Azur Lane Under the Stars

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Honestly, Belfast really wanted to usurp the throne at this point. He could either make George V the flagship or have Reno modify his ship and make it the royal flagship.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing for other factions to mention the Royal Navy's flagship.

The royal honor is about to be completely lost by these two generations of flagship phones.

Life is tough, Belfast sighed.

"...Even so, didn't you complete this mission under my leadership and glory?"

Elizabeth emphasized her own spiritual leadership.

Belfast was too lazy to argue with her anymore, but simply reminded her, "Your Majesty, I must remind you that it would be bad if we lost this time."

By this point in the week, Belfast had already noticed the shortcomings of the shop. It offered snacks and afternoon tea, as well as maid games, but you should know that apart from the Commander and a small group, the interest in these things in the port area was only so-so.

But what about the Ironblood side? They also have afternoon tea, although it's not as good as ours, it's not far off. But they also have things we don't have, like alcohol and formal meals.

The Queen deemed the alcohol too low-class and passed on it. As for the main course... well, it's the royal family, and with Belfast and the others busy, those who know, know—efficiency is generally low.

So what we have, the Ironblood side at least has alternatives to counter, but what we don't have, they have too.

In this event competition, the two main battleships only had the right to make suggestions, but the final decision rested with the two leaders. This meant that on the German side, as long as Spee tried to persuade them, they could eventually agree. However, on the Queen's side...

No matter who tries to persuade her, she will show you what Her Majesty's capriciousness truly means.

Belfast and the others knew in their hearts that they probably couldn't compete with the Ironbloods this time.

So in the later matches, everyone just did whatever they wanted to have fun, and in the end, it was the queen who lost face.

Especially Hood, who practically let himself go.

Belfast had silently made up her mind that after this event, she would make Her Majesty the Queen relearn the etiquette and rules of a ruler, using drastic measures, the kind of drastic measures used to force a coup.

Ideally, George V would raise his voice and declare, "There is no such thing as an 80-year-old crown prince."

Then he usurped the throne.

Looking at the listless and lazy little guy in front of him, Belfast remained outwardly friendly, but a chill ran through him.

The maid troupe that the master was so proud of lost to the completely clueless Ironblood in the maid shop, and lost face in front of the master. This is an unforgivable sin.

"Hmm... Belfast, are you talking about me behind my back?" Elizabeth suddenly shuddered and asked suspiciously.

Belfast gave a warm smile: "No, Your Majesty."

"...I guess it's that German guy. He must be begging for mercy in his heart because he saw that he lost to me, right? Oh ho ho ho ho ho!" Queen Elizabeth the Inflated was very pleased with herself.

Belfast gracefully curtsied, lifting her skirt: "Please forgive my rudeness, Belfast. I still have some finishing work to complete, so I'll have to excuse myself for now."

Queen Elizabeth waved her hand: "Go ahead, go ahead~ Ah, what a forgiving Her Majesty I am~"

Belfast took a deep breath, then turned and left.

After leaving the royal territory, they arrived at a rocky beach in the port area and smashed a rock with a single blow.

Belfast sighed, "Phew, that feels much better..."

This is infuriating! No way! This time, I must teach Her Majesty a lesson she won't forget, and then give her a good talking to. By the way, compared to Her Majesty, Her Majesty is much easier to manage.

At least he's brave and knows his own limitations; most of the time he's just a mascot.

Aside from being quite childlike when facing Queen Elizabeth, he always displayed royal elegance and composure.

Belfast sat on a rock, staring blankly into the distance.

She usually comes back here when she's relaxing, sitting quietly by herself, or pulling Ren Shuo here to curl up in his arms for a short rest.

Don't think the head maid has no pressure. Being stuck with such a large royal family is really stressful.

"Belfa? What are you doing here?" a somewhat surprised voice asked.

Belfast turned around and stood up as well: "Good afternoon, Miss Haitian."

"Good afternoon... What are you doing here?" Haitian asked curiously.

Belfast explained, "Belfast is resting here for a bit. Miss Haitian, is there something you need here? Do you need Belfast's help?"

