Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

In the past, Constellation and Saratoga often conducted exercises for this reason, but Saratoga was a veteran of the naval base. Not only had her training level reached the limit, she had also undergone a transformation and was equipped with the strongest carrier-based aircraft in the naval base. Constellation joined the naval base too late. Although she had obtained four main guns with decent attributes due to her huge potential, her training level was much worse than Saratoga's, so the exercises between the two often ended with Constellation's complete defeat.

However, things are different now. As the saying goes, things change over time, and don't bully a poor girl. As Constellation has received the opportunity for transformation, its main guns have been replaced with equipment with more powerful attributes. In addition, Constellation has been committed to studying how to deal with aircraft carriers. Although the main gun with the highest anti-aircraft attribute in the garrison is not on itself, after a long period of hard work, Constellation is confident that it can defeat Saratoga.

At least... the defeat won't be too ugly, right?

"Okay, fight if you want, I'm not afraid of you." Although she knew that Constellation trained very hard and often studied tactics against aircraft carriers, Saratoga was absolutely confident in her own strength. In addition, she was favored by the admiral, and the strongest bombers in the naval base were all on her. How could she be scared by Constellation?

Besides, as the admiral's second regular aircraft carrier, and having followed the admiral to suppress countless deep-sea flagships, how could I lose to this junior?

The two looked at each other, their eyes intertwined, and fine sparks burst out.

"Well... well, please don't quarrel." Suddenly, a weak voice came from the living room. The two Saratoga people who were looking at each other almost instantly retracted their gazes and looked towards the living room.

"Phelps..." Saratoga squinted her eyes and looked at the little girl standing in the living room, looking at her and Constellation timidly. The other party had a face very similar to her sister Lexington. It can even be said that if she grew taller and her temperament became more mature, almost no one could tell them apart when standing next to Lexington.

Phelps is a Porter-class destroyer, a very ordinary member among the powerful naval bases. It does not have particularly outstanding ship equipment parameters and no impressive combat record, but to its Lexington-class sisters, it has an extremely special meaning.

Because in history, the USS Phelps was once struck by lightning and killed the USS Lexington, which was severely damaged and could not be rescued.

Although that was just the experience of battleships in history and should not be attributed to the ship girls, for these girls who inherited the name of the battleships, these experiences would more or less affect them. For example, the fishery ship girls headed by Yixian almost all had no good feelings towards the Japanese ship girls, and every time Hood saw Bismarck, he could not help but provoke her, as if it was an instinct engraved deep in his soul.

Although Xingzuo's attitude towards this cautious girl is a bit complicated, he doesn't look at her differently. However, Saratoga is a serious sister complex. Naturally, she doesn't have a good impression of this girl who gave her sister the final blow in history. Although she doesn't make things difficult for her, she doesn't have a good face either.

Among the three Lexington sisters, it was Lexington, who was once executed by Phelps's torpedo, who could get along with Phelps more naturally, and even loved him like a sister. This made Constellation sigh. No wonder there were so many marriage ships in the garrison, but only Lexington could occupy an unshakable position in the admiral's heart. Not only because Lexington was the admiral's first main battleship and had accompanied him the longest, but also because Lexington had a mind that no other battleship had. Such a woman was indeed the best choice for the main wife.

31. The Majesty of the Empress

"Phelps, when is it your turn to meddle in my affairs?" Xingxing was still daydreaming. Saratoga was not as out of touch as her. She had a neutral expression on her face, but her words were very blunt.

Phelps's small body trembled slightly. Facing Saratoga's expressionless face, he seemed a little scared. However, he suppressed his fear, lowered his head and whispered, "I'm sorry, Sister Gaga, but Sister Lexington doesn't like you quarreling."

Saratoga raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to speak, but Constellation beside her gently tugged at her skirt. Saratoga looked at the girl who was trying to suppress her fear, shook her head somewhat disinterestedly, and said, "Where's my sister?"

Phelps pointed cautiously behind him. Lexington walked from the kitchen into the living room, carrying a plate of cut fruit. She had obviously heard what had just been said. She glared at Saratoga and sternly scolded her, "Gaga, don't bully Phelps!"

"Yes, I understand, sister." Saratoga could quarrel with her "second sister" Constellation, but when facing her eldest sister Lexington, it was difficult for her to muster any resistance and she nodded obediently.

Seeing Saratoga's good attitude in admitting her mistake, Lexington's expression softened considerably. She put down the fruit plate, patted Phelps's head, and waved to the silent Constellation and Saratoga. "What are you two still standing there for? I just cut up some fruit. Come and try some."

"Oh." As soon as Lexington got angry, Constellation and Saratoga, who had just been arguing with each other, immediately became like eggplants hit by frost. They carefully walked to the sofa and sat down, fearing that they would anger their sister again.

"You two..." Lexington sighed. Constellation was fine, after all, she joined the naval base relatively late, and her personality was a bit carefree. But Saratoga only came a little later than him, and it was the admiral's wedding ship. She was no longer a little girl, yet she was still so childish. When would she grow up?

However, when she thought about how the other sister ships in the garrison got along, Lexington felt relieved again. Especially the Italian mafia who always irritated her sister's fragile nerves, and Tirpitz, the master of cheating her sister, she suddenly felt that her situation was not too bad.

At least these two sisters still listen to me very much. If they do anything wrong, I can teach them a lesson.

Just as she was thinking about it, the constellation that secretly took out her cell phone to look at it suddenly exclaimed in surprise, with a strange expression on her face, as if she had seen something extremely incredible. She glanced at Lexington quickly and then lowered her head.

"Constellation, what's wrong?" Lexington asked curiously.

"Sister..." Constellation coughed lightly, avoiding looking at Lexington and asking in a low voice, "Did the Admiral leave today?"

Lexington thought for a moment and said, "I saw in the group chat earlier that the Admiral stayed at the C-Series for dinner today, but he should have left by now, right? In all these years, the Admiral only stayed overnight at the naval base last night, so today should be no exception."

Thinking of what the admiral had said to him in the office that morning, that he would never leave again, Lexington couldn't help laughing. Only submarines and destroyers would believe such words, right?

Just as I was thinking about it, Constellation, who was sitting next to me, carefully handed me a phone. On it was a photo of the Admiral and Hancock sitting on the same chair, their postures ambiguous...

"Sister?" Constellation looked at Lexington who suddenly fell silent, and felt a palpitation in his heart: Is sister angry?

Lexington didn't say anything, and Xingxing didn't dare to retract his phone, just holding it there for a long time. His hands began to ache, and feeling the calm before the storm, Xingxing began to regret looking for trouble. Wouldn't it be better to pretend not to see it? After all, his sister was in the group, and she would see this photo sooner or later. Did he need to meddle in it?

After a while, Lexington suddenly smiled. She gently pushed Xingzhi's wrist, signaling her to put her phone away, and then picked up a strawberry from the fruit bowl and put it in her mouth.

"Sister?" Xingxing trembled as she withdrew her arm. She massaged it gently and inconspicuously, then asked cautiously, "Aren't you angry?"

Lexington narrowed his eyes, enjoying the sweet taste of the strawberry in his mouth, and said casually, "Angry? What's there to be angry about? The admiral doesn't belong to me alone. Hancock is also the admiral's wedding ship. What's the problem with them being intimate?"

Lexington tilted his head towards Saratoga, whose face had turned pale for some reason. "If I really cared, the first person I would target would be our Gaga. After all, she's the second marriage ship after me in the tutelage, right? My dear sister-in-law?"

Saratoga forced a smile: "Sister, don't make such jokes..."

Constellation blinked, she didn't quite understand what Lexington said, but when it came to the topic of the marriage ship, she felt a little depressed.

There are three Lexington-class ship girls in the port area, among which Lexington and Saratoga are the admiral's wedding ships, but Constellation is not. This makes her, who also likes the admiral, depressed and jealous of Saratoga.

Even though they have similar looks and are sisters, she was excluded. In addition, Saratoga has always refused to acknowledge her identity as the second ship of the Lexington class, which has led to the fact that the relationship between Constellation and Saratoga has not been very good.

