[Name]: Yorktown
[Category]: Azur Lane – Shipgirl
[Faith]: Apostle
[Rank]: Ninth Order Demigod
[Talent]: Carrier Rigging
[Skills]: Vengeance Strike, Fleet Carrier
[Standard Equipment]: Twin 113mm AA Gun, Torpedo Bombers (F4U, Barracuda, Meteor), Bombers (SB2C Helldiver, BTD-1 Destroyer), Fighters (Sea Hornet), High-Performance Anti-Air Radar
[Enhanced Equipment]: High-Energy Laser Cannon, Railgun, EMP Cannon, Land Combat Boots
Vengeance Strike: When taking damage, automatically triggers an aerial barrage. Fleet Carrier: Increases bombing power by 5%.
"Yorktown… the gentle, affectionate lady type?"
Phil's lips curved into a smile as he looked at the woman before him, mature, alluring, like a big sister who understood everything.
Until now, most of his shipgirls had been lolis or cool-headed beauties, but now he finally had one of another kind entirely. That, naturally, was a welcome surprise.
Older women knew more than even the confident ones, and were far easier to handle.
Easier to handle?
What on earth was he thinking?
Phil shook his head, quickly throwing aside those wandering thoughts.
"Commander," Yorktown greeted warmly, stepping forward, "I'm Yorktown, your most loyal big sister. It's an honor to finally meet you. My, I didn't expect you to be so handsome… you've already stolen my heart."
With that, she cupped Phil's cheeks in her hands, her voice dripping with charm.
Mature women really were different, teasing their commander the moment they appeared. None of his other shipgirls would ever dare such boldness.
Phil's gaze slipped downward for just a moment, and he couldn't help but sigh in silent admiration.
No wonder her profile had labeled her as a "lady." The title was perfect for her.
"Commander belongs to all of us," Bismarck interjected coldly, frowning. "You shouldn't be so forward the moment you arrive."
Yorktown's display was far too daring, too flirtatious, any woman would feel a stab of jealousy watching it.
Even Bismarck, with all her poise, was no exception.
"Y-yeah," muttered Laffey, swaying slightly with a bottle in her hand. "Commander belongs to everyone… Yorktown-nee, you're too quick to make a move. I mean, I can be forward too, but… only when it's just me and Commander. Yeah. Glug, glug…"
Despite her sleepy tone, Laffey's protest was endearing.
"Hehe, don't be angry, sisters," Yorktown replied sweetly. "I've been searching for light after so much darkness. Now that I've found it, I'm simply overwhelmed. Forgive me. Commander… I love you."
With that, she pulled Phil against her, embracing him tightly.
Phil, for his part, didn't resist in the slightest. His handsome face was buried in warmth, and he had no complaints.
The other shipgirls, however, were less than pleased, frowning in unison.
"Commander, I want a hug too!"
One after another, they rushed forward, unwilling to yield.
Phil gave a helpless smile and shook his head.
With so many shipgirls around, life was only going to get more exhausting from here.
"Alright, enough. Line up, all of you. Anyone who doesn't listen will be punished," Phil said in mock sternness.
Instantly, they all fell obediently into place.
They knew very well that punishment from the Commander was no trivial matter—it was maddeningly frustrating, a craving never satisfied. To them, it was torture.
Phil couldn't help but think he had trained them well. Just one word, and they obeyed.
Without further delay, Phil raised his hand, blessing the remaining ships.
A blaze of blue light flared, and four brand new shipgirls emerged.
The first to step forth from the glow was a light cruiser in a maid uniform—Belfast.
[Name]: Belfast
[Category]: Azur Lane Shipgirl
[Faith]: Apostle
[Rank]: Ninth Order Demigod
[Talent]: Light Cruiser Rigging
[Skills]: Burning Order, Smoke Screen, Exclusive Barrage
[Standard Equipment]: Triple Dual-Purpose Guns, Quintuple 533mm Magnetic Torpedoes, Twin 113mm AA Gun T3, Type 93 Oxygen Torpedoes
[Enhanced Equipment]: High-Energy Laser Cannon, Railgun, EMP Cannon, High-Performance Anti-Air Radar, Land Combat Boots
[Personality]: Perfect Maid, elegant, precise, insists on perfection
Burning Order: Increases HE shell damage by 15%, fire chance by 3%. Smoke Screen: Conceals self, obstructs enemy vision. Exclusive Barrage: Every 18 main gun attacks, unleashes a unique full-fire barrage.
"Greetings, Commander," Belfast curtsied gracefully. "I am Belfast, a humble maid who now dedicates her life to you. Whatever you require, I shall provide without hesitation.
Ah—your collar is untidy. Allow me to fix it."
She stepped forward and carefully adjusted his uniform.
Her enthusiasm rivaled, perhaps even surpassed, that of Yorktown just moments before.
The maid uniform only heightened her allure, so much so that even the well-seasoned Phil couldn't help but glance twice.
And in that fleeting glance, Belfast saw all she needed.
"Commander… you do need me, don't you?" she asked, voice trembling with excitement. "Belfast can give you anything, for example…"
She reached for the hem of her skirt;
"!!!" Phil
"…" Yorktown
"…" Bismarck
"..." The rest of the shipgirls
They had thought Yorktown was daring. But compared to Belfast, her approach was tame.
This generation of shipgirls was far too bold.
