The Naval Base of the Unnamed Ship Girls

Incidentally, it was also to let this young ship girl, who had just awakened her Glory form, become more familiar with her Glory Ship Equipment.

As any veteran ship girl knows, controlling your ship's equipment feels different from controlling a full-fledged ship.

Especially for the second-generation ship girls, they are not as adept and instinctive in their use of the Glory Form as the first-generation ship girls.

At least that's what Veneto and Richelieu, who remained at Garrison No. 666, said.

Prince Eugen, who was fortunate enough to be able to return home with the young master, kept wondering whether the Prince of Wales and the others, who were left at Naval Base No. 666, should be considered as assisting Tidu in defending the naval base, as the young master had said, or as being taken hostage by the Deep Sea Princess.

Sigh, I really feel sorry for them. I must tell Bismarck about this when I get back. The British ship girls in the naval base have lost a great admiral, and the commanders of the French and Italian ships have been wiped out.

I hope there won't be any more surprises this time. I'm suddenly so envious of that Rising Sun Empire fortress that the young master summoned. He was able to leave first without having to accompany these terrifying interstellar ship girls.

Unsure whether to be sad or happy, Prinz Eugen accidentally bumped into the turret of the Vanguard Glory Mode and collapsed to the ground.

"Watch out, you wingman!" Rodney shouted, having also been splashed with cake.

"I...I've been very careful, but these waves are a bit big," Vanguard said in a panic, his muscles tense as he stood at the bow of the ship.

"Luckily, the ship girl doesn't get seasick." Nelson, swaying back and forth with her Glory form, said steadily while holding her red tea.

“But the young master has already fainted,” Reputation, who was also steadily wiping the cake off Rodney, said.

"Huh? Young Master gets seasick?" Rodney asked, somewhat incredulously.

"This is the first time I've heard of this..." Or rather, the young master isn't seasick, he's just simply seasick on the Vanguard's ship. Even the reputation thinks that the Vanguard's steering technique is similar to the roller coaster descent of Archbishop Adon.

"I have to admit that I'm impressed by these ships for being able to sail as well as you in this kind of weather."

At the stern of the Vanguard Glory ship, Hyperion, who was smoking a pipe and drinking a little wine while looking at the vast sea, spoke to Adun, who had become his commander.

"You talk like you're not happy with how I drive," Adun, who was squatting at the stern with a fishing rod in hand, said irritably as he glanced at the Hyperion.

"Anyway, you're the first warship I've ever seen that can drift a spaceship that's over seventy kilometers long," Hyperion said, recalling the scene of Adun showing off his ship skills. He also muttered under his breath, "And you like to dogfight with small planes."

“If you had a dozen or so Yamato guns aimed at your head, I believe you could do it too,” said Adun, who was still able to sit steadily and fish from the swaying stern of the Vanguard Glory.

“That’s true… that scene really startled me.” Hyperion took a drag of his ammunition cigarette and then asked, “By the way, Adun, what are you doing?”

"Fishing," Adun calmly replied as he cast his line from the not-so-calm stern onto the calm sea.

"Huh? You can catch fish with this?" Hyperion glanced at Adun, then at the waves being whipped up by the ship's propeller, and asked incredulously.

"You humans have an old saying, what's it again, something like ginger or something like fishing..." Adon said, after thinking for a moment but not remembering.

“That’s called Jiang Ziya fishing, where those who are willing will take the bait,” Hyperion said, contributing his part to human philosophy.

"Here it comes up." With that, Adun lifted the fishing rod, and a black deep-sea ship girl was caught on the stern deck.

"Cough, cough, cough, I shouldn't have bitten that aluminum piece," Nautilus exclaimed as he pulled the fishhook out of his cheek.

"When did submarines start needing to eat aluminum...?" Ardon glanced at his fishing rod, then at the Nautilus lying wet on the deck, and asked with some curiosity.

"I like it, so what..." Although she didn't know why a piece of material was floating in the water, how could the Nautilus, which always believed in never missing an opportunity, resist? As a result, she took a bite and realized that she had been tricked.

"Uh, you brought her out too?" Hyperion kicked the Dark Sanctuary of the Deep Sea with his shoe and asked, somewhat puzzled.

"She insisted on coming with me, and besides, it's not bad to have a scout ship with you when you're out and about," Adun said with a sigh, recalling the Nautilus, which had somehow learned to cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide.

"So you're using a Dark Templar as a reconnaissance aircraft?" Hyperion thought it seemed a bit of a waste to use a Dark Templar, who could also permanently become invisible, as a reconnaissance aircraft.

