This is a piece of his past
Once upon a time, on a bright yet slightly cloudy day at the Azur Lane Academy, Sakura Zeimachi was carrying out his duties as a commander.
Seated in his office, a space that felt dull and devoid of color, he intended to start his day by tackling the endless stack of documents that, for some reason, always seemed to multiply and pile up on his desk.
Usually, he handled the paperwork alone, but today was slightly different. His gaze drifted to the guest chair in the room, where a ship girl was lounging, her body stretched out in quiet leisure.
"..." (Sakura Zeimachi)
"(Glance)"「Tashkent」
The violet-haired ship girl suddenly entered his room without warning, her intentions unclear as she sprawled herself across the guest couch like a sardine laid out in a tin. Though the man was surprised by her sudden appearance, he didn't let it show.
Lying on her stomach with her legs swaying playfully in the air, Tashkent rested her head on her folded arms, her gaze fixed on him. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes, hinting at something more than just a casual visit.
But he just cast a brief glance in her direction before quietly returning to his paperwork.
"..." (Sakura Zeimachi)
"Hey... (Glance-glance)" Tashkent's eyes flitted toward him, her expression playful, as if daring him to react. But when he continued to show no interest, her playful look began to fade, replaced by a flicker of irritation.
Still, he didn't pay much attention to it. He knew all too well that if he kept staring at the ship girl, the lolicon side of him would start to flare up, becoming harder and harder to control.
This continued for about half an hour.
As time neared the thirty-minute mark, Tashkent finally rose from the guest couch and left the commander's office. However, it wasn't long before another ship girl entered and did almost exactly the same thing.
"Stares..."「Terror」
The ship girl sat upright, her knees neatly together and her back resting against the guest couch—an entirely different posture compared to Tashkent's relaxed demeanor.
He was familiar with this ship girl, although he hadn't encountered her version in this world very often. Letting out a warm smile in her direction, he nodded before returning to his paperwork.
Just a simple gesture to make her comfy.
On the other hand, Terror said nothing.
She simply continued to gaze at the commander, her eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and vulnerability. Despite the silence, an unspoken connection seemed to hang in the air between them, filled with emotions she couldn't quite tell.
Nothing much happened aside from that, until... the time was up.
As she rose to leave, her expression remained calm, but just before stepping out, she approached the commander and extended her cold hand, hesitating for a brief moment.
"Hmm? You want me to hold it? Alright." Sakura Zeimachi replied, a hint of warmth in his voice.
His hand gently met hers, his fingers brushing against hers like a knight greeting his protected lady. Slowly, Terror grasped his hand in return, firm yet gentle, as if testing the waters of this unexpected intimacy.
Her expression was still difficult to read, yet as she guided their hands to where her heart raced—a passionate blend of anxiety and longing—he began to understand her unspoken plea.
"This warmth... thank you..."「Terror」
She then left, but not before casting him a warm smile, one that lingered in the air like the gentle smile of a princess. It was a small gesture, yet it encapsulated the depth of her feelings—whispers of her dreams that had blossomed in this moment of connection.
"Am I truly deserving of their gratitude...?" Sakura Zeimachi muttered to himself, his mind drifting as he reflected on the moments of happiness he had built for those around him.
He contemplated the weight of his responsibilities, wondering if he had truly done enough to earn their thanks.
But before he could finish his thoughts, the door swung open, and another ship girl burst into the room with a temperament that sharply contrasted the previous visitors. Unlike Tashkent's playful teasing or Terror's quiet, composed demeanor, this ship girl had no intention of sitting still.
Perhaps she had grown tired of the passive wait on the guest couch, or perhaps sitting quietly was simply not her style. Either way, not only did she begin to chatter excitedly, filling the room with her voice, but she had no intention of playing by the rules in how she expressed herself to him.
"Catch meee!"「Blücher」
"What the—?!" Sakura Zeimachi barely had time to react, his paperwork scattered as he caught sight of her leaping towards him.
Because the commander hadn't paid her much mind, Blücher decided to launch herself toward him, driven by her affection and concern. This ship girl, full of unyielding energy, was always a whirlwind of enthusiasm in Sakura Zeimachi's eyes.
She seemed completely uninterested in following the quieter, more subdued behavior of the other ship girls. Instead, she closed the distance between them—both physically and verbally—without hesitation.
