Elder brother's garrison

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At the time, South Dakota didn't think much of it. After all, he had so many ship girls in his naval base, and it wouldn't be a problem to occasionally run into one on the street.

Besides, I wasn't really that familiar with the Duke of York when I was at the garrison; we were at most nodding acquaintances. So, parting ways like this wouldn't be a problem.

Thinking this way, South Dakota felt a little disappointed, but he had no reason to say anything else.

Then, this morning, the Duke of York, whom South Dakota thought she would have little to do with, somehow found South Dakota's house and knocked on her door while she was brushing her teeth.

Since they were all from the same garrison and good friends, the Duke of York was invited into the house for a chat.

After inquiring about South Dakota's recent situation, which seemed to be not going well, the Duke of York simply said that he and his two older sisters lived in the city and ran a fairly good company. Since they were all ship girls, they might as well keep in touch often, or even work together.

With that, the Duke of York extended an olive branch to South Dakota.

South Dakota was of course willing, so after getting ready, he drove his own car with the Duke of York, and following her directions, arrived at the building.

South Dakota touched the desk, feeling its smooth, hard texture, and couldn't help but marvel at it.

“Speaking of which, Duke of York, why didn’t you say hello when you saw me at the coffee shop yesterday?” South Dakota, who had just joined the company as the Duke of York’s personal secretary, asked.

“Weren’t you working at the time? I felt that disturbing your work with personal matters would affect your performance, so I chose today,” the Duke of York said.

As expected of a Knight of the Garde.

South Dakota remarked.

However, it would have been even better if you had contacted me sooner.

“Duke of York, is there anything I need to do later?” South Dakota asked.

“I don’t do anything. I’m basically in a sinecure. If I get any work assignments, my subordinates handle them for me,” the Duke of York said, then picked up a book from the table and began to read quietly.

"Did you push all the work onto your sister?"

“No, my sister doesn’t do any work either.” To South Dakota’s surprise, the Duke of York shook his head as always.

South Dakota looked at the desk in the middle.

King George V was seen wearing headphones, holding a mouse, and looking at a computer screen that was playing a recently popular melodramatic TV series.

"So who among you is doing the work?"

"I already said, I passed it on to my subordinates."

South Dakota thought his bad habit of slacking off was a unique skill of his.

"...How exactly did your company get started?" South Dakota looked at the Duke of York with the same judgmental gaze one would give a landlord who had squandered his fortune.

South Dakota was beginning to understand why the Duke of York and her sisters had built a soundproof office. After all, compared to the hardworking employees outside, the sisters were like wicked slave owners in the office, and absolutely could not be seen by the employees.

No, absolutely not.

"A company?" The Duke of York put down his book. "Originally, the company wasn't that big. We just kept getting commissions. Later, we found we didn't have enough people, so we hired some. As it grew, we got even more commissions, so we hired more people, including some management. And that's how it gradually became what it is today."

"..." South Dakota was speechless.

"Is starting a company that simple?" South Dakota asked with a sorrowful expression.

If starting a company were that easy, South Dakota would also like to start one.

The Duke of York simply smiled at this.

“Actually, there is a trick to it,” the Duke of York said.

"What's the trick?"

"Linning is a coastal city, right?"

“Yes.” South Dakota nodded.

As ship girls, when new ship girls from naval bases go out to rest, they tend to choose coastal cities as their place of residence.

“The garrison stationed in this city is weak, and sometimes it struggles when faced with sudden dangers,” the Duke of York said. “So we occasionally lend a hand, and in return, the politicians here support our company to some extent, bringing us quite a few commissions.”

The Duke of York paused mid-sentence, pointing with his slender finger to one of the three desks that was currently empty: "Wales is currently helping the garrison here."

Her full name is the Prince of Wales, and she is the middle of George V's sisters. However, when the admiral of the naval base was still alive, he always liked to call the Prince of Wales "elder brother," and he never learned his lesson no matter how much he scolded him, even though Wales was clearly a very beautiful woman.

"Ah... I see." South Dakota understood.

“If you understand, find a stool and sit for a while. The desk I ordered for you will arrive tomorrow,” the Duke of York said, smiling at South Dakota.

"Ah...thank you, thank you."

Just as the Duke of York was about to say something, a rapid telephone ring suddenly came from her desk.

As if the ringing of the phone had a rather special meaning, upon noticing the phone ringing, King George V, who was sitting in the middle watching a TV series, sharpened his eyes and quickly took off his headphones.

After the Duke of York whispered an apology to South Dakota, he quickly answered the phone.

“This is the Duke of York,” the Duke of York said into the phone.

The Duke of York remained in the position of answering the phone, listening quietly to the voice on the other end.

The more he listened, the colder the Duke of York's eyes became.

Finally, the Duke of York slammed down the phone and jumped up from his seat.

"Huh? What's wrong?" South Dakota, sitting to the side at a loss, looked at the Duke of York with surprise at his cold expression, feeling as if he were a completely different person from the gentle Duke of York just now.

"South Dakota, how much ammunition do you have left?"

"Uh... I haven't used the power of the ship girls much, so I should still have more than half left."

“Very well.” The Duke of York nodded, then looked at George V.

At this moment, King George V also stood up from his seat.

"Is Wales in trouble?" King George V asked.

“Yes.” The Duke of York nodded.

"Who?"

"There are more deep-sea amphibious ships in the area today, and given Sister Wales' current mental state, it should be difficult to deal with them."

