Azur Lane Under the Stars

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For the little ones who can't wear wedding dresses, bridesmaid dresses that are similar in style to wedding dresses can be used instead.

Each faction should also have its own unique wedding dresses and such.

In short, apart from Ren Shuo, the groom who was about to get married, being unaware of everything, everything was basically arranged clearly.

"By the way, Belfast, has the room arrangement for Mom been finalized?"

Ren Shuo suddenly remembered something and asked.

"I'm sorry, Master. Because the incident happened so suddenly, we haven't had time to make arrangements since we returned from the sea trip. Also, everyone wants to discuss this matter together."

Belfast looked very apologetic.

Ren Shuo didn't make things difficult for Belfast, but simply nodded: "I see, Mom, what do you think?"

“Actually, it’s fine for me to be with the Dreamweavers too,” Tiamat said after thinking for a moment.

The Dream Weaver, who had been standing behind her, decisively said, "We warmly welcome the arrival of the Creator."

Upon their return, the observers immediately criticized them, arguing that since they were the leaders of the Sirens and responsible for following the Creator, they were not qualified enough.

Everyone knew it was just an excuse, but they had a plausible reason and went home happily.

It's just tough on the dream weaver; she's never stood for so long in her life.

But while everyone else dared to sit down in front of their own god, they would never dare to.

Furthermore, Tiamat quite liked Belfast's maid outfit, so she asked Belfast to make one for Dreamweaver as well.

Belfast initially gave the Dreamweaver the clothes she had kept on hand, but only after wearing them did she realize...

Belfast's exaggerated curves meant her clothes were custom-made, and for the Dream Weaver to wear them—well, let's just say it was a self-inflicted humiliation.

Seeing that the Dream Weaver was almost in tears, Belfast could only quickly find the maids who accompanied her.

It turned out that the worst-looking player was actually Newcastle, but that was still much better than Dreamweaver.

Fortunately, Newcastle has her younger sister Glasgow's maid dress, which temporarily fills the gap.

And so, the new Dreamweaver Maid limited edition skin was released.

Getting back to the point, despite what the Dream Weaver said, everyone still began to persuade Tiamat not to live with the Sirens.

It's not that I'm targeting anyone in particular, it's just that...

The sirens usually live in the sea, where it's damp and cold. How should I put it? They're used to it. Even the dream weavers prefer prison-style dormitories when they sleep, and only return to their normal-style dormitories when they're chatting and playing with others.

If Tiamat were to move in...

No, I can't even think about it.

"It's not suitable for living, but it was made like this because of the strong demands of the purifiers... I understand, then let's find another place."

After the explanation of the cause and effect, Tiamat nodded understandingly.

The women finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, what followed was a strange sense of balance. The ship girls around looked at each other, none of them daring to speak first.

"Mother, would you like to come to our royal palace?"

Finally, Belfast broke the deadlock by extending an invitation.

Hu De followed suit, saying, "That's right. All the big and small chores and daily life matters in the entire port area are handled by our Royal Maids Team, so it must be the most convenient for you in terms of daily life."

Nagato quickly added, "Regarding this... we in Sakura Empire also have shrine maidens who are specifically responsible for taking care of the gods' daily lives, and they are full-time. Compared to the maids who are also responsible for the operation of the entire port, they should be more suitable, right?"

“We in the royal family also have our own personal maids, just like Belfast is dedicated to the Commander and Sheffield is dedicated to Her Majesty the Queen.”

Hu De was not to be outdone.

It was because Tiamat was there that the girls were more reserved.

If he weren't there, Hu De probably wouldn't have said that; he probably would have said something like...

"You Sakura Empire shrine maidens? Don't be ridiculous. Fusō has to cook for the whole family on a regular basis. Yamashiro is lucky if she can even take care of herself. You can't expect a bunch of immature destroyer trainee shrine maidens to take care of Mother, can you?"

some type of.

Watching the two flagship ladies start glaring at each other, Tiamat, though unaware of what was happening, found it quite amusing. Wasn't this much more interesting than keeping her head down and reading a novel?

It can only be said that Ren Shuo, as a philanthropist, colluded with Prince Eugen, affecting the entire port area. Now it seems that Ren Shuo's habit of watching entertainment must have been inherited from his mother.

"Ahem, as for us Ironbloods..." Bismarck also wanted to make her presence known.

But Tirpitz covered her older sister's mouth: "Sister, you don't need to say the rest..."

Didn't you see that Frederick the Great didn't say anything?

What makes us so tough? A disciplined work style like a soldier? A life of strict obedience to orders?

Or is it a boat with wine or someone like Frederick the Great that you can chat with?

There's no advantage to it.

It's better to keep quiet and not humiliate yourself.

"Speaking of which, the Sardinian Empire has something to say! Our Sardinian Empire's grand bathhouse is the best in the world! Mother, would you like to come over here?"

Littorio then began his smug display with a completely serious expression.

Roma and Veneto, standing nearby, accidentally failed to cover her mouth and could only watch helplessly as Littorio made a fool of himself.

Their thinking was the same as Tirpitz's: they didn't have any major advantages, so they just wanted to watch the show quietly. But this guy had to bite the hand that fed them.

The Empire glanced at Littorio, then suddenly sighed, looking somewhat weary.

I always felt that my sister Littorio was a bit dim-witted. Is it too late for her to follow Roma and Veneto now?

"...Regardless of the Sardinian Empire, Free Iris is also a good choice. We Free Iris are all religious, but there is freedom of religion. You can choose between the Commander Cult and the Tiamat Cult."