"You really caught me... heheh☆ That means it's fine for me to catch you too!" Blücher chimed, her voice bubbling with mischief as she sprang into his personal space, eyes sparkling with delight.
The man let himself become the target of Blücher's affection. Despite her bubbly nature, he always gently declined when she tried to hug him. Hugging was one thing that made him feel uneasy.
Even so, Blücher, like the other ship girls, had to leave when her time in the office ran out. And, though she resisted, her fellow Iron Blood companions would eventually drag her out of the commander's office, her hands reaching out dramatically as if she could still hold onto him.
"Nice to meet you, Admiral Hipper," Sakura Zeimachi called out, noticing her serious companion standing by the door, ready to escort Blücher out.
"Huh? Did I... already tell you my name? What a creep—ugh, idiot..." Admiral Hipper stammered, her words stumbling over each other as she quickly covered her mouth, realizing too late that she shouldn't have called the commander something like that.
"Hipper... uhm, you know, Commander is—"「Blücher」
"Doesn't matter! We're leaving now," Admiral Hipper snapped, cutting Blücher off before she could finish her sentence. Despite her harsh tone, there was something in her eyes—perhaps uncertainty or even embarrassment—that Sakura Zeimachi couldn't ignore.
It wasn't clear what had been weighing on Hipper's mind, but as she turned to close the office door, he couldn't resist the urge to tease the ship girl whose tsundere tendencies were nothing short of legendary.
It's just another stupid act of his, since he got called stupid by that flat chested ship girl.
"What a shame... I really wanted for Hipper to keep calling me as an idiot~" (Sakura Zeimachi)
Hipper's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and for a moment, silence filled the room. Slowly, she turned her head, her expression dripping with disgust, as if she were staring at the most revolting creature imaginable—a walking pile of trash.
The intensity of her gaze could've frozen him in place, but it only amused him further.
After that, no other ship girls entered his office.
He couldn't help but wonder if Blücher's disregard for the unwritten procedure—or rather, her plenty of energy—had somehow deterred the others. The previous ship girls had been far more composed, even proper.
For a moment, the commander entertained the thought that the ship girls were playing some sort of punishment game. Curiosity tugged at him, so when a Royal Maid arrived to deliver his tea, he took the opportunity to ask.
"Oh, you mean the little games those girls are playing?" Sheffield remarked, her voice cool and disinterested as always.
"Little games, you say... well, yeah. Do you know something about that?" (Sakura Zeimachi)
Sheffield paused, with a brief moment of contemplation.
"They... just want to figure out your type, Master. Little with curiosity, medium with proper attitude, medium-big with a bright face, and more and more. As far as I know, that's the purpose of their little game."「Sheffield」
"Ohh, so did they get their answers?" Sakura Zeimachi asked, leaning forward with genuine curiosity.
"No. Their game was interrupted because someone messed it up along the way. If it's bothering you, should I stop them immediately? They're still downstairs."「Sheffield」
The Commander shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I don't mind being their object of observation. If it entertains them, then it's fine by me."
He understood that curiosity was natural, especially when his office door was always open to anyone who wished to enter now. The thought of the ship girls discussing him, even in a playful manner, brought him an odd sense of satisfaction.
"By the way, how about your preferences, Master? I'm just asking so I can improve my performance as a royal maid."「Sheffield」
"For your performance, you say... ahaha," Sakura Zeimachi chuckled lightly. "As for me, I don't have any specific preferences. Whatever I find beautiful, cute, or elegant, I'll call it that, even if it doesn't seem that way to others."
"So, even a lump of rock can be considered beautiful?" Sheffield asked with a raised brow
"Hey, I mean, there are all kinds of rocks. Precious stones, minerals, fossils... so you know what I mean, right?" he replied with a grin.
"But if I had to say right now... hmm, I think I prefer being around the younger little girls. There's just this small part of me that's really weak when it comes to dealing with them—" (Sakura Zeimachi)
And it was at this moment, he fucked up.
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In this particular world of Azur Lane, many factions exist, each governing their own territories.
Sometimes, these territories consist of large islands, while other times they resemble expansive archipelagos, with their domains stretching across vast waters.
Within these territories, bustling harbors, thriving city centers, military academies, and more have been established at various key locations. Life flourishes in countless forms, filling every corner of these vibrant lands.
These inhabitants support the world in various ways, much like the residents of Rite City which lies near the Azur Lane Academy.