"Go!" King George V shouted coldly, her entire aura instantly becoming sharp. She pushed open the office door and strode out like a gust of wind amidst the commotion.

The Duke of York also took South Dakota's hand and quickly followed George V's retreating figure.

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Above the sea.

Thick smoke was everywhere.

A ship girl with short blonde hair stood on the water, quietly watching the other side of the sea.

She was a rather beautiful ship girl, with fair skin and a voluptuous figure. Her feet, clad in long boots, touched the water's surface, creating ripples that spread in all directions.

The spreading ripples gradually became disordered.

"Boom!" "Boom!" One shell after another bombarded the sea around her, splashing up sprays of water. Many shells grazed her body, landing on the water's surface beside her with weak, muffled explosions.

The blonde ship girl just stood there, staring blankly at the sun on the horizon.

Even as she stepped out of the bombardment zone, her gaze remained unwavering; she simply stared blankly at the sky.

Before her, hundreds of deep-sea amphibious ships swarmed like locusts, nibbling at the clear seawater and slowly releasing their deep-sea aura as they cautiously advanced toward the ship girl.

The crimson cannons blasted towards the blonde ship girl's body, crashing into her heavy ship rigging and sending up feeble sparks.

The blonde ship girl remained unmoved.

After a long time.

A faint smile finally appeared on the blonde ship girl's face.

Chapter 578 I Want to Be Your Wife

There are so many enemies.

The Prince of Wales thought to himself, listening to the explosions of artillery fire that seemed to burst in his ears like fireworks.

The Prince of Wales fired back intermittently, watching his shells explode among the enemy forces, taking the lives of one deep-sea amphibious ship after another.

However, the deep-sea amphibious ships continued to advance, like a swarm of insects, crawling towards him without fear of death.

—It's good to be fearless.

The Prince of Wales smiled, but his eyes remained as still as a dead lake, without a ripple.

How long has it been since I left the naval base?

It's been three or four years.

The Prince of Wales has been broken ever since he left the garrison and came to this peaceful city.

She retains her combat abilities as a ship girl, but the current Prince of Wales is no longer the Prince of Wales who was originally in the naval base.

The memories of the Admiral were a mix of sweet dreams and nightmares, tormenting the Prince of Wales day after day and night after night. After that, the Prince of Wales hardly slept well.

Every time he closes his eyes, the admiral's image appears before him, his face full of smugness as he leans close to him, calling him "Big Brother," "Big Brother for life, Big Brother for all eternity," and "Big Brother, change into your swimsuit, I'll put some sunscreen on you."

The Prince of Wales first laughed, then got angry, then cried, and finally couldn't even cry anymore.

—I'm a woman, not a big brother.

—No matter what, I'm still a beautiful woman.

—This person really did take a liking to his own body.

How could there be such a terrible person?

—Tell me quickly, why are you so bad?

The Prince of Wales asked the person in the dream, but the person in the dream could only repeat the same sentence.

These words were like shackles, like steel needles, fastening and piercing the Prince of Wales's limbs, trapping her firmly in a nightmare, leaving her bleeding profusely.

Do you want to see me in a wedding dress?

In his nightmare, the Prince of Wales, chained to the ground and covered in blood, asked the man these questions.

Once called "Big Brother," always "Big Brother"...

The person in the dream continued to mutter the same thing as always.

—Stop talking, I'm tired.

The Prince of Wales said this to the person in the dream.

The dream paused, the person muttering that pointless phrase shattered, and then the entire world returned to nothingness.

The bloodstains on the Prince of Wales disappeared completely, and the wounds on her wrists and ankles returned to normal. The whole world turned black.

The Prince of Wales lay on the ground and closed his eyes wearily.

Actually, I've been torturing myself all along.

The Prince of Wales sighed, his soft voice rising like wisps of smoke before fading away.

—Wouldn't it be easier to just die?

The Prince of Wales stood on the water, watching the deep-sea ships that swarmed like locusts, eager to devour his flesh, drink his blood, chew his bones, and suck his marrow.

Waiting to die was out of the question. Even if the Prince of Wales was determined to die, the honor in her heart would absolutely not allow her to do something like passively waiting to die.

Even if we die, we will die a dignified death in battle.

The deep-sea amphibious ships have all approached a position close enough to them.

The next second, orange-red flames lit up one after another, and a series of booming explosions, accompanied by hundreds of shells, swirled up hot winds and smoke, bombarding towards his direction.

The Prince of Wales did not create distance. Her eyes gradually regained their luster. She bent her body slightly, and then, in the next second, she charged straight into the barrage of gunfire towards the deep-sea ships.

In an instant, the Prince of Wales charged into the deep-sea amphibious fleet alone. The intense gunfire, accompanied by the explosions of the ship's rigging, engulfed the Prince of Wales's body in a cloud of fiery smoke.

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The Duke of York, holding South Dakota's hand, sped across the sea. Their bodies seemed to transform into arrows, rushing at full speed, with the wind whistling past their ears.

"Um... Duke of York, what's wrong with the Prince of Wales?" South Dakota asked cautiously from behind, unsure if it was appropriate to ask at this moment, as he watched the Duke of York's expression with some trepidation.

"When my sister was helping the garrison in this area clear out the deep-sea amphibious ships, she encountered a small group of over a hundred ships together," the Duke of York said, turning to South Dakota.

"Hundreds?" South Dakota was taken aback, then thought for a moment.

The Princess of Wales is the elder sister of the Duke of York and the younger sister of George V, but if we consider the time she arrived at the garrison, she predates both the Duke of York and George V.