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

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She raised her gaze slightly upwards again.

The young man's eyes were fixed on the fireplace, where small flames were constantly flickering. Belfast could even see the reflection of the flames in his dark eyes, where the small flames seemed like dancing sprites, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to his gaze.

Whether it was because she was next to the fireplace or not, Belfast felt that as she looked at the flickering reflection of the flames, her body began to relax slowly.

It's like swimming in a warm ocean, gradually losing the strength to control your own body.

She slowly melted into Xu Huan's embrace.

The head maid is indeed very nice... but as it is now, it seems quite good too.

Belfast enjoyed the tenderness, but Xu Huan's preoccupied look by the window earlier had also made her a little worried.

This is, after all, Ironblood, and strictly speaking, they are still guests.

"Owner...."

"what happened?"

Xu Huan hugged the ship girl in his arms even tighter.

"Belfa wants to know... what were you thinking about while you were looking out the window?"

"I?"

Xu Huan was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then after considering it for a moment, he did not answer Belfast's question, but instead asked, "What do you think of... Bismarck?"

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"What do you think of... the Commander?"

Inside the Ironblood Central office, Bismarck capped his pen and looked at Tirpitz, who had just entered and was now taking off his slightly heavy cloak and coat, and asked him a question.

Why ask that question?

Tirpitz answered without looking up, his hands still moving.

“I just wanted to get your opinion. I wanted to know your thoughts on the Commander…” Bismarck said, clasping her hands together and resting them on her chin. “Since I got back a little early, I wanted to ask if anything unusual had happened since then…”

“Nothing special…” Tirpitz recalled his casual conversation with Xu Huan earlier and said, “He seemed very relaxed and didn’t seem wary of Ironblood or the ship girls.”

After answering, Tirpitz asked, somewhat puzzled, "What's wrong? Sister...do you have a special feeling about him?"

"He's no ordinary person..."

Bismarck thought for a moment upon hearing this, and then replied.

“He’s certainly not an ordinary person; an ordinary person can’t be a commander…” Tirpitz shook his head.

"Something just doesn't feel right..."

Frederick said, "Judging from his appearance, he shouldn't be very old, but when I shook hands with him today, he had quite a few scars and calluses on his hands..."

"oh....?"

Tirpitz raised an eyebrow.

Having scars is normal; it can be simply understood as your hand having been injured before. But if you add calluses to that—

“His skin is very fair, and upon closer inspection… it’s also very delicate,” Bismarck continued. “It doesn’t seem like someone who could have hands like that.”

Chapter 210 The Days Are Still Long

"So... Sister, do you think the reason the Commander isn't an ordinary person is just because his hands and skin don't match?"

Although Tirpitz also felt it was somewhat difficult to explain, was it a bit too far-fetched to make a judgment based on just this one reason?

“Let me clarify first, when I say ‘not an ordinary person,’ I don’t mean it in a derogatory way,” Bismarck said. “Besides that, there’s also some news from the Sirens.”

"News from the Sirens?"

“Some of them seem to have encountered the fleet that the Commander was on its way to Ironblood…” Bismarck pressed her fingers lightly to her temples: “and then suffered a great loss.”

“That’s normal, sister… not to mention that Frederick and the other two are in the fleet, even the royal family’s grudges have come along this time.”

Tirpitz said, "If there are no unforeseen circumstances, this lineup can basically guarantee the commander's absolute safety. Even if they can't win, they can easily escape."

“Indeed… I hope I’m just overthinking it…” Bismarck sighed softly, then turned her gaze back to her sister.

Tirpitz's cool expression showed a hint of something he wanted to say but hesitated.

"Sister... I'm a little confused about what you're thinking..."

She spoke first, "Commander... is it really necessary for ordinary people to be like this?"

“Yes…” Bismarck nodded slowly and explained, “For us… if he is an ordinary person, we can better keep him in Ironblood.”

"You must have felt it when he came today, right? As long as you stay by his side for a long enough time... your mental energy will increase slightly."

