that it was "too late".

Although surprised, Tirpitz still adjusted his breathing, exhaled lightly, and prepared to answer Xu Huan's question.

However, before Xu Huan could finish speaking, Bismarck interrupted him, adding the rest: "Yes, she is my sister, Tirpitz."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, perhaps due to Bismarck's cold and unapproachable manner and tone of voice.

For some reason, this sentence felt a bit abruptly inserted.

Tirpitz was slightly taken aback. Although she hadn't expected Bismarck to introduce her first, she nodded and gave a polite smile to save face for her sister, who was the flagship of the Ironbloods.

"Hello Commander, I am Tirpitz."

The ship girl's self-introduction was very simple, without any extra content or emotion mixed in, just like her white military uniform and the silver hair on her forehead.

Be polite and courteous, neither servile nor arrogant.

"The legendary 'Lonely Queen of the North'? Seeing is believing, and today I finally witnessed her full splendor."

As soon as Xu Huan said this, Ke Wei, who was disembarking not far behind him, rolled his eyes slightly.

Why didn't I see you being so polite back then?

Smooth-talking...

Remembering how Xu Huan had gently kicked him from behind last time, Kewei rubbed his buttocks with lingering fear.

"Ahem... well, it's just because I've been staying in the north for a long time with nothing to do..." Tirpitz coughed a little embarrassedly.

Although she understood that Xu Huan's words were just politeness, such straightforward praise was rare even among sworn brothers, and to receive it on their first meeting made her feel a little shy.

This incident also made her realize a problem.

Xu Huan's understanding of Tie Xue was much more detailed than she had imagined; she even knew her so-called "Lonely Queen of the North," a title that sounded a bit childish at first glance.

Aside from the few ship girls who returned from the Royal Navy, the Ironblood faction lacked information about the commander.

What is the commander's personality like? What are their likes and dislikes? What are their strengths? What are their views on humans, Sirens, and ship girls, especially their views on ship girls?

All of this is information that needs to be clarified in the near future.

As for whether the commander is capable enough to serve as the commander of Ironblood, she is not worried at all now.

Putting aside other things, gaining the approval of Frederick and his ilk to a certain extent is not something an ordinary person can achieve.

Not to mention Hindenburg, one of the troublemakers in the port area, who was now obediently staying behind the young man.

"Alright, Commander..."

Seeing that their basic exchange was nearing its end, Bismarck spoke up, "Time is of the essence, let's talk as we walk?"

"OK..."

Since he was a guest, Xu Huan naturally had no objections.

Seeing this, Ke Wei remarked, "Iron Blood is still the same... always rushing around like this..."

"In a sense, this is also a reflection of efficiency."

Belfast shook her head and said, "Alright... let's go in with our master too..."

Chapter 209 Not an Ordinary Person

The specific details of the welcoming ceremony will not be detailed here, but in short, after the basic procedures were completed, it was already evening.

After Bismarck briefly expressed his apologies for not being able to continue accompanying them due to unfinished business in the port, Xu Huan and his party, led by Tirpitz, arrived at the Ironblood's reception area.

That is, the Iron Blood Hotel, which is the counterpart to the Royal Hotel.

Or perhaps it should be called the Iron-Blooded Welcome Area.

Unlike the royal mansion, the Ironblood reception area consists of many detached villas, which in some ways provide people with more private living spaces.

The villa's exterior doesn't have the opulent splendor of a royal residence, but its interior boasts a unique, iron-blooded style, offering a slightly different experience. The colors are a bit colder, but it's still comfortable enough.

As the commander, Xu Huan was naturally assigned a large villa with the best overall conditions. However, the excessively spaciousness made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, having grown accustomed to his small house.

The second floor.

The warm orange light shines on the walls, and the flickering fireplace in the room creates a sense of psychological warmth, making one feel as if they are melting into it.

Belfast stood by the bed, tidying up the newly made bed for Xu Huan, while Xu Huan stood by the bed, looking out the window at the Ironblood port district, which was illuminated too brightly by the lights, lost in thought.

It was almost autumn, and the temperature difference between day and night was extreme. The cold wind from outside the window blew and slapped against the young man's face through the tiny gaps left for ventilation, making the hair on his forehead messy.

"Owner..."

Belfast gently patted the pillow that had just been placed, confirming that the filling was soft, and then looked at the young man who had been standing by the window, saying, "The bed is all made... It's the same pillow you're used to sleeping with at the Royal Palace. As for the blanket, I've changed it to a thicker one because the weather is getting cooler..."

Xu Huan gave a soft "hmm," his eyes still looking unfocused.

Seeing this, Belfast gently walked behind Xu Huan, reached out her hands, and gently lifted the young man up by the waist.

She didn't say much, but simply moved her body closer to the young man.

"Master...wind is the source of all diseases..."

"Ah...I understand."

The softness behind him, combined with the pleasant fragrance of the ship girl, gradually brought Xu Huan out of his reverie.

He turned around, looked at Belfast who was holding him, then squatted down slightly and picked up the ship girl in a princess carry.

Belfast struggled slightly, but when she saw Xu Huan's eyes, she became obedient again, gently twisting her body to find a comfortable position in Xu Huan's arms.

For a maid, being carried in a princess carry by her master is unacceptable.

But she understood that at this moment, she no longer needed to be the so-called head maid by Xu Huan's side, but could become an ordinary ship girl lying in her 'master's' arms.

Of course, in order to save face for her master, Belfast would only temporarily and passively accept this change in status when no outsiders were around.

Xu Huan didn't carry Belfast. The two of them went to the soft sofa by the fireplace. As Xu Huan gently leaned back, Belfast changed from being carried in a princess carry to snuggling up to him.

Neither of them spoke, and Belfast slightly raised her head.

A thin chin, slightly pursed lips, and a unique, reassuring aura emanating from the young man.