Chapter 80

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80. Anyway, it's a benefit, right?

"We just have nothing to do. Number 111 and Enterprise are preparing to go all out with the admiral's support, but we don't have any reason to sortie for now, so of course we're just wandering around the base. We have nothing else to do anyway."

Plan Ship No. 1 shrugged, looking curiously at Sacramento, who was lounging in a recliner with a lazy expression, and glanced at the iced sodas around her in surprise.

"Rather, Miss Sara... Shouldn't you be in the kitchen?"

"Calling me so formally is a bit hurtful..."

Though she said she was hurt, her face showed no concern as she continued to leisurely flip through her book. Her slender, pale fingertips rubbed the yellowed pages, completely ignoring the warships that had invaded her territory.

"Even I would feel a bit uncomfortable if I stayed in the kitchen for 24 hours. And for a buffet, there's no need to consider so much; just prepare it."

Propping her head up, Sacramento squinted her eyes and lay back in the recliner.

"After all, I can't be cooking all the time. Even if a ship girl is amazing, she can't surpass human limitations, right? So I asked No. 001 for a buffet stove. Just prepare everything at a fixed time and then clean up. Now, it's naturally my break time. Since the food was just made, it's halftime."

Should I say she's watertight, or that she has a unique kind of intelligence? Sacramento always has her own unique way of correcting unreasonable situations. When she sees something can't be done, she adjusts immediately and achieves her goals in her own way.

The feelings others have towards this leisurely ship girl are somewhat subtle. They don't dislike her, but they don't particularly like her either.

Perhaps it's a mix of slight awe and distance.

Plan Ship No. 1 just nodded after hearing this and played in another direction with the other three, leaving the entire open space to Sacramento. They even lowered their voices so she could read in peace.

"But... " Plan Ship No. 1, doing stretching exercises by the pool, pressed her legs and looked at the small table next to Sacramento with some confusion.

"Where did she get those iced sodas from..."

" Homemade."

Plan Ship No. 2, mimicking the leg press, said indifferently.

"Supply ship equipment, it seems a bit different from ours. Maybe she can make it herself. And ice cubes are everywhere in the freezer, right?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. It's just that she looks so relaxed, I'm a bit envious. After all, we can make sodas and ice cream too, especially Montana. I remember Montana's equipment has something similar, right?"

"......!"

Montana, who was soaking in the pool, suddenly shivered and instinctively submerged her body in the water, clinging to the edge of the pool and staring warily at Plan Ship No. 1.

Faced with Montana's expression, which had been betrayed too many times and no longer trusted, Plan Ship No. 1 could only laugh awkwardly. After all, she did have the idea of using her as an ice cream maker.

"But we should be able to make it ourselves, right? We've never tried it."

No. 110 swirled some pool water in her palm, and a faint black subspace gradually enveloped the water.

When the black subspace mist gradually dissipated, a thin layer of ice crystals appeared in No. 110's hand, eliciting light exclamations from the other three as they clapped, as if cheering.

"So you guys are really annoying, don't do that, okay?"

And it's really cold.

Frowning, No. 110 threw the ice cube into the pool, solving a small mystery that had been bothering them and her own problem of what to do when it got too hot.

Although Sacramento was right in front of them, they were unwilling to ask that leisurely person. It wasn't out of pride or anything, but simply that they didn't want to ask or interact with her. Or perhaps it was a natural aversion.

It was as if there was an invisible circle around Sacramento, separating them. That subtle sense of rejection and transcendence naturally wouldn't be liked by other ship girls. After all, every ship girl is perceptive and wouldn't force themselves on someone who doesn't want it.

But what's strange is that so far, only Sacramento has this kind of aloof feeling. Other ship girls don't have it at all.

Could there be some hidden reason...? Probably not, right?

"Oh—! You're all here already?"

"Eh? Enterprise, you're here too?"

And No. 111 is here too?

Looking at the girl in a children's swimsuit who pushed open the door, Plan Ship No. 1 asked in surprise. Behind the blonde twin-tailed girl, the thoughtful secretary ship also walked out in a racing swimsuit, smiling at everyone in the pool.

"I've already settled the admiral, making him sleep for four hours. Now it's our relaxation time. Do you mind if I join in?"

"No, in fact, we welcome you. More people make it more fun."

"Thank you very much."

Shaking her head as if to throw something away, No. 111 smiled.

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