Traveled through time at the same time, but both clones were beautiful girls

The young man seemed like a pirate, or perhaps an adventurer.

But the ruthless pirates weren't as energetic as him, and the scheming adventurers weren't as romantic and carefree. This young captain, tanned to a bronze color, seemed to be fully enjoying every minute and every second of life.

—To live is to live life to the fullest!

Brandt was that kind of person.

He took a sip of his drink and clapped his hands loudly: "Everyone, pay special attention! I heard that in the last few days, someone spotted a whale swimming upstream in these waters. We can't let it knock our old friend into the sky!"

After saying that, he began a monologue in a theatrical tone, amusing himself: "Legend has it that many, many years ago, it was the duty of the whale that sailed upstream to guide sailors who had perished at sea to the afterlife. But its temperament was unpredictable; when it was in grief or anger, its whale song could cause storms to rage and the world to darken."

"Until the Lord Imbrium enlightened its wisdom with the light, it was able to guide the fish and protect the sea—"

"puff!"

He suddenly spat out the wine in his mouth, wiped his eyes, and exclaimed, "Wait a minute! What's that? When did an island appear in that direction?"

From the time he was sent on a pilgrimage ship as a child, Brandt has spent most of his life on ships and at sea. He prides himself on knowing the waters around Laguna like the back of his hand, but today he sees an unfamiliar island.

"I see it! It's bare, but it looks like there are crystals sparkling inside... Maybe there's treasure up there!"

Brandt, holding his binoculars, suddenly shouted, "No! There are people up there!!"

He observed carefully: "It's a dark-haired man. He seems to be trapped on the island. We need to send someone to rescue him."

Such a large ship could not possibly only have him, the first mate, and a few sailors. Immediately, a sailor launched a small boat and swam towards the barren island.

Not long after, he returned looking extremely gloomy.

"Where is he? He didn't go with you?"

The sailor uncle had a strange expression.

"That kid suspects we're pirates and doesn't trust us!"

"That's normal, I'm used to it."

Brandt shrugged: "Did he say anything else?"

"That man is a lunatic."

The sailor grumbled, "He even said he needed some kind of 'little loli mommy' to appease him before he'd board the ship. He must be out of his mind."

"Loli Mom?"

"They said she was a gentle little girl... I didn't understand, I was just deeply moved."

"Tsk, looks like we've run into someone impressive."

Brant stood there stunned for a long time, then turned to look at the box: "First Mate, what do you think? I have a bad feeling that if we save this guy, something terrible might happen, but I can't just leave him be."

A gentle, albeit seemingly emotionless, voice rang out: "The Fools' Troupe cannot stand by and watch someone die."

"Of course! However, the other party might not be a peaceful person. Remember to bring Perot with you and be careful."

"Rococo understands."

A petite blue figure emerged from the box.

She flung the suitcase into the sea, then performed several somersaults, leaping off the ship like a diver.

"Pelo!!"

Before falling into the sea, the petite figure was caught by the two dark blue clay arms of the box named "Pero". Then, she stepped onto the box and slid across the sea like a skateboard.

Brandt was still looking through binoculars on the ship.

He only saw Rococo arrive on the island and exchange a few words with the other party.

Suddenly, the man looked up and smiled at him through the binoculars.

Brandt's heart skipped a beat.

"Overwhelmingly domineering! This is bad!!"

But it was too late.

Suddenly, the ground shook, and the ship's hull emitted a fearful neigh, retreating far away on its own.

Suddenly, a colossal creature emerged from the sea; the so-called barren island was merely the head of a whale surfacing above the water.

The man standing on the head of the giant whale, holding a cute girl in his arms, didn't forget to wave to the people on the boat.

"I'll take your first mate with me."

"..."

Brandt almost fainted from anger.

A reader asked me about the exact time of the Battle of the Scimitars, so I'm posting a screenshot from the game here.

Chapter Sixty-Five: She is a woman who can become a mother.

Rococo was not only the ship's first mate, but also the second-in-command of the Fools' Theatre.

She is an all-around prop master and improvisational comedian.

"Are you an actor?"

"Yes, Rocco is a comedian in the Fools' Theatre."

"Or a comedian?"

Following the will of the supreme deity, the docile whale that traversed the sea broke through the turbulent surface at a gentle pace.

On its head, Adam looked at the little one in his arms, finding her self-introduction unbelievable.

"Logically speaking, in our world of anime and manga, characters with a maternal aura are generally not associated with comedy."

He noticed Rococo's heterochromatic red and yellow eyes, and was reminded of Matcha Hakimi from a famous girl band, and then of a certain motherly character in that band. He paused for a moment, then said, "Not necessarily."

"What do you want to do to Rococo?"

The girl in his arms remained calm, meeting Adam's gaze with a slight distance, as if unaware that she had been kidnapped.

The main theme is calm and uneventful.