Though they may not be as powerful or important as the Ship Girls, their presence is crucial to maintaining the balance and unity of this world, which draws its foundation from the Azur Lane franchise.
Now then regarding this certain Fool...
There're still countless areas that Sakura Zeimachi has yet to explore or even register in his mind within this World. He's been far too occupied with his duties at the academy, where hundreds of Ship Girls demand his attention.
Caring for them has become his top priority, causing his former roles as an explorer, inspector, and archivist to fall behind. If the Manager of the Void were to find out about this, he'd no doubt be in serious trouble.
Not that there's a Manager anymore, though.
Still, this news might not bode well for him and his duties. However, for others lurking in the shadows of this world, it's a welcome development. It means they can avoid the one person they least want to encounter.
Just like Mourgant.
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In a bustling area filled with the inhabitants of this world, a middle-aged man named Mourgant was in the midst of enjoying himself, blending seamlessly into the crowd—completely detached from the war or the reasons that had brought him to this world.
『The Omen of Befall has been unleashed』
『The Herald of the Fading Light has announced its presence』
『Displaying the message relayed by the Herald of Fading Light... error. A malignant force is corrupting communication channels. Access to self-repair protocols is severely compromised. Communication functions through the System has been shut down』
"Huuuh... fuck..." Mourgant muttered under his breath.
He sat in a small roadside diner, tucked away in a lively corner of Eagle Union territory. The diner buzzed with life, the faint aroma of powdered soup drifting through the air, blending with the hum of conversation and the chatter from the television mounted above the counter.
Outside the glass window, pedestrians passed by—some glued to their phones, others strolling with tacos in hand or carrying various other things. Mourgant glanced at the scene briefly, but remained rooted at his table, content to stay unnoticed, preferring the quiet of his own company.
After disembarking from the Flying Fortress of Babylon, he had been savoring his solitude, deliberately avoiding any contact with his fellow System Users.
Without informing anyone or offering an explanation, the middle-aged man had simply walked away, leaving his comrades behind on the battlefield where both the System Users and Ship Girls fought their wars.
But it wasn't for some unknown reason.
『Warning: Presence of a Champion detected』
『Let all glory crumble from their grace and may it be reclaimed upon their throne』
『Identifying the Champion... identity confirmed. The Champion of Udna has reappeared, making his presence known to any User in this world. Searching for the appropriate protocol to address the Champion's presence...』
『Searching for the appropriate protocol to engage...』
『Result: one protocol found』
"So, it is Udna..." Mourgant muttered, his voice thick with regret. "I should've known when I saw those damn Feathers," he growled, gripping the armrest of his chair until his knuckles turned white with tension.
Just reading the words 'the presence of a Champion' made Mourgant's expression darken even further. However the rising tension in his chest surged the moment he saw the name of the Champion.
As if the C-word alone wasn't enough to unsettle him, the name Udna attached to it drove the dagger deeper. For a fleeting moment, Mourgant found himself questioning everything he had done, everything he had attained.
Why was he even in this world to begin with?
Such thoughts lingered in his mind.
The middle-aged man felt an overwhelming urge to escape, to leave everything in this world behind. It was as if he had forgotten all the power he possessed—or perhaps he knew deep down that none of it would matter against a being like that.
『ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!』
『Only one Protocol exists for this Champion. Stored deep within the Contingency Contract under the Rule of Renewal』
『Analyzing...』
『Analysis complete』
『One method has been determined to handle the Champion of Udna. However... due to the absence of the Guide, all Users in the Champion's vicinity are WARNED: maintain distance. Do not provoke. Do not engage. Any hostile action will trigger dire consequences』
『The Champion of Udna will only attack if disturbed—a passive type of Champion』
"Way too late for that, you piece of shit. Get me out of this world. I don't give a damn about the mission—just get me the hell out of here," Mourgant snapped, his voice trembling with frustration and fear.
At that moment, Mourgant's outburst began to draw unwanted attention.
Patrons of the diner glanced his way, puzzled and concerned, their eyes narrowing as the middle-aged man appeared to be talking to no one, staring intensely into empty space.
Sensing something was off, one of the waitstaff hesitated before cautiously stepping forward.
"Excuse me, sir, is everything alright?" The waiter, clutching a napkin tightly, studied Mourgant with a mix of worry and confusion. "Is there an issue with the menu or… anything else?"