Joan of Arc's eyes lit up; she was wide awake the moment the topic of religion came up.

And we also have Louis IX, the new matron of the Free Iris, who is very good at taking care of people.

The remaining teams—Donghuang, Northern Union, and White Eagle—also expressed their advantages and hoped to be chosen.

With so many choices, Tiamat was having a bit of a headache.

"Hmm, there are so many choices, everyone is so nice, I don't know how to choose."

"By the way, child, where are you from? Even though we don't live together, we're still on the same side, right?"

Tiamat said she still hopes to see her children every day.

Ren Shuo's expression suddenly turned awkward. Could he say that he had a small dormitory building where all the wedding ships lived, and that he didn't live there often, but instead wandered around between the rooms of each wedding ship?

Even though I'm shameless enough now, I just can't bring myself to say these things to my parents!

Belfast, being a very considerate maid, promptly stepped in to help.

"Actually, the host has his own room in each faction, and they usually take turns."

Tiamat pondered, "I see... Should I do the same? But wouldn't that be too much trouble, having to prepare so many rooms for me?"

"It's no trouble, it'll be quick, and besides, the port area has the most space and rooms."

Belfast said decisively.

"That's settled then, Belfast. I'll leave it to you to tidy up the house later."

Ren Shuo said.

Belfast nodded: "Yes, sir."

"So the question now is... where would you like to stay initially?"

Just when everyone thought the matter was settled, Belfast's words made the atmosphere tense again. This choice... is quite subtle.

"Child, where are you living now?" Tiamat asked Ren Shuo.

Ren Shuo instantly felt the expectant gazes coming from all directions.

He subconsciously swallowed, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

No, why is the ball being passed to me?

"Well, I think..." Ren Shuo didn't know what to do for a moment.

But at that moment, a voice as beautiful as heavenly music rescued Ren Shuo.

"Sorry everyone, am I late?"

As everyone looked, Tiancheng walked in, carrying little Tiancheng in his arms and wearing a gentle smile.

She placed Xiaotiancheng on the ground and bowed to Tiamat and Ren Shuo.

"My lord, it seems you have gained a lot from this trip... And this must be your mother? Greetings, Mother. I am Amagi, and also your wedding ship. It is truly impolite of me not to pay my respects immediately upon our first meeting."

"It's alright, it's alright. By the way, who is this little guy...?"

Tiamat stared intently at the obedient-looking little Tiancheng. She felt a strong affinity for this little guy, even more so than for her own children.

So she was very curious, but she didn't use her omniscient and omnipotent divine power to perceive it. Life would be meaningless if you always used that.

When Amagi and Little Amagi arrived, the surrounding ship girls felt that something bad was about to happen.

Now, seeing Tiamat staring intently at Little Sky City, that feeling has come true.

What's the point of making any money here? Just go to sleep and wash up. It'll probably be settled soon. The bond between grandparents and grandchildren in human society is no joke.

I was wondering why Nagato suddenly started playing on his phone.

So they were calling for reinforcements.

That's really despicable, Changmeng.

Despite the somewhat irritating gazes around her, Nagato kept a serious expression on her face, but inside she was overjoyed. Sure enough, sending Amagi over was the right choice.

As soon as Amagi arrived, she knew what she needed to do. First, she acted poised and confident, then unconsciously put down little Amagi to highlight her presence... Success.

Little Tiancheng blinked his adorable big eyes, his long eyelashes like little brushes, instantly sweeping away all of Batiamat's negative emotions.

Little Tiancheng spoke in a soft, sweet voice, "Um, I'm Little Tiancheng, Daddy and Mommy's child. Um, at this time, I should call you...Grandma?"

Tiamat didn't speak, but silently shed a tear in the corner of her eye amidst the somewhat puzzled gazes of the crowd.

"No, what's wrong?"

Ren Shuo and the others became a little flustered. Why did they start crying without saying a word?

"Waaah, my goal of becoming a god has been achieved! I have a house full of children and grandchildren, a son, a daughter-in-law, and now a granddaughter. I'm just so moved."

Tiamat was very happy.

"I see..." Ren Shuo breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was something serious...

"Now it seems we can sense the power of the Black Cube. You must have used the Black Cube to help this Tiancheng resolve some physical problems, right?"

Tiamat had a keen eye and immediately discerned Tiancheng's physical condition.

“Indeed… but speaking of which, I have a question: what exactly is the Black Cube?” Ren Shuo asked.

Tiamat looked at the Dreamweaver in surprise: "Didn't you tell him?"

The Dream Weaver was stunned: "Huh? Is this something I can say?"

The next moment, the master and servant stared at each other, and the scene became somewhat awkward.

Fortunately, the understanding Ren Shuo smoothed things over: "It's not too late to talk about this now, is it?"

"Actually, this black cube is like a concentrated crystal of my divine power; it's omnipotent."

Tiamat said.

"Oh, I see... Dreamweaver, you guys still have the Black Cube, right? Why don't you bring it out so we can study it?" Ren Shuo said.

Tiamat said, "Here you go."

"...Alright then." Since their own god had spoken, the Dream Weaver had no choice but to comply.

"So, Grandma, do you want to live with Xiaotiancheng?"

Taking advantage of a lull in the conversation, Xiao Tiancheng stepped forward, tugged at Tiamat's sleeve, looked up, and gazed at Tiamat with his large, bright eyes, which seemed to speak volumes.

It seemed that anticipation and fear of rejection were written in her eyes.

'This child is so adorable, I can't resist, I really can't resist.'