"Actually, she's not even as good as a reconnaissance plane; she can't even do anti-stealth." With that, Adun picked up the Nautilus and threw it into the sea, adding, "Don't bite any more of the materials floating at sea."

"Tch, if I'd known it was a fishhook, I wouldn't have bitten it no matter how many there were!" The Nautilus, thrown into the sea, made a face and plunged into the water.

“I still have a feeling she’ll bite,” Hyperion said after a moment’s thought, seeing Adun tie another aluminum strip to the hook.

“I think so too, after all, there’s no cure for intellectual disability,” said Ardon, as he threw the aluminum fishing hook back into the sea.

“…Actually, you could try a different resource, like ammunition, and see if you can catch that fish again,” Hyperion said, somewhat itching to try his hand at fishing, as he also used a steel ingot to make a fishing rod.

“I’m not trying to hook her up…” Ardon said, glancing at Hyperion, who was already wasting his wages.

"What are you fishing for? Are you really fishing?" Hyperion asked, attaching a bullet to the hook and throwing it into the sea just like Adun.

As soon as Yaton finished speaking about "fishing for jellyfish," he gave the fishing rod in his hand a hard jerk.

"Wo!!!" A Wo-chan clinging to the aluminum piece was dragged onto the deck.

"...So it's the pattern of fishing for the Dark Sanctuary first, then the Light Sanctuary." Hyperion remarked, feeling the fishing rod in his hand suddenly sink. He quickly pulled it up and found that the Deep Sea Submarine, which had just been caught because it was biting aluminum, had been caught again.

"You must have had a hard time, Adun." Hyperion said with sympathy as he looked at Wo-chan and Nautilus, which had been thrown onto the deck and were hopping around like fish.

If the Protoss High Templars in the Koprulu Sector had all been this stupid, the Terrans would have unified the entire sector long ago.

Chapter 165 Those Who Believe in Me Become Star Spirits

Supporting Wo-chan's cheek, Adun pulled out the hook and tossed Wo-chan back into the water. Remembering something, Adun asked Hyperion, who had just thrown the Nautilus into the water:

"Speaking of which, how did you know who Wo-chan and Nautilus were the moment you saw them?"

"Do you take me for a fool like them?" Hyperion, who had replaced the bait with a steel ingot this time, continued, "Wasn't the knowledge of distinguishing between ship girls and deep-sea ship girls given to us during the construction process?"

"That's not what I meant." Looking at the Nautilus swimming around the Hyperion's steel lure underwater, seemingly quite interested, Adun tied a piece of chocolate-flavored aluminum to the hook and said:

"I mean, why were you able to recognize them as Templars the moment you saw their two ships?"

“Isn’t it obvious? As long as you’re not blind…” Hyperion suddenly froze halfway through her sentence, realizing the crux of Ardon’s question.

"Right, why did I mistake these two Abyssal ship girls for Protoss at first glance?"

Lost in thought, Hyperion didn't even notice the Nautilus had taken the bait, sitting there blankly holding the fishing rod.

"You mean before you recognized them as Deepsea ship girls, you subconsciously regarded them as Protoss?" As Adun spoke, he slightly wiggled his fishing rod, letting the chocolate-flavored aluminum float in the undulating seawater, preventing the jellyfish that was chasing the aluminum from taking the bait.

"That seems to be the case. I initially regarded them as Templars from your region before noticing their Abyssal Ship Girl identities."

Hyperion, finally realizing that the Nautilus had taken the bait, lifted his fishing rod and acquired another deep-sea submarine.

"IQ, I must be incredibly unlucky to be teammates with you guys!" Hyperion said, swinging the Nautilus around with its fishing line.

"Ugh ugh ugh..." Nautilus, clinging to the hook and unwilling to let go, could only complain to Hyperion with ugh ugh sounds.

"Ah, open your mouth." Helpless, Hyperion, like Ardon, pinched the mouth of the Nautilus and took the hook out from inside.

"Pah! Trying to lure me with cookie-flavored steel, how wicked!" shouted the Nautilus, which had fallen back into the sea as the Hyperion let go.

"You still have cookie-flavored steel?" Ardon asked curiously when he heard Nautilus say that, glancing at his ship's equipment space and not seeing any loss of his admiral's collection of fine materials.

"It wasn't your salary; it was a gift from your boss before he left," Hyperion quickly clarified, knowing what Adun suspected.

“Now I seriously suspect that Tidu has ulterior motives,” Ardon said after thinking for a moment.

"Achoo..." In the admiral's living quarters of Naval Base No. 666, Tidu, who was lying on her luxurious bed—large enough to accommodate more than a dozen ship girls rolling around—and browsing the internet on her phone, sneezed loudly.