Of course, this so-called not-so-good thing is just a matter of bickering on a daily basis. Constellation feels that as long as she doesn't get Saratoga's recognition, the "struggle" between them will not end, whether it's the fight for her sister Lexington or the debate over Constellation's identity.

"Sister, how about...we go see the admiral?" Constellation's eyes sparkled.

"See the Admiral?" Lexington was startled and shook his head. "It's so late, what are we going to do? The Admiral and Hancock are probably already asleep."

"No," Phelps said weakly. Seeing the eyes of the three Lexingtons fall on her, Phelps's petite body trembled slightly, but she still mustered up the courage to whisper, "The person who sent this photo was Sister Tirpitz, and she obviously took the photo, so she might still be with the Admiral. And there's still the game interface on the computer in the back. They won't rest so early."

Saratoga nodded repeatedly. "Phelps's analysis makes sense. Judging from the Admiral and Hancock's expressions, this photo is clearly a candid shot. Given Hancock's personality, he wouldn't want Tirpitz to share such a photo with the group. The Admiral might be in a state of panic by now. If you don't go check it out, what if something happens to the Admiral..."

Lexington smiled gently. She reached out her hand and gently stroked Saratoga's head, saying softly, "Jia Jia is so smart. She is worthy of being my sister's good sister."

"Constellation and Phelps, come along too. Let's go check on the Admiral."

32. Royal Navy

Tirpitz had no idea what kind of waves his actions would cause. As the photo was forwarded in private groups, the ship girls who had originally not paid much attention to the large groups also received the news, and the calm naval base gradually became boiling.

In a certain house in the British area, a shipgirl with long blond hair and glasses slowly put down her phone, a look of annoyance on her face. She muttered quietly, "Hancock actually beat me to it..."

Across from her, a woman with short blond hair and a curvy figure, covered her left eye with a black eye mask. A bottle of expensive red wine was placed on the coffee table beside her. She poured herself a glass and asked lazily, "Hood, what happened?"

"Isn't it in the group? You'll know for yourself." Hood curled his lips and picked up the orange cat that was curled up beside him and sleeping soundly. The cat was awakened by Hood's actions, raised its head and looked at Hood lazily, and found that it was its owner who was holding it. After a weak cry, it hung its limbs softly and let Hood play with it.

"Who are you angry with?" The girl who asked the question was sitting in the main seat on the sofa in the room. She was wearing a red long dress, with her snow-white and delicate shoulders and arms exposed. Under the light, they shone like jade. She was also holding a glass of red wine, shaking her wrist slightly, and her beautiful eyes looked at the wine in the glass in a daze. Although her expression was lazy, it revealed a hint of majesty that was difficult to conceal.

"Sister, do you even need to ask? It's definitely Bismarck again." Next to the girl who had just spoken, a blond girl with a dignified expression sat upright and said seriously, "But given Bismarck's personality, she wouldn't take the initiative to flirt with Hood. Maybe she's just being sentimental again?"

"No! Duke of York, stop talking nonsense!" Hood yelled, then angrily fell down on the sofa with the orange cat in his arms, and said sullenly: "If you are in the mood to tease me, you might as well take a look..."

Before he could finish his words, Hood's movement just happened to knock down the ship cat Fishcake who was curled up and sleeping on the other end of the sofa. The black and white cat was sleeping soundly when it was suddenly attacked. Frightened, it stretched out its claws without hesitation and scratched Hood's face fiercely.

So, when the two sisters of Counterattack Reputation, dressed in maid outfits and holding food and fruits in their hands, walked into the door, they saw the glory of the British Empire, the flagship of the Royal Navy, the elegant Lady Hood, who was holding the scruff of the neck of the Tuxedo Fish Cake in a rage and shaking it there desperately.

The two sisters were not surprised at Hood's behavior. After all, they had been together for so long that they were no longer surprised by this "lady" who appeared elegant on the surface but actually always liked to do some strange things.

"King George V, Prince of Wales, please do not drink on an empty stomach." Reputation placed the food in his hand on the coffee table next to Prince of Wales and advised that although ship girls would not get sick, they would subconsciously follow human health rules when conditions permitted.

