A full day had passed since their return.
For Belfast and Illustrious, it still didn't feel real.
The first thing they experienced was food.
Not rations.
Not scraps.
Not something taken in haste between battles.
Real food.
They sat across from each other in the cafeteria, plates filled with dishes they didn't even recognize at first glance. Steam rose gently from the meals, the aroma alone enough to make their hands hesitate.
"…This… is for us?" Illustrious asked softly, almost afraid to touch it.
Yuuki, sitting across from them with a relaxed posture, shrugged. "Yeah. Eat. There's more if you want."
Belfast stared at her plate for a moment longer before picking up her utensils with practiced elegance. "…Then we shall not waste it."
They took their first bite.
And stopped.
Illustrious's eyes widened, her lips parting slightly. "…This taste…"
Belfast closed her eyes briefly, her expression tightening—not from discomfort, but from something far more fragile.
"…It has been… a long time."
They ate slowly at first.
Then faster.
Not out of desperation—
But because they finally could.
No one rushed them.
No one watched them like tools.
No one took anything away.
"…Commander…" Illustrious murmured between bites, her voice trembling faintly. "This is… too much…"
Yuuki leaned back slightly. "Get used to it."
Yorktown smirked from the side. "He feeds us like this every day."
Laffey nodded. "…Commander spoils us…"
Yuuki shot them a glance. "Hey... don't blame yours truly for spoiling you girls."
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Rest came next.
And that was even harder to accept.
Their assigned quarters were beyond anything they had ever experienced. The room adjusted lighting automatically as they entered. Temperature balanced itself. The bed—soft, responsive, almost too comfortable.
Illustrious stood at the doorway for several seconds.
"…This is… a personal room?"
Belfast walked in slowly, scanning everything with careful eyes. "It appears to be… assigned to us alone."
Illustrious hesitated before stepping inside. "…We are not sharing with dozens of others…? Like our old dorms?"
"No."
Silence.
"…This is excessive…" Belfast muttered, though there was no complaint in her tone.
Illustrious sat gently on the bed.
Then immediately stood back up.
"…It's too soft…"
Belfast actually let out a faint, quiet breath that almost resembled a laugh. "…You will adapt."
Neither of them slept immediately.
They simply… sat.
Because peace felt unfamiliar.
The next morning—
Reality truly set in.
They now stood inside the mobile headquarters—the deployed MCV that functioned as the island's operational core.
Large observation panels stretched before them.
And outside—
Something enormous was unfolding.
Illustrious stepped closer, her eyes reflecting the massive construct forming in the distance. "…That… is the nanocore?"
Belfast nodded slowly. "…It appears to be deploying structure segments in sequence…"
Before them, the nanocore expanded like a living machine. Massive plates unfolded, anchoring into the earth while entire sections of infrastructure built themselves layer by layer. Towers rose. Walls extended. Internal frameworks assembled with terrifying speed and precision.
It wasn't construction.
It was manifestation.
A nearby display lit up.
Estimated completion time: 10 days.
Illustrious read it aloud, barely believing it. "…Ten days… for… all of that?"
Belfast's eyes narrowed slightly. "…A fortress capable of housing over one thousand personnel…"
She turned her gaze slightly.
"…Designed personally by the Commander."
Illustrious looked back at the growing structure. "…This is not a base…"
Belfast finished quietly.
"…It is a citadel."
They had spent hours walking—trying to understand what already existed.
And failed.
Because every step revealed something new.
Railgun turrets lined the coastline, their barrels humming faintly with stored energy. Prism Towers fired rainbow beams or full powered lasers.
Anti-air systems tracked invisible targets across the sky.
Shield generators projected faint distortions, barely visible unless you knew where to look.
Factories produced vehicles without human input.
Repair drones moved endlessly, maintaining everything with mechanical precision.
"…This defense network…" Illustrious whispered. "…It is layered…"
Belfast nodded. She folded her arms lightly.
"…Even a coordinated Siren assault would struggle to breach this."
Illustrious turned to her. "…And this was built… in a day?"
Belfast shook her head.
"No."
A pause.
"…It was deployed in a day."
Her gaze sharpened slightly.
"…Built long before we ever arrived."
That realization settled heavily. "Maybe days since Commander said, he just arrived almost a week ago."
Illustrious placed a hand lightly over her chest. "…We truly… left our world behind…"
Belfast stood beside her, posture calm, unwavering.
"…Yes."
A quiet breath followed.
"…And stepped into something far beyond it."
They both watched as another section of the fortress locked into place with a deep, resonant sound that echoed across the island.
For a long moment—
Neither spoke.
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Yuuki lay sprawled across the cool grass, one arm tucked behind his head as he stared up into the slow drift of clouds. The afternoon had settled into a quiet calm, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves and the steady rhythm of breathing from the girl resting on him. Laffey had claimed his lap without ceremony, her small frame curled comfortably against him, her soft silver-white twin tails splayed messily. Her red eyes had long since closed, her expression slack with that familiar, unbothered sleepiness—as if the world itself could wait.
A short distance away, the picnic mat had become the center of a far more composed scene. Yorktown and Illustrious sat with practiced elegance, while Belfast remained standing nearby, her posture as immaculate as ever.
The earlier activity still lingered in the air. After being assigned their rooms and properly fed, Yorktown had taken it upon herself to introduce the others to the outfit generator—a tool that, while simple in function, carried a quiet weight for each of them. It wasn't just about clothing. It was about identity.
Belfast, in particular, had not hesitated.
Now clad once more in her reconstructed uniform, she stood as if she had never been without it. Her tall, statuesque figure carried an almost ceremonial grace. Pale skin, flawless and porcelain-like, contrasted against the deep cobalt blue of her sleeveless maid dress. The garment hugged her form with precision, the structured corset accentuating her waist while subtle ruffles at the shoulders and hem added refinement rather than excess.
Her long, pure white hair—meticulously woven into an intricate French braid—rested along her back, each strand perfectly in place. Violet eyes, sharp yet composed, observed her surroundings with quiet attentiveness.
The details of her attire spoke of discipline and tradition: a lace-trimmed white apron tied neatly at her waist, elegant gloves partially hidden beneath polished gauntlets, and the distinctive anchor-themed garters that framed her hips with an unusual yet unmistakable signature. Her stockings were pristine, her black pumps secured with delicate ribbons, and atop her head sat the classic maid headdress—unchanged, unwavering.
She was not simply dressed as a maid.
She was one.
Illustrious, seated gracefully on the mat, offered a starkly different presence—no less refined, but softer, almost radiant. Her long white hair flowed down her back, gathered into a low ponytail by a black ribbon, while a single ahoge swayed gently with the breeze. Her blue eyes carried a natural warmth, complemented by the gentle curve of her smile.
Her attire, predominantly white, seemed to reflect light itself. The strapless dress, adorned with black frills and subtle purple accents, balanced elegance with an almost ethereal charm. A detached collