Chapter 82

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Listen, listen, listen, Chapter 82: The Mystery of the Admiral

"About the Admiral..."

Although various storms have arisen, things have more or less calmed down.

As a veteran, Sacramento still has that air of being out of it, sitting leisurely in a recliner, seemingly lost in thought as she gazes at the sunshade.

Her fingers tap lightly and unnaturally on the thick book, as if considering whether to tell the newcomers in front of her. Or perhaps it's just an unconscious action. But the无形 pressure still makes everyone hold their breath, waiting for her to speak.

Unlike DS-1, who exudes a purely awe-inspiring presence, Sacramento brings pressure through subtle details. After all, no one can be as perfect as she is, and no one can casually ignore unreasonable orders. Among the shipgirls, Sacramento is a type that exudes authority, though her presence is somewhat faint.

Or rather, if she doesn't speak, no one would notice this beautiful shipgirl who seems almost otherworldly. Such is her subtle way of concealing her aura.

"Although I was probably the earliest among us, I don't know much either."

Facing the expectant gazes of many, Sacramento said leisurely.

"When I arrived, I was indeed the only one, but at that time, the Admiral was already quite mysterious. Although not here, on a more remote, completely uninhabited island. I don't even know how the Admiral got there."

...This sounds more like a fantasy story, doesn't it? Is it going to turn into Robinson Crusoe next? Should we plant vegetables and potatoes and wait for the savages to invade from the deep sea?

If we accept this setting, it's actually quite interesting.

"Ahaha, although it's not to that extent, it's pretty close."

Sacramento just shrugged at the others' skeptical gazes, giving a polite smile that said, "Believe it or not, it's up to you." Ignoring their hesitant expressions, she continued speaking, leaving the others with their words unspoken.

"But in reality, it was even worse than that. Worse than when I first arrived here. Although there was contact with human society, no one was willing to come because the place was too remote."

"At that time, the Admiral was still quite robust, much more energetic than now. He was a complete hot-blooded youth, constantly talking about changing the country, changing the status quo, but he never had the ability to do so, and could only sigh at the sea all day. He would talk about how he skipped classes at the base school."

"But I don't know the specific details. But was the Admiral carefree or unconcerned with trivial matters back then? In any case, he was a very lively person. Then, for a while, I fell into a deep sleep, and when I woke up, the Admiral was already like this."

"Eh? Fell into a deep sleep?!"

The shipgirls, who had keenly noticed this crucial point, looked at Sacramento, who was sipping cola to moisten her throat, with expressions of disbelief.

Can shipgirls fall into a coma? What a joke, with their physical attributes far surpassing humans, shipgirls can only be injured even in the face of artillery fire. Falling into a deep sleep is something a shipgirl would never do unless they wanted to.

But if Sacramento said she slept for a long time, it means she chose to enter a deep sleep?

"Ahaha... I'm not too clear about that part of my memory." Faced with the shipgirls' questioning, Sacramento gave a more shocking answer with a bitter smile.

"Should I say it's because of my age, or that I can't remember some things? In any case, it's best not to delve too deeply. And Enterprise actually knows quite a bit too. For example, what exactly happened during that Northern Pursuit Battle, right?"

"Don't suddenly shift the topic to me."

Faced with Sacramento's gaze, Enterprise, with her twin pigtails, immediately looked disgusted, as if thinking of something unpleasant, shaking her head.

"And I won't say anything, even if there's nothing good to say. If the Admiral said not to say it, I won't. I still have some loyalty... at least that much."

"So, why do you think I lack that loyalty?"

Looking at the stunned shipgirls, Sacramento shook her head, began to tidy up the items around her, and stood up from the recliner, stretching.

"By the way, one more piece of advice."

Sacramento, preparing to leave, turned her back to the group of shipgirls and said in a low voice.

"The Admiral is not omniscient, but someone is. It just so happens that the Admiral has a good relationship with her. So, be more careful in the future."

"It's best to perfectly achieve your mission objectives. Although the Admiral is not omniscient, he should know what he needs to know. Perfectly achieving your goals and not doing unnecessary things is my advice."

Well, I'll take my leave.

Holding the thick book, Sacramento left a group of shipgirls staring at each other, and as usual, walked into the changing room at her leisurely pace.

Behind her, a group of suspicious shipgirls looked at each other, unsure of what to say. Despite countless thoughts swirling in their minds, they could only force a stiff smile and silently split up to relax.

Until you know, you don't know, that's the idea.

Watching Sacramento's back, No. 111 seemed to have some enlightenment.

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