"Ah, thank you for your hard work, Renown and Counter-Attack." King George V of England nodded. As ship girls, there was no distinction between high and low among them, but Renown and Counter-Attack seemed to like taking care of others more. When they were not on any attack missions, they often wore maid outfits to do some cleaning work. Over time, they simply acted as maids in the naval base. Among them, Renown became the only head maid in the naval base due to her outstanding abilities, and was favored by the admiral.

King George V of England lowered his gaze slightly, and on his hand clasped in front of him, a diamond ring was shining brightly.

The ring of promise, what it represents is self-evident. Countless people in the garrison envied this ring, but King George V of England did not feel jealous. After all, he also had such a ring on his hand.

Even Hood had one in his hand. At this time, only the famous sister Counterattack was in the room. Since she joined the garrison late and her strength was not outstanding after the transformation, she had not yet obtained the ring that belonged to her.

"Um... Miss Hood, please don't treat it like this." On the other side, Counterattack put down the cut fruit platter in his hand, and persuaded Hood who was still shaking the fish cake with some concern. At this time, the fish cake had lost the ability to resist under Hood's high-frequency shaking, and its body drooped limply, as if it was dead.

Of course, as part of Hood's ship equipment, Fishcake's vitality far exceeds that of ordinary creatures. As long as it is not fatally injured, no matter how serious the injury is, it can be recovered by spending a little resources. This is why Hood dares to treat it like this.

"Humph!" The counterattack was effective. Hood hesitated for a moment, but finally put down the fish cake with reluctance. He watched the cat try to escape the moment its paws touched the ground, but because of dizziness, it lost its direction and bumped into the leg of the coffee table, falling dizzy. Hood laughed unscrupulously: "Serves you right! You can catch me!"

Fan Bing squatted down, picked up the fish cake with rolling eyes, and held it in her arms and caressed it lovingly. The black and white fish cake was immediately attracted by Fan Bing's bust which was much fuller than Hood's. This novel experience cured the fish cake who could only eat bean sprouts at ordinary times. The cat raised its head and rubbed Fan Bing's palm gently, then buried its head in her arms and did not move.

"Speaking of which, Hood, what did you just see?" The Prince of Wales asked curiously, shaking his red wine glass and sniffing the fragrance of the wine.

Hood folded his hands over his empty chest and said angrily, "Why are you asking me? Can't you check the chat group yourself?"

The Duke of York said with a smile: "We are not like you who sit around all day doing nothing but petting cats and holding your phone."

"The Duke of York!" Hood shouted. She felt that her dignity was seriously challenged. She had always been respected by everyone before, but why did they gradually dare to make jokes about her?

Hood had no idea that the key to the problem lay with himself, and the Duke of York knew when to stop. After making a joke, he took out his mobile phone to check it.

Upon seeing this, the Duke of York's face darkened.

"Sisters, it's time for us to go." The Duke of York raised his head and looked at his two sisters, with a stern and heroic look on his handsome face.

"Where are you going?" King George V of England asked casually as he slowly sipped his wine.

"Of course it's to steal men!" The Duke of York threw the phone in front of the eldest sister. As a photo came into her eyes, the wine glass in the hand of King George V of England trembled unconsciously, and the bright red wine spilled, staining a dark red mark on her skirt.

Thirty-three, Idiot Loli

In a villa in Italy.

Although it was already quite late, the living room of the villa was quite noisy. Ji Ling, who had acquired S-type citizenship after the renovation but still considered himself a member of the I-type, and his sister Aviel, surrounded a little girl sitting in the main seat and kept flattering her. On the other side of the sofa, a girl with long flaxen hair and a plump figure leaned lazily against the back of the sofa as if she had no bones, and her upper and lower eyelids were engaged in a fierce struggle.

"Big sister, don't believe that old woman's lies anymore!" Ji Ling held a large can of milk in her hands and handed it to the young-looking but majestic little girl like she was offering a treasure. With an impassioned expression, she said, "Medicine is evil! Only a healthy diet and sufficient nutrients can help you grow taller and enlarge your breasts. That old woman's potion has no scientific basis, yet it's so expensive. Don't let her fool you again!"