"You're so cute, I want to take you home."

"..."

Rococo's usually composed face finally showed signs of bewilderment: "This, this is the legendary kidnapping?"

"No, no, no, kidnapping either results in the hostage being killed or the hostage being returned. I just want to take you home and have you live with me."

The girl understood: "You want to become family with Rococo?"

"Yes, Mom."

"..."

"You misheard me, I meant, sister."

Adam nuzzled against the blueberry cake in his arms, feeling pleased.

He originally made this trip to see the Lord of Lina Xita, Imbrado.

As soon as I arrived here, I discovered a pseudo-emotional, emotionless loli-type mother who perfectly fits my aesthetic, and now all I can see is the girl in her arms.

Who cares which one Inbra is?

Look at the child in my arms!

Seemingly stunned by his family's remarks, Rococo is now looking thoughtful, which is absolutely adorable!

"You...you really want me to be your family, huh? Rococo understands."

She looked at Adam, a hint of sympathy in her eyes: "Don't you have any family?"

"?"

"It's alright. Many people in the troupe don't have families, but everyone is living a good life."

That's not important.

Adam's smile vanished and then reappeared: "Husbands are common, but little mommies are rare. You're still young and don't understand the hardships of an adult like me. All you need to know is that you'll be living with me from now on."

In fact, Rococo understood the hardships adults faced.

Rather, she herself is a little adult and knows the hardships of adult life; she just hasn't met someone as strange as Adam.

"Live with you? Then everyone in the Fool's Troupe...?"

"I don't care."

Adam patted her little head and smiled brightly, "We'll talk about becoming family later. I'll definitely push you, so don't worry."

How can I feel at ease?

Rococo narrowed her heterochromatic, jewel-like eyes and protested, "Rococo is going back to find everyone! Rococo will not give in!"

"Then it's not up to you!"

He hugged the girl tightly, as if venting his resentment at being misunderstood as Wa's junior, and began to rub her chubby cheeks and head.

"Mua~Mua~"

"Let go of me, you bad person..."

Rococo remained expressionless, struggling against the man's embrace, but her resistance was nothing short of pleasure for Adam.

I have to say, bullying a seemingly emotionless but actually cute little girl is a really fun thing to do, and you just can't stop.

(She's not really a loli. She was at least six or seven years old when she was banished from Laguna. The records show that she watched thousands of sunrises and sunsets at Ship Burial Beach. Even if we assume that was ten years, she would be seventeen years old in total. She just looks young... so this is really possible!)

Sensing its master's mournful cry, the suitcase-shaped creature quickly jumped over and frantically tried to comfort Rococo.

“Pelo?”

"Pelope!"

After a wonderful exchange of words, Rococo understood.

It wasn't that Pelo didn't want to save her from the big bad guy; rather, Pelo felt a deep-seated fear of Adam.

It took all its courage to speak up and comfort Rococo.

"Your box is quite interesting."

Seeing that the bad guys were about to hurt Perot, Rococo became nervous.

"You care a lot about this little thing?"

"Pero is an important member of Rococo's family."

Rococo was once a resident of Laguna, but she was exiled for singing plays that were not permitted by the monastic order.

Since the Black Tide ravaged Laguna twenty years ago, the Hidden Sea Order has intensified its control over public opinion. Those deemed "unbelievers" by the Order will be forced to board pilgrimage ships.

The religious order tells the public that the blasphemous sins committed by these sinners can only be forgiven by Lord Imperata himself. Therefore, they must undergo a difficult pilgrimage, allowing suffering to cleanse their bodies and minds. As long as they repent from the bottom of their hearts, Lord Imperata will greet them at the end of the pilgrimage and grant them forgiveness.

However, to this day, the people of Raguna have never heard of anyone returning from a pilgrimage.

The order claims that they have reached the dwelling place of the Lord of the Year and voluntarily serve Him there devoutly, never to return.

Even though everyone knew it was a lie, almost no one dared to openly question the authority of the Hidden Sea Cult.

Rococo was expelled from Laguna when he was young and drifted to the end of a pilgrimage ship. At the end, there was no Lord of the Year, only countless ferocious and monstrous creatures.

A young girl lay dying on the shipwreck beach, the pilgrimage ship behind her battered to pieces by the waves.

She closed her eyes and awaited death.

Then, a strangely shaped box saved her.

This is the origin of Rococo and Perrot.

"I've never seen a box-shaped, sound-sounding skeleton before, let me see it!"

"Waaaa, Pelo! Pelo!"

Adam pulled the timid Pelo over, grinning mischievously as he groped the blue, clay-like box, making it creak and squeal.

(Theoretically, voices are genderless, but in the official description, Rococo and Pero are referred to as "they"... I think Pero is still quite charming.)

He opened the box and rummaged through it, finding a bronze-green old-fashioned pistol.