Chapter 65

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65. Heart Like Crystal, Unmarred by Dust

On the other hand, the collective dormitory of the combat team was still shrouded in a heavy silence.

The air was as heavy as mercury, making even the breathing sounds sluggish and obstructed. Six shipgirls lay on their respective beds, each lost in their own thoughts.

No, to be precise, only three shipgirls were thinking.

Listening to the steady breathing from above and behind, No. 111 was almost driven mad.

Why did they put a complete newbie like me in this place? And why can you three sleep so soundly? I can understand the two Slavs, but Miss Montana, you're American! Is it normal for an American believer to sleep so soundly in this situation?

At first, I thought you were sitting on the bed with steady breathing, surely you must have some profound thoughts. But I didn't expect you to sell out your teammates, tidy up, and go to sleep!

The lights are on, okay? The lights are on, okay? Can you still sleep in this situation?!

And even more tragically, No. 111 painfully realized that she seemed to be heading down the path of a comedian. I'm clearly a good woman, a Yamato Nadeshiko, so how did I end up like this? Is it because of the mental stress from not sleeping for two days, or because this base has too many issues?

It must be because this base has too many issues, right? It has nothing to do with me being a comedian, right? And why am I thinking about this in this situation, ah ah ah ah!!

Looking at the pale white ceiling, No. 111 was in deep turmoil.

Of course, the air was still heavy. No. 110 and Enterprise continued to maintain their solemn expressions. After all, compared to the others who were dragged along, these two, who directly violated the rules, had a greater emotional impact.

One was criticized for concealing military information, and the other was indirectly mentioned for failing to report and trying to form a clique.

So, how do these two react to the admiral's accusations? Will they turn love into hate?

"… I won't give up."

After a long while, Enterprise's muffled voice came from under the covers.

"I won't let the admiral go to anyone else. I won't give up on this."

"If you want to monopolize, you have to be prepared to be attacked."

"None of your business…"

In response to No. 110's indifferent criticism from below, Enterprise replied.

But the admiral didn't say anything about this, right? The admiral wanted you to reflect on your failure to report, right?! Why are you so naturally talking about other things?!

No. 111, lying below, looked up in shock at Enterprise's head popping out from above, her expression somber. Seeing the two of them so calm and composed, No. 111 deeply realized that it wasn't just her being a comedian; this base really had problems.

You should at least take this seriously, right? Where's your heart? Where did it go? At the very least, you should apologize—

"… Tomorrow, I will resign from the position of flagship."

—Are you going to commit seppuku?!

Hearing Enterprise's dejected voice, No. 111 almost fell off the bed.

Can't you people speak more coherently? At least make your next sentence match your previous one, okay? You keep dropping bombshells; are you trying to scare me to death?

Although I'm just a newbie, I'm also a direct participant and an onlooker! You keep dropping bombshells, and I can't handle it mentally. At least give me a chance to process it.

"I no longer have the face to continue as the flagship."

Enterprise, ignoring No. 111's turmoil, wrapped herself in the blankets, her head drooping, and spoke in a muffled voice, with a hint of crying.

"I no longer deserve to be the flagship. I did so many things behind the admiral's back, but the admiral knew nothing. In the past, I could tell myself it was for the admiral's good, but now I see how many foolish things I've done… What have I been doing all this time…"

"I'm the same. I will also resign from the position of strategic secretary."

No. 110, lying below Enterprise, looked up at the dark wooden board and spoke softly.

"I feel that once I took on these positions with too much authority, I changed. I became more selfish. Everything was about myself."

"It wasn't like this before. In the past, when I saw the admiral building something, my first thought was, 'Oh, the base's resources will decrease.' But now, when I see the admiral building, I think, 'Oh, my resources are decreasing.' I think this is a change."

"Because of these positions, we are no longer just shipgirls."

"Um…"

No. 110's sigh was met with a nod of understanding from Enterprise.

"I feel like I can't betray the admiral's trust, but something has gradually twisted. My original thoughts and current thoughts are completely different. But waking up is a good thing, right?"

"Let's treat it as a bad dream. In that dream, we were wary of each other, fighting. After waking up, we tell our friends with lingering fear, and they laugh. The admiral probably wanted it to be like this. So, I won't be the flagship anymore."

"Ah, I won't be the secretary either."

"But we need to recommend a successor… Who will take on this unlucky job?"

"Maybe we should find someone with ambition? Like my sister, a newbie, but very competitive, and not an admiral fan, she should be able to handle it."

… What's going on?

"Um—"

Hearing the two people on the other bed discussing her fate without restraint, No. 111 couldn't help but speak up.

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to talk about this in front of the person involved? I heard everything. And as a newbie, I absolutely can't take on the roles of flagship or secretary. You two should look for other seniors, like the first planned ship."

"Ah? So you're awake?"

Wake up my ass! I haven't slept well at all!

Looking at the two seniors who turned their heads in surprise, and seeing the way their eyes communicated, No. 111 felt a great sense of crisis about her future.

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