Veneto's eyebrows trembled slightly. She lowered her head and looked at the little blonde girl who was half-kneeling in front of her. The expression on her face reminded her of the loyal ministers in movies and TV dramas who risked their lives to persuade the unjust and foolish monarchs. However, Veneto was not the kind of monarch with an unclear mind, and Ji Ling was not a loyal minister either.

"Kami, don't talk nonsense. I never said anything like that." Veneto held a specially made drink in her hand. She drank it down in one gulp, suppressing the strange taste. She said casually, "It's just an ordinary energy drink. It doesn't have those weird effects."

"Although Big Sister hasn't said it, as your most loyal little sister, Cami...how could I, Ji Ling, not know your feelings?" Ji Ling extended the milk jug forward, not noticing her sister Aviel quietly retreating beside her. "To grow taller and have bigger breasts, you must consume sufficient nutrition! So, supplementing with meat, eggs, and milk is the right way. How can you rely on those unscientific witchcraft potions?"

"Kami!" A throbbing vein gradually appeared on Veneto's forehead, and there was a hint of danger in his tone: "I say again, I don't have any such strange intentions! I don't need any breast enhancement potion or milk!"

"You say that, but I'm actually envious of tall, voluptuous figures, right?" Empire, the flaxen-haired girl, yawned lazily. She slowly stretched her body, her slender waist and bulging chest still extremely conspicuous even in her loose cotton pajamas. Ignoring Veneto's increasingly dangerous gaze, she looked at him expressionlessly, her gaze slowly lowering to her chest. A hint of pity flashed in her indifferent eyes, "Sister, give up. You're past puberty, and we're not human. It's difficult to change our body shape. No matter how hard we try, no miracle will happen."

"Sister Roma, don't you think so?"

The last sentence was said to a green-haired girl who was wearing pajamas, with a faint dampness on her body, as if she had just taken a shower and came to the refrigerator in the living room to look for a drink.

"Eh? Ah... maybe?" Roma, a girl with short green hair and a face very similar to Veneto but a much taller figure than her, didn't seem to hear what the Empire said clearly and responded subconsciously. However, this response caused trouble. She only felt a whistling wind coming into her ears, and before she could figure out what was happening, she was hit in the face by something.

"Roma, you seem to have become bolder recently?" Veneto stood on the sofa, with his feet in black garter stockings on the sofa armrest, maintaining a throwing posture, and staring coldly at Roma who was dancing to keep his balance.

"Sister..." Roma swallowed carefully. There was still a red mark on the tip of her nose from being hit by the water cup. Fortunately, when the plastic water cup was thrown to her, the drink in it had been drunk up, otherwise she would have looked even more embarrassed now.

"I, I didn't mean that..." Roma looked like he was about to cry. It was the Empire that angered Veneto, but why was his sister's anger directed at him in the end?

Veneto knew his anger was unreasonable, so he just glared at Rome without saying anything. Then he looked at the nonchalant Empire, gritted his teeth, and said viciously, "And you! Don't act like you know nothing! You didn't think I forgot what you said, did you?"

Empire blinked, looking puzzled: "Did I just say anything?"

Veneto walked over slowly on the sofa, his expression slightly distraught. "Ah, seriously, one after another, all of them are like this. I've had enough! Let me teach you how to respect your sister!"

"Big, big sister?" Seeing Veneto slowly approaching, even the seemingly expressionless Empire couldn't help showing a panic expression. He moved his body and tried to escape. However, it was too late. Veneto suddenly pounced on her, pressed her hands on the Empire's shoulders, tilted her head back slightly, and then slammed into her hard.

"Bang!" A huge crash resounded throughout the living room. Empire was hit hard on the forehead by Veneto's headbutt. He immediately collapsed on the sofa with stars in his eyes and his eyes rolling around.

Looking at the scene in front of her, the carefree Ji Ling realized that the situation had become serious. She habitually looked to her side, wanting to pull her sister Aviel to take the blame. However, Aviel, who had suffered greatly, had already seen the danger and slipped away. When she turned around again, Veneto, with a faint red light in his eyes, had come to her.