Hai Tian raised the bucket in his hand and said with a smile, "Haiqi wants to eat crabs, so I'll catch some here."

"If you need crabs, Belfast remembers there are fresh crabs in the tank. Would you like me to get them for you?"

Hai Tian shook his head: "No, I'll just catch some small ones here... not the big ones, I'll make small fried crabs, one bite at a time for Haiqi as a snack."

“Then please let me help you.” Belfast said, and began to roll up his sleeves.

"No need, no need." Hai Tian quickly shook his head. "I've almost finished collecting everything here and am about to head back. Besides, you're resting too, right? I've been here a few days now. You guys are really busy. You should get some rest now."

“Then I’ll be rude…” Belfast didn’t insist and sat down again.

But Miss Haitian is right. After being so busy for so long, shouldn't we take a break... a relaxing holiday for the head maid or something?

Belfast gently stroked the hem of her skirt, lost in thought.

…………

"What! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The next day, in the conference room, Ironblood and Royal stood on the left and right respectively, and Ren Shuo announced the final winner.

Ironblood won this revenue contest with a clear advantage.

The result was announced, but Queen Elizabeth slammed her hand on the table and stood up, interrupting her: "How could I possibly lose? You must have made a mistake, servant!"

“This wasn’t my calculation; it was the final tally by Yixian, Tiancheng, and Lexington…” Ren Shuo said to Elizabeth, “There are no errors whatsoever.”

"Ugh! How is that possible!"

Elizabeth still didn't believe it, but the Germans were overjoyed.

With hands on his hips, he puffed out his cheeks like a steamed bun, and then said arrogantly to Queen Elizabeth, "I know that failure is the hardest thing to accept, but in life, you have to learn to accept it, after all, there will be more to come."

"What did you say! You commoner!" Elizabeth's face flushed red as she glared at the German. "A duel! I, the King, challenge you to a duel! War-weary! Attack her!"

Unfortunately, Warspite is no longer here.

Germany wasn't angry. Instead, it calmly said, "First of all, I'm a princess of the Iron Blood, not a commoner. Secondly... you, a lowly creature, can't you even accept defeat?"

"How could I be such a sore loser!" Queen Elizabeth snorted. "I was just careless! I won't lose next time!"

"Hmph, but I won this time... Okay, let's not talk about that. How are you going to fulfill the bet?"

Germany is eager to make its move.

"They have a bet?" Ren Shuo asked in a low voice.

“I don’t know…” Gneisenau said, somewhat bewildered.

He looked at King George V, who quickly waved his hand, indicating that he did not know.

"What bet?" Queen Elizabeth was taken aback. "Did we have a bet?"

Germany was also stunned. He had just blurted it out in the atmosphere, but he didn't actually know what the bet was.

Ren Shuo looked left and right and found that both little lolis looked completely bewildered.

Then it dawned on him: "You didn't forget to add a prize to this competition, did you?"

Elizabeth and the German were immediately embarrassed: "It seems... that's really true."

King George V and Gneisenau look constipated. Have you forgotten all about this? So what have we been doing, spending a whole week fooling around with you and preparing for almost a week?

"So, this is what Chun Chun Bai did for a week?" Mikasa, who was listening in, was dumbfounded.

Ren Shuo thought for a moment: "It's not like we did it all for nothing... Look, Hu Teng has grown, and Hu De has gained pleasure. In the end, both sides have made a fortune..."

Germany was temporarily in a superior position to Queen Elizabeth, who lost face... Of course, Ren Shuo would not say this.

"So what happens when we win or lose?" Mikasa asked.

"Let's just get a trophy and go our separate ways," Tallinn said casually, sprawled on the table.

“It’s not impossible…” Ren Shuo nodded.

"No! How can you just give us a trophy and call us a day?" Germany immediately rejected the idea.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Ren Shuo asked.

"Hmph... I want Elizabeth to do all my patrols, commissions, and sorties for me for the next month! And all the income will be mine!" Germany wanted Queen Elizabeth to work for him for free for a month.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could I, the King, do such a thing!" Elizabeth roared in fury.