However Mourgant barely acknowledged the question, his eyes shifting away with a cold, uninterested glance. "World Travel, shop, crate," he muttered under his breath, his tone indifferent, not even acknowledging the mortal standing before him.
Besides, Mourgant had never liked being approached by men who appeared younger than him.
『Access to the World Travel Benefit has been blocked by an external source. This condition will be reviewed until an alternative solution or countermeasure is found』
『Access to certain features within Ulos' Store has been restricted until the Champion's presence is no longer detected. Users are strongly advised to gain as much distance as possible to restore functionality within the store』
『Access to the Principality Crate has been blocked by an external source. Users will regain access once the Champion's presence is no longer detected』
"Damn it! So it's already starting..." ☆Mourgant☆
One ethereal screen after another flickered before him, each message from his System interface delivering more bad news. Every notification eroded his last shred of hope, leaving him with an unbearable weight of frustration.
None of the updates offered anything he wanted to see or hear.
"What's already starting, sir?" the waiter chuckled nervously again, trying to lighten the mood, though his words did nothing to ease Mourgant's tension.
Mourgant still didn't even acknowledge the server's attempt at humor.
His eyes were fixed on the glowing screens, visible only to him, as a creeping dread slithered from his chest down to his spine. He could feel it—a death sentence approaching, inevitable, and no amount of light-hearted banter could hold it back.
"(Whispering) That damn hound... wasn't he supposed to be dead for good?" Mourgant muttered under his breath.
In a rush, the middle-aged man stood up, his movements urgent as he bolted from his table. Right in front of the startled patrons, Mourgant unfurled a pair of majestic wings, their massive span nearly overwhelming the cramped space of the diner.
He no longer cared about hiding his true form—his wings of magic spread wide for all to see.
As a higher being from the Draconic Deus, concealing his strength was no longer a priority. In fact, he felt a deep certainty: if he didn't use it now, he might come to regret it later.
Gasps of shock echoed through the diner, panic rippling among the customers as their wide-eyed stares locked onto the man. But Mourgant paid them no mind. His thoughts raced: I need to find somewhere far enough that damned Udna can't reach me.
But before that, there's still one thing.
"..." ☆Mourgant☆
Mourgant glanced back for a moment, still seeing the same waiter who had spoken to him earlier.
Something was off—strange, he thought. Because in his current form, he could now sense something radiating from that ordinary human. Something much different from magic, divine energy, hell's aura, or any other kind of power familiar to him from his world.
It was something far more repulsive, like a thick, dark goo seeping from a bottomless chasm.
Out of caution, Mourgant activated the identification feature his System provided, focusing it on the man. But the result that appeared before him was... an astonishing surprise.
『The Champion of Udna has acknowledged the hostility directed at him』
"What?!" ☆Mourgant☆
『The Unite & Fight feature has been activated as an intervention to further balance the existing conditions. Believe in victory! Please overthrow the heathen from their grace!』
『All Users involved and marked by the Champion will receive immediate Support, Buffs, and Rewards for daring to confront the impossible by standing against the Champion. Embrace the call to arms and prepare for battle!』
『Support and Buffs will remain active until the Champion is vanquished, his presence is no longer detected in this realm, or until no Users are left capable of opposing him. May fortune favor you, valiant chosen one!』
As the emergency display flashed its messages, Mourgant realized that he should have left without looking back from begin with.
With each new message that appeared, the repulsive sensation from the waiter grew thicker, more oppressive, flooding the air with a suffocating dread. Whatever that presence was, it had become far more unsettling than before.
"Sigh, you... shouldn't have done that."「The waiter with napkin(?)」
Mourgant froze, his eyes narrowing.
Especially when he noticed a wry smile tugging at the lips of the seemingly ordinary waiter.
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「Hylia's PoV」
Red...
The moment I opened my eyes, all I can see around me is an endless stretch of crimson sky.
The air feels suffocating and thick with dread, sending shivers down my spine, as if a nightmare has come to life. My body refuses to move, as though it's become one with the terror surrounding me. Everything is frozen in a dead, hollow moment—everything.
I try to look around, searching for something—anything.
The clouds have turned black, and not a single trace of life stirs beneath this vast, eerie expanse. It feels desolate—no one is here, except for me... and the ethereal blue sword hovering silently by my side.
"Sei... Seilenos?"