"Is Adun thinking of me?" Somewhat confused, Tidu looked up at the wall clock and realized that Adun's ship had only been gone a short while.

"Whatever, if Adon misses me, it's never good." Tidu continued to roll around in bed with her phone.

"Hey? Do you think I'm the kind of person who would be bought off by a cricket's money? I'm not like Jackson, that shameless guy who'd just go for any money. Don't you believe me, old buddy?"

Upon hearing Adun's words, Hyperion immediately tried to demonstrate his own righteousness by smearing other human warcruisers.

After staring at Hyperion with a somewhat disbelieving look for a while, Adun finally spoke:

"So, let's get back to the beginning. Why did you recognize Wo-chan and Nautilus as Templars at first glance?"

"Actually, I've been wanting to ask you about this for a while now. How did you manage to turn those two Abyssal Fleet girls into your Protoss Templars?" Seeing that Adun wasn't still concerned about his accepting bribes, Hyperion breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "..."

"And that maid ship girl, if I'm not mistaken, she should be an immortal, right? Adun, how did you manage to transform a ship girl into an immortal?"

"I don't know why the immortals in this world become immortal warships. As for Wo-chan and Nautilus, they became Templars because they joined my Kara Mind Network and gained the corresponding abilities."

At this point, Adun paused and said, "I haven't performed the investiture ceremony for them yet, so they're not officially Templars."

"Ahem, so you're all just half-baked." Hyperion said, surprised by this. "I don't think the aircraft carrier girl who keeps speaking a foreign language has much trouble passing the Sanctuary Walk ceremony, but are you sure this submarine can pass the Shadow Walk?"

As Hyperion spoke, he lifted his fishing rod and caught another salted fish from the deep sea, lured by the fuel drum.

"In terms of ability, she should be much stronger than a half-baked one." At least in Adon's memory, the range of Wo-chan's psionic storm was enough to put Wo-chan in the ranks of the Supreme Executive Officer.

"According to your Protoss tradition, a half-baked person is a half-baked person. No matter how skilled they are, it's useless without passing the trials," Hyperion continued, indicating his familiarity with Protoss traditions.

"I was wondering why it seemed so strange. Turns out your Admiral Network is a fake."

Perhaps other native ship girls can't tell the difference, and there might be some errors in the tech tree, but at least the Hyperion from the interstellar era, with Adun's reminder, can still sense some subtle differences between Adun's admiral network and Charlotte's and Tetsu's admiral networks.

"If I didn't tell you, would you have been able to tell?" Yaton said with a smile as he watched Wo-chan skillfully avoid the fishhook and bite the aluminum block in the water.

"Ahem..." Hyperion said somewhat awkwardly, "So, I'm also connected to your Protoss's Kara network?"

"..." Because of what Hyperion said, Ardon stopped tying aluminum blocks to the fishhooks and looked at Hyperion with a very subtle gaze.

"...Your staring at me like that is making the ship a little nervous," Hyperion said weakly, as if Adun had remembered something.

"I'm watching to see what kind of Protoss you've become." As a Hyperion that debuts as a Hero-class ship girl, it must possess some kind of special ability of a Protoss ship girl.

"Huh?" Hyperion, who had no idea what Adun was talking about, stood there stunned.

-------------------

It's easy to guess what Hyperion's abilities are: they seem powerful but are actually pretty useless.

Chapter 166 The Saint-Hubertian

"What? I'm on your Protoss Kara network now?"

Upon hearing Adun's words, Hyperion panicked and released his grip on the stainless steel fishing rod, letting it smash onto the head of the Nautilus, which was waiting for bait.

"You logged into my Kara Mind Network as soon as you stepped out of the builder, didn't you realize?"

Seeing the Nautilus start blowing bubbles after being stunned, Ardon threw his fishing hook onto the deep-sea fish and pulled her along to prevent her from getting lost.

"No wonder I always had this feeling of being spied on. So it was this thing from you Protoss. By the way, can it be removed?"

Hyperion, who stood up and patted his clothes as if something like a spider web had stuck to his body, asked.

"It seems you're quite dissatisfied with Kara's Mind Network," asked Yaton, who had also put away his fishing rod and started feeding Wo-chan aluminum blocks directly.

"Nonsense, who knows if there are any corrupted Xel'Naga in this world? I don't want to be found by them along some Kara Light and transformed into a hybrid."

The mere mention of the Primal Chaos Body made Hyperion grit her teeth. Having been tricked so many times, she maintained this attitude even after arriving in a new world.

"I can't guarantee whether there are corrupted Xel'Naga in this world, but my Light of Kara is not the same Light of Kara as before."