I used to postpone my own work whenever possible, and only did the tasks that I couldn't postpone.

Now... it's impossible to work, impossible!

However, Queen Elizabeth, the loser, was betrayed by the head maid and knight of her own camp... After all, it's better for Germany to pay for the suffering of the entire royal family than for one person to suffer alone.

And so, to Elizabeth's incredulous gaze, Belfast and George V happily reached an agreement with the Iron Blood, selling Her Majesty the Queen to them.

For a month, I worked for Gneisenau, a German country that also wanted a vacation.

"I don't want to, Commander!" Queen Elizabeth looked at Ren Shuo pitifully.

Ren Shuo had already spoken with George V and Belfast. This time, they were determined to transform Queen Elizabeth from a spoiled brat into... well, not quite as composed as Nagato, but at least more normal.

Just don't cause trouble for others.

So Ren Shuo pretended not to see anything and let the smiling Belfast and the excited George V drag Queen Elizabeth away to start their unpaid work.

"Commander, Commander! Have you finished dealing with the Ironblood and Royal Navy stuff?"

As soon as Ren Shuo stepped out of the conference room, he was surrounded by a group of young girls.

"Is...is there something wrong?" Ren Shuo asked, puzzled.

The girls started chattering all at once: "Commander! Summer is here! We want to play in the water!"

"The seaside! The beach!"

"And another thing! Barbecue! A test of courage!"

"Wait, wait a minute... How about this, you go back and discuss it, then send a representative to talk to me, or find your faction's secretary ship or other sisters and have them talk to me."

"I'm getting a headache from all this chattering," Ren Shuo said.

"Oh!"

The group of girls scattered like swallows in the distance.

Chapter 480 Another Day of Persecution Against Saratoga

The little guys fiddled with their own so-called plans and applications without letting the big ship girls get involved, and as a result, it took them several days to finish.

The problem is that the application was ultimately rejected because the guardian filled in "no" on the guardian's side, which directly led to the rejection by the secretary ship of their respective factions.

There's nothing I can do. If you want to play at the beach, have a barbecue, and set off fireworks, you'd probably set the pier on fire if no adults were watching you.

There was no other way; after the kids went back to work, they submitted the application form and plan again.

That day, Yorktown was both angry and amused, holding a stack of papers in his hand, and looking at the incredibly well-behaved Saratoga and the mackerel in front of him.

"Take a look at this yourselves? Is this application form even sensible? How did you fill it out? The plan actually says 'play whatever comes to mind'? So, did you think about blasting fish and demolishing houses, and then you actually demolished the dock?"

“Who said that? Yorktown sister, don’t look down on us. We wouldn’t do that… at most, we’d fry some fish,” Saratoga retorted softly.

"Jiajia, don't say anything out of line right now," Lexington warned with a smile from behind Yorktown.

Saratoga shrank back and fell silent.

"Phew... And what does this application say? Guardian? Me and Lexington? How come we didn't know we agreed to be guardians?"

Yorktown patted the paper and then said with a great laugh.

"Isn't this... coming to ask for your permission?" The mackerel grinned, trying to get away with it by being cute.

"What if we disagree? What will you do then? Instead of waiting for us to retaliate again, you might as well quickly consult an adult on how to write this, and then persuade an adult to become your guardian."

Yorktown paused, then continued, "Look at Ironblood next door, their application has been approved for a long time."

"Really? What did they write?" Saratoga asked, looking incredulous.

Lexington patiently explained, "Jiajia, don't disbelieve me. Ironblood's application is very well written. I've already read it... What to do in the morning? What to do at noon? What to do in the afternoon? Then there's the number of people, the location, the content of the activities, and finally the guardian's signature. Everything is complete."

“My dear sister, please relax a bit. Look, there are our own people from the White Eagles here, aren’t there?” Saratoga rushed to Lexington’s side, grabbed Lexington’s hand and started to act coquettishly.

Lexington gave Saratoga's pink-haired head a good whack: "Then why can't you learn from others and write things well?"