As I speak its name, the sword radiates with a brilliant azure light, dispelling the dread that clung to me. In an instant, I can move again, and I instinctively reach for the sword's handle.
But just as my fingers are about to close around it, the handle of the azure blade shifts—transforming into the arm of someone. It changed into the figure of a woman, a big sister-like presence, with long white hair tinged with a soft, bluish hue.
Her grip tightened around my hand as she gave me a wide, gentle smile, pulling me into her embrace. Yet, despite her closeness, I felt nothing. Her body was as light as a feather, utterly devoid of warmth.
There's no heartbeat, no sensation—just an empty presence.
"Are you... Seilenos?"
Her mouth opened several times, but as I suspected, this big sis couldn't speak or more like she couldn't let out a voice. Occasionally, I saw a flicker of sadness in her eyes, as if frustrated by her inability to communicate in the way she chose to.
It seemed like she desperately wanted to talk to me.
"Hmm? Your mouth? Are you telling me to read your lips?"
The big sister nodded eagerly, her expression lighting up.
She spoke quickly, her words overflowing with affection as she kept pulling me into hugs. Her hands softly stroked my cheeks and face, just like the people who always called me cute or said I had a doll-like face.
Her touch was so tender, yet it confused me because of her empty presence I sensed earlier, making it hard to focus on her words. But even with her playful antics, mixed with that strange, mysterious feeling, I still managed to understand most of what she was saying.
What caught my attention even more was that she seemed to know about Zei too.
"Zei? Oh, I think Zei is fine! He's with everyone at the academy, doing his job. Do you know Zei from somewhere just like Alastor?"
Since she asked about Zei, I assumed she might be like Alastor—someone who had known him from somewhere, maybe even a friend. But when I mentioned his name, the big sister's demeanor shifted.
Her cheerful expression faded for a moment, her face losing some of its earlier joy. She looked like she wanted to say something, but once again, no sound came out. I also found it harder to read her lips.
She seemed... hurt, conflicted.
"What's wrong? Seilenos."
I could sense that she needed help, but when I called her by that name…
The big sister laughed softly, still looking a bit surprised. She floated gracefully beneath the crimson sky, explaining with a light chuckle that she had forgotten to introduce herself. After her laughter subsided, she apologized before reintroducing herself.
"Satyr... Satyr? That's your name?"
She revealed that she was Satyr, a primal being who resides within the blade called Seilenos. She explained that it was her, who had requested Old Alastor's help to convey a message to me.
I found it interesting how she referred to Alastoru as "old."
She went on to explain many things, from what is known as Primal Essence to the catalyst she used to manifest in this realm. She also shared a bit about the world beneath this crimson sky, which she referred to as once her own home.
Though she didn't go into too much detail, she mentioned that this sky used to be beautiful, not nearly as terrifying as it is now. But things began to change when something happened, and her gaze drifted toward a massive black shadow.
A very massive black shadow, in the form of a tree.
"That thing name's... Legion... Void?"
I followed the direction of her gaze, and our eyes fell upon something that resembled a tree—but it was far too colossal to be a mere plant. Its movements were unnatural, twisting and shifting with a life of their own.
That was definitely a monster, larger than anything I had ever encountered.
"...Difference in level must be large."
She told me if that monster was the reason for this now corrupted skies, along with many disappeareance of her friends, whether it's the same Primal being as her, or some normal mortal who've known her more than a while.
She spoke in such an endearing face, as if she really wanted to see them again.
Besides that, I caught onto a few things about Satyr Big Sis. It seemed that whenever she spoke of Zei, a shadow flickered across her features, as if she was troubled. This only deepened my curiosity about their connection.
But when I asked her directly, she gave me only one answer.
"His friend? Satyr big sis is... Zei's friend? Wow! That's the first time I've heard that! Please tell me more about it! I want to know everything, especially about Zei right now!"
That's true, I need to understand Zei's true purpose for having me train on this island, alongside the ship girls big sis. I also want to unravel the meaning behind some of the words on the paper I found.
'Champion... what is the connection between that title and Zei?'
For now, that's all I can think about.
Satyr Big Sis smiled warmly as I grasped both of her hands, her eyes sparkling with joy. Just as I was about to delve deeper into her story, I noticed her form beginning to fade, like a dream slipping away with the dawn.
She explained that her time in this realm was running out, a consequence of our lengthy conversation. What a shame... but thankfully, she reassured me that we could meet again, which eased my heart somehow.