Yorktown blinked in surprise, then her eyes narrowed with a spark of determination. As a mature woman, she couldn't afford to lose ground in the competition for her Commander's affection.
She strode forward with elegant steps. "Commander, are you tired? If so, your big sister can help you relax."
Not to be outdone, Belfast lifted her chin proudly. "As the perfect maid, no one understands how to serve the Commander better than I. Leave it to me."
"You're still young. There are things only I can do to truly bring him joy."
"Age doesn't matter," Belfast shot back. "I am the world's perfect maid. Caring for others is my specialty."
At that moment, another voice, elegant and refined, drifted out from a new circle of light.
"If you're the perfect maid, Belfast… then what does that make me?"
The newcomers turned to see another stunning woman step out, also in a maid's uniform.
It was Sirius, another light cruiser.
[Name]: Sirius
[Category]: Azur Lane Shipgirl
[Faith]: Apostle
[Rank]: Ninth Order Demigod
[Talent]: Light Cruiser Rigging
[Skills]: Wolf's Mark, Fire Coverage, Exclusive Barrage
[Standard Equipment]: 138.6mm Single Gun, Quadruple 533mm Magnetic Torpedoes, Quad 40mm Bofors AA
[Enhanced Equipment]: High-Energy Laser Cannon, Railgun, EMP Cannon, High-Performance Anti-Air Radar, Land Combat Boots
[Personality]: Devoted, elegant, endlessly loyal
Wolf's Mark: Increases accuracy by 10%. Fire Coverage: Boosts firing rate by 30%. Exclusive Barrage: Every 15 main gun attacks, unleashes a unique full-fire barrage.
"Sirius!" Belfast's eyes sharpened with immediate rivalry.
Both were light cruisers, both were maids, their competition was inevitable.
"Hehe, I heard my master's call, so I came," Sirius said softly, her voice brimming with devotion.
She glided forward to Phil, bowed gracefully, and spoke with conviction:
"My proud master, Sirius of the Royal Maids, reporting for duty. From this day forth, I shall protect your honor and faith until eternity's end.
And everything Belfast can do… I can do even better."
"What did you say? I am the perfect maid!" Belfast snapped.
"Perfection isn't declared, it's proven. Why don't we put it to the test?" Sirius replied calmly, a sly glimmer in her eyes.
While Belfast embodied delicate charm, Sirius radiated elegant devotion. Neither was better nor worse, it was simply a difference in style.
And Phil? He enjoyed variety. If all his shipgirls were alike, life would be dull indeed.
"How shall we test it?" Belfast asked warily.
"As maids, naturally, the test is in serving our Commander. We'll attend him together… and he will decide." Sirius smiled knowingly.
Belfast's lips curled into a faint smile of her own, as though she understood her rival's true intentions.
But before either could move, a sultry voice cut through from yet another glow of light.
"My, my… the two of you seem to have planned this well. Pretending to compete, but really working together to monopolize the Commander? I, Atago, won't allow it."
The voice belonged to a voluptuous woman in a school uniform paired with black stockings.
Atago, the heavy cruiser.
[Name]: Atago
[Category]: Azur Lane Shipgirl
[Faith]: Apostle
[Rank]: Ninth Order Demigod
[Talent]: Heavy Cruiser Rigging
[Skills]: Incendiary Fanatic, Torpedo Volley, Full Salvo
[Standard Equipment]: Triple Naval Gun, Twin Naval Gun, Quintuple 533mm Torpedoes, High-Performance Rudder
[Enhanced Equipment]: High-Energy Laser Cannon, Railgun, EMP Cannon, High-Performance Anti-Air Radar, Land Combat Boots
[Personality]: Gentle, confident, flirtatious, with a hearty appetite
Phil couldn't help the amused smile tugging at his lips.
So this batch of shipgirls was all fiery and bold. Honestly, he liked it that way.
Atago's steps were deliberate, her gaze sultry. She reached him in moments, fluttering her lashes.
"My, what a handsome Commander. I'm Atago. From now on, let your big sister take care of you. You've already captured me completely—listen, can you hear my heart racing?"
She pressed herself against him so he could feel her quickened heartbeat.
"…." Phil
"!!" Sirius
"!!" Belfast
"Unforgivable! Atago, duel me!" Belfast snapped.
Neither maid had expected Atago to steal their spotlight so effortlessly. They were indignant, to say the least.
Watching the chaos, Yorktown only smiled faintly.
"Enough, sisters. The Commander belongs to all of us. Quarreling only disturbs our harmony. I suggest we take turns."
"Hehe, no need to suggest it," came a new voice. Enterprise had arrived, smiling. "It was always meant to be that way."
Yorktown's face lit up with joy at the sight of her comrade. She hurried forward.
"Enterprise! I didn't notice you earlier. I'm so glad you're here."
"I didn't expect to see you either. It's wonderful to reunite."
The two shared a warm moment, friends and allies, together again.
Phil didn't mind the occasional dispute. As long as his shipgirls stood united when it mattered, that was enough.
As chatter filled the air, another calm voice drifted from the final glow.
"What a lively atmosphere. I've grown so used to the North's cold and solitude that I can't even remember the last time I saw such warmth. Hah… I've forgotten myself it gives me a headache."
Bismarck's eyes widened with joy.
"Tirpitz… is that you?" she whispered, hurrying toward the emerging figure.
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