"Although the increase is not large, over time it can provide a very reliable energy boost to Ironblood, which is extremely beneficial to the combat power of the entire port area."

"If the commander were just an ordinary person... that would be great—"

Bismarck stopped mid-sentence.

She didn't know if she should say those words.

"Is it really that easy to control?" Tirpitz, understanding her sister's thoughts, immediately added.

The fact that Bismarck was able to cooperate with the Sirens to enhance the Ironblood's strength shows that he mostly cared about maximizing the benefits of things when he acted.

Although it is the flagship and is for the benefit of the entire port area, it cannot change the fact that it has infringed on the interests of the commander.

Tirpitz found it somewhat difficult to accept.

She is quite different from her older sister.

"Right...right?" Bismarck's fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, and he began to feel a little impatient.

"But it can't be described as 'control,' it's more like—"

“Changing the wording doesn’t change the core of the matter, sister…” Tirpitz sighed, deciding not to continue the conversation on this topic.

She picked up her coat and cloak again, preparing to return to her lodgings.

"Tirpitz..." Just then, Bismarck called her name again from behind.

The silver-haired ship girl turned around, and Bismarck also stood up from the table.

"I hope you can help me... observe him closely. Ironblood needs more information about the commander."

"Sister could actually have come by herself..."

"I'm very busy... I don't have that much time."

Tirpitz remained silent for a long time before turning around again.

"Row."

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"Bismarck?"

Belfast listened to Xu Huan's question with some curiosity: "What aspect does Master want to know? Strength or personality... or something else?"

"Nothing much, just what do you think of her?" Xu Huan replied.

"Let me state first that I'm not asking these questions because I have any feelings for her as a person, but simply because I want to learn more about this Ironblood flagship."

“I understand, Master, you don’t need to explain so much. That would only make you seem a little guilty.” Belfast knew that Xu Huan’s extra explanation was out of consideration for her feelings, and she felt a warmth in her heart.

After all, it's understandable to feel a bit annoyed if you're holding a ship girl in your arms but still have to ask her about another woman.

"Bismarck...in Belfast's opinion, was a very competent leader," Belfast said slowly.

"Compared to His Majesty, Miss Bismarck is outstanding in every aspect... Her style of doing things and her temperament are very much in line with the Ironblood style."

“Indeed… compared to Elizabeth, Bismarck’s personal qualities are definitely superior for a flagship.” Xu Huan agreed wholeheartedly.

Or perhaps it should be said that Bismarck embodies the qualities a flagship of a faction should possess, a leader like Elizabeth...

To be honest, even among all the civilizations Xu Huan had seen, very few were like this.

"However... due to Bismarck's personality, she often prioritizes the interests of the Ironbloods and acts very forcefully, which has led to the Ironbloods not having a good relationship with other factions."

"Leaving aside the Royal Eagle Union, which has a long-standing rivalry, even the relationship between Ironblood and Sakura Empire Sardinia isn't exactly good..."

"I've heard that Bismarck is tough not only on foreign powers but also on domestic ones, which has led to some 'division' within the Ironblood organization..."

"I know a little about this too." Xu Huan thought of the three people who came to the royal family but didn't want to go back to the Ironblood, especially Frederick, whose words and attitude revealed a lot about them.

"Overall, it's a mixed bag..." Belfast gently rested her head against Xu Huan's chest and sighed, "After all, no one is perfect... well, except for Master."

"No smuggling in personal goods..."

Xu Huan chuckled at the head maid's last sentence, and gently ruffled a few strands of hair on the ship girl's forehead with his fingertips: "It's getting late, you've had a long day... why don't you go back and rest?"

Belfast nodded gently, nestled against Xu Huan's chest, and softly murmured "Mmm."

She slowly climbed off the young man's body, then lowered her head and gently gave him a kiss.

A soft, sweet sensation unfolds on the tongue, like a blend of nectar.

"....What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to kiss my master..." Belfast smiled slightly and pecked the young man's cheek again.