Chapter 59

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59. Can't you be a bit more independent?

The relationship between the shipgirls and the Abyssals is adversarial.

One could even say that the Abyssals sometimes let human ships pass. But any Abyssal, upon seeing a shipgirl, will instinctively attack.

It's as if it's a natural reaction. Just like when humans see flies and bugs, they instinctively swat them. There's no particular emotion, just a simple and pure desire to kill the other. It's that simple and straightforward.

However, this kind of thought changes when it reaches the level of intelligent beings. Because with intelligence comes the ability to communicate on a basic level. This even opens up the possibility of reconciliation. Through communication, discussion, and mutual understanding, a brief but tacit ceasefire treaty can be born among intelligent beings.

But one thing is certain. They are enemies. Enemies who cannot be reconciled, cannot trust each other, and are etched with hatred from their genes to their souls.

Both the Abyssals and the shipgirls are aware of this.

"But in the end, it's just ugly feelings among a few women, isn't it?"

Looking at the group of trembling combat team members in front of her, Sacramento blinked and casually fed herself a small dried fish.

The Enterprise indeed acted on her free will, running around and swearing to uncover the nonexistent conspiracy of the Northern Abyssal. But the other combat teams were in a dire situation. You're a late-stage admiral enthusiast, but the others aren't! You, the flagship, rushed in to stir up trouble, but what about us, the follow-up fleets? Should we just eat air?

After numerous shipgirls failed to dissuade her, they decided to find the hidden boss of this base, hoping that Sacramento would help them out of humanitarian spirit. At the very least, don't let the Enterprise drag them into her death wish.

But Sacramento's response was very much in her style. If you want to say something, why don't you say it yourself? Why should she say it?

"If you want to go so much, why don't you go yourself? Why come to me?"

"We've already said we don't want to get involved in this—"

"The one who was feeding the cats this morning was saying something over there."

"—Huh?"

Plan Ship No. 1's body instantly stiffened, looking at the white-clad girl eating the small dried fish, sweat pouring down her face, and forcing a stiff smile. But that smile looked more like she was about to eat someone.

"Miss Sacramento, I think you might have misunderstood something. I just really like those two little guys, so it's nothing..."

So fake! And the nervous look is so suspicious!

The other combat team shipgirls looked at Plan Ship No. 1 and cautiously stepped back.

"I'm also surprised," Sacramento said calmly, chewing on the dried fish. "That Plan Ship No. 1, who has always been dismissive, would secretly eavesdrop and even feed the cats on the playground in the morning."

"Because, you see, my stealth performance is really good, and there's nothing to do at night. So I just wander around, look around, and accidentally discovered it."

"Discovered what?"

"Hmm~ Actually, it's nothing much. I only heard the part about the promise."

Looking at the sweating Plan Ship No. 1, Sacramento smiled gently.

"I was really surprised. It's the first time I've heard such a romantic confession outside of a novel. But the admiral didn't seem to notice anything."

"But, after all, when one is warm and well-fed, one thinks of lust. The admiral is not warm, not well-fed, and could die at any moment. I think the most important thing right now is to focus on the admiral's condition, don't you think? You're all too self-centered, aren't you?"

No, it's not so much self-centered as completely unaware.

Sacramento nodded, confirming her theory.

The admiral is human. He doesn't have the abundant energy of a shipgirl. And given the admiral's current state, he really isn't suitable for any intense activities.

He's so weak that he might die in bed at any moment. While romantic feelings are important, from a safety perspective, it's best not to overexert that poor man. He's just been pulled back from the brink of death to a state of sub-health. At least wait a couple of months for him to recover before fighting over his affection.

"I won't say anything about what happens next, but, after all, you should do your own things, right? Whether it's ugly feelings, noble feelings, or humble feelings, everything is your own. Always relying on others, what will you do?"

Smiling calmly at the nervous Plan Ship No. 1, Sacramento said steadily.

"Even if I help you this time and the next few times, there will come a day when I can't help you. What will you do then?"

"Besides, I don't dislike that Northern Abyssal, but I don't want to betray my side either. So how about I just keep quiet this time? If everyone comes to me for help, I don't know what to do either. You're relying on me too much. How about being a bit more independent? I would be very happy."

Smiling at the sweating group, the white-clad shipgirl remained seated, calmly eating her small dried fish, and waved her hand, signaling the poor combat team shipgirls to leave her sight.

"..."

Scary, oppressive, terrifying.

Even though Sacramento didn't say anything harsh or rude, everyone felt a sense of oppression and discomfort. Their moods even sank a bit.

"Then, I'm very sorry for the disturbance."

No. 110 apologized honestly, gave a look to the others, and left the room.

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