I bid her farewell and followed her gentle suggestion to close my eyes and calm my breath.
She said it would make it easier for me to wake up.
'I see, so we're in a dream... aren't we?'
"See you again... Satyr Big Sis..."
As I relaxed my body, I could feel my mind being carried away cradled in her gentle embrace, as if I were floating on a soft current of warmth and light floating towards a place unknown yet familiar.
I couldn't quite make out the expression on her face, but I felt her gently stroking my hair once more. However unlike before, I became more aware of the warmth palm brushing against my head.
"Thank you for talking with me. If possible, let's talk again, Hilili-chan!"「Satyr Big Sis」
Her voice reminded me of a former adventurer I once knew—a voice filled with kindness, regret, curiosity, and a touch of magic that put me at ease. She recognized that her adventure had come to an end, yet she still felt as if she had not reached the conclusion she desired.
It was the same voice that Cera often used when she tucked me in for sleep.
"And also... Please tell the old captain, to stop doing everything all by himself? Okay?"「Satyr Big Sis」
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Skull Island
Skull Island—an isolated land teeming with terrifying yet exotic flora and fauna that are unimaginable to the human world. From insects the size of basketballs to massive, carnivorous lizards thought to be long extinct, the island houses all manner of deadly creatures.
Despite the dangers, the ship girls have managed to find a safe haven, far from the reach of these threats. It's a place they've come to use as a gathering spot or for much-needed rest.
Especially when important moments arise.
"Oi, hey kiddo! Wake up!" Deutschland barked, as she playfully slapped the girl's cheeks.
"H-Huh? ...Uche-sama? What's wrong... I'm still sleepy." (Hylia)
"Shut up and get up! Something's weird is going to happen." Deutschland
"Okay, okay… Just stop pulling me…" Hylia groaned, slowly rising from her spot.
Hidden beneath the surface of Skull Island, Hylia and the six ship girls wielders of the Demi-System gathered in a secret underground hideout. This base as it was known, had become their sanctuary on the island.
Typically, their meetings would revolve around deciding the day's activities—whether to explore more of the island or patrol the areas they had already secured. After week had passed since they first arrived, they had grown accustomed to surviving in a land teeming with dangerous monsters.
But today, their gathering was for a different reason entirely.
"There she is," Hornet said, spotting the arrival.
"Yo, sleepyhead! You're finally here. Can we start now?"「Hakuryuu」
"Start? Start what, exactly?" (Hylia)
As Hylia stood there, trying to make sense of what she was supposed to begin, Deutschland, who was beside her, reached out and touched the left side of her chest. Instantly, an ethereal screen appeared within Hylia's field of vision.
It was Deutschland's status screen.
Even so, the girl with feasty hair was still clueless about why her "Uche-sama" had activated her system's status display. While Hylia stared at the screen, she tried to figure it out something about it, which she can't found at all.
〈Ship details : Deutschland〉
| Race: Ship Girl
| Level: 97
| Job: Spiritual Overlord
| Power: 2785
| 〈(Press to view full stats)〉
| Title: 〈Siscon〉〈Third of the Six Troublemakers〉〈The Sovereign of Pride〉
| Omen: 『The Omen of Befall has been unleashed』
| Weapon: 1. Fire Claw+ (Eva and Acc Up, Magic Res Down +Fire Affinity)
"Siscon?" Hylia muttered under her breath, eyes widening slightly.
Seeing her confusion, Deutschland sighed in frustration, feeling her pride wounded by the mocking laughter of the other ship girls who had noticed the embarrassing title.
With a sharp gesture, she pointed at a specific part of the screen.
"...Here look at the omen part,"「Deutschland」
"Omen..." (Hylia)
"Confirmation: Gascogne and the others have also received similar new information, just like Deutschland. The appearance of this omen was confirmed yesterday at 9:43 in the morning," Gascogne stated, her voice precise and mechanical.
Hearing the explanation from one of her many "big sis," Hylia nodded in understanding.
She gently tapped the floating screen, and that's when Hylia finally realized what was wrong. The Omen of Befall. She had never seen anything like it before, nor did she have any idea what it meant.
Up until now, that section of the screen had always been empty.
『The Omen of Befall has been unleashed』
"…I have a bad feeling about this," Hylia whispered, a sense of unease creeping over her.