Chapter 56

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56. Hope and Confusion

“Ugh...”

A feeling of oppression in his chest.

It was as if something was pressing down on his chest.

Not only did his chest feel heavy, but something fluffy was also brushing against his face, making his nose itch and wanting to sneeze.

After several attempts to drive it away, the oppressive feeling returned after a while. Under such pressure, even if the Commander was deeply asleep, he could only wake up. He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and slowly lifted his head.

“What’s going on...”

The Commander, lying on the wire bed, opened his eyes in confusion and looked down. He met the gaze of two pairs of eyes. Two fluffy creatures were lying on his chest.

“Ah... Hope...” Looking at the two little creatures on his chest, the Commander shook his head, trying to clear his mind after just waking from a deep sleep. He took off the Commander's hat from the bedside and put it on his head.

It had become a habit to take off the hat and change clothes when sleeping, but the first thing to do upon waking was to put the Commander's hat on his head. Otherwise, he would always feel like he was forgetting something, and the rest of the day would be without energy. So his morning routine had become quite peculiar.

From a psychological perspective, this could be considered a form of self-suggestion. Usually, self-suggestion has some trigger, could it be that my trigger is just too much frustration?

Encountering such a situation would generally make anyone frustrated...

After all, every day feels like you're about to die.

The Commander thought about this, put the hat on his head, and the feeling of fatigue instantly disappeared.

“Hmm, it’s four in the afternoon, time for the inspection, right.”

He glanced at the broken clock on the wall, and the hands clearly pointed to four in the afternoon. Although the sun was still shining outside, it wouldn’t be long before it turned completely dark. The Commander was well aware of this.

In this place, it gets bright and dark very quickly. There’s nothing to obstruct or reflect the light, so the weather changes rapidly.

“Already tidied up?”

He took the clothes hanging on the other side of the clothes rack and looked at the desk.

But he was surprised to find that the desk, which should have been a mess, was now neatly organized. Every item had been meticulously arranged. Upon closer inspection, he could see that the misspellings had been corrected by some elegant handwriting.

‘Was it the Hyuga who did this? When did her handwriting get so good?’ As he dressed, the Commander thought to himself, looking at the neatly organized desk.

‘Forget it, I’ll deal with it later.’

He quickly put the small matters out of his mind and tidied up his clothes.

In the mirror opposite, the gaunt man’s face showed a rare sign of vitality. The nearly decaying face gradually regained some color. Compared to the most difficult times, the Commander now looked much more refreshed.

Although he still looked like he was about to die compared to ordinary humans, the difference from a few months ago, when he really was on the verge of death, was significant.

“Alright, come with me, we still need to inspect the base.”

He picked up the two little creatures curled up on the bed and opened the door with a smile.

“Ah...”

“Oh, isn’t that the Hyuga?”

Looking at the ship girl standing at the door, looking somewhat hesitant, the Commander said in surprise.

“What’s wrong? You look like you want to say something but can’t? Ah, right, you tidied up my desk, didn’t you? Thanks.”

“Ah? Ah...”

The Hyuga, who had been standing at the door with a cold sweat, suddenly looked puzzled at these words. Then her brows furrowed, and she seemed to realize something, her beautiful face twisting as if she had been hit by a bullet, and her expression became increasingly grim.

“Tidying up the desk wasn’t done by me, but by someone else. And that person also organized the data and the newly discovered routes, adding a lot of new things.”

“Isn’t that great? Who is it? We have such a capable girl in our base?”

“No...”

The Hyuga’s face became even more grim as she listened to the Commander.

That expression seemed more like a reaction to hearing something extremely disgusting rather than dissatisfaction with a subordinate being praised. She looked extremely displeased.

Is there someone in this base that she dislikes so much? Could there be some other reason? I don’t think the Hyuga is the type to favor certain people. Could there really be some unspeakable reason? Is there something so secret in this base?

Even as a ship girl, she is a woman, and it’s normal for women to have secrets...

The Commander sighed as he looked at the conflicted Hyuga.

“If you don’t want to say, then just follow me and inspect the base more.”

“...Yes.”

“Can I wait until I finish archiving the documents before following you?”

It will only take three minutes.

The Hyuga nodded as if she had been granted a reprieve. But then she remembered the documents in her hand and said to the Commander with some difficulty.

“Sure, go ahead. It’s completely fine.”

“Yes.”

She bowed respectfully to the Commander and turned to enter his room. She frowned as she inserted a few documents in various places. But for some reason, the smoother the process went, the more her face darkened.

By the time she came out, her face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and her trembling body made one wonder if she was about to explode.

Not to that extent, right? Have the relationships between ship girls become so bad?

The Commander shook his head, looking at the low-pressure Hyuga behind him, and carried the two meowing kittens, walking ahead on his own.

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