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To be honest, before this, Chuyang never thought he would be confronted by a Fleet Girl wielding a longsword. For these girls born from steel, did they really need weapons to teach humans a lesson? Just a pair of seemingly delicate hands, which felt incredibly smooth and tender to the touch, could easily render him incapable of taking care of himself. So when he turned around and saw the sword tip so close, Chuyang was momentarily stunned.
However, when he clearly saw Richelieu's appearance, he realized that she should be one of the Fleet Girls from his Naval Base! But why was she pointing a sword at him with such an indifferent expression?
“Richelieu…” Saratoga didn't care who she was; in Sister-in-law's heart, her brother-in-law was everything to her, and no one could harm him in her presence.
Before Sister-in-law could stand up, Lexington stopped her.
If that sword was meant to stab, it would have already done so by now. Moreover, Lexington had already spotted Richelieu in her striking red Bishop robe from a distance. If she truly wanted to intervene, she would have acted long ago. But why did she seem so indifferent? She believed Richelieu would never harm the Admiral. Besides, that was a matter between Richelieu and the Admiral; outsiders really shouldn't interfere.
Richelieu should be allowed to vent her grievances! After all, how could she have so easily forgiven the Admiral back then? She should have made him wait a few more days.
As for Isuzu, the girl had been trying hard to diminish her presence; she definitely wouldn't get involved in the emotional entanglements between the Admiral and the main fleet.
Meanwhile, the group of young people who had already fled returned to the table after realizing Richelieu wasn't there to cause trouble for them, ready to watch the spectacle.
“Richelieu.” Chuyang smiled broadly as he pushed aside the sword tip.
“Don't call my name; I don't have an Admiral like you.” The longsword still pointed at Chuyang but was now held a few inches away from his chest.
“Richelieu, I like you.” Chuyang blurted out. After all, Richelieu had a good impression in the game as one of the Fleet Girls; this statement should have some effect.
Sure enough, the longsword was retracted but still held in her hand. She glanced at the ring on Lexington's finger and spoke with her usual cold tone: “Admiral, how many people have you said that to?”
“Richelieu, I’ll give you a ring.” Well! This was a case of not letting go until he saw results.
“Brother-in-law, you can't do this; giving a ring to every girl you meet won't be enough no matter how many rings you have,” Saratoga complained.
“Do you have an opinion?” Richelieu shot a glare at her.
"I have an opinion, why do you want to fight?" Looking at the pointed tip of the sword, Saratoga suddenly sat up from her chair.
"Rude." Richelieu succinctly uttered two words, and the long sword in her hand suddenly vanished as she sat down next to Chuyang, taking the spot that Saratoga had vacated.
"Boss, bring me 20 skewers of grilled meat."
"You, move aside, that's my seat."
"It doesn't have your name on it."
"You..."
"Jaja."
As Lexington spoke up, Saratoga could only glare fiercely at Richelieu and angrily sat down in the empty seat next to her sister.
Although Lexington felt a bit uncomfortable with Richelieu asking Admiral for the ring in such a manner, she didn't say much. Compared to Prince of Wales and Bismarck, Richelieu was much easier to get along with. After all, there were only a few rings; rather than letting others benefit later, it was better to give one to Richelieu.
As for the issue of not having enough rings for future Fleet Girls like Akagi, Washington, and Helena who also had intentions towards Admiral, they would just have to wait a while. She didn't believe that without rings, they would shamelessly climb into Admiral's bed.
After sitting down, Richelieu maintained a calm expression. She neither looked at Chuyang nor spoke to Isuzu beside her but pulled the firefly standing nearby into her embrace and playfully pinched her cheeks.
"Little traitor, always informing Admiral. I treated you so well before."
"Sister Richelieu, it's because you looked so fierce just now, like..."
"A resentful woman." Saratoga snorted lightly.
"Chutong, do you know Lydia?" Wu Haiyu asked from across the table.
"Yes, Richelieu is my Fleet Girl. We were separated for certain reasons in the past," Chuyang explained.
"Oh, that's good." Although he said this, a hint of disappointment flashed in the old man's eyes. Even though Lydia had never been one of the Fleet Girls in their town, her presence had always brought some sense of security to the residents of this coastal town.
Now that Lydia would inevitably follow Chuyang, and since Chuyang had no intention of moving to the town, Wu Haiyu, the town mayor, suddenly felt a sense of threat from the Deep Sea Shipgirl.
Although Naval Base 197 was not far from Haitang Bay, having Fleet Girls stationed in the town felt much safer.
The over seventy-year-old mayor worried about the future of the town, while the young men at another table looked at Chuyang with envy and jealousy.
As the saying goes: "A graceful lady is a gentleman's ideal partner." For a long time, Richelieu had been the goddess in the hearts of these young men in town. Even if they could only admire her from afar, she was still a sight for sore eyes. Now, it seemed that their goddess had been taken away by the new Admiral.
What made these young men feel even more jealous was that besides Richelieu, Chuyang also had three other beautiful Fleet Girls. Lexington and Saratoga, who looked very similar, were sisters! And then there was the youthful Isuzu, who might seem a bit naive but was full of energy and charm!
One person possessing four beauties—this damn Chutong was trying to torture these single guys!
As night deepened, dinner stretched late into the evening. In the end, Chuyang did not return to Naval Base with Lexington but stayed in the town.
Following Richelieu back to the church, they walked through the dark prayer hall and passed through a garden filled with various trees and flowers. As they approached the two-story European-style building, Chuyang suddenly hesitated.
"Admiral, come in! What are you doing standing at the door?" The voice remained cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
This was precisely why Chuyang hesitated. Lexington had confidence in Richelieu, but he did not! After all, those previous experiences were just games; who knew if they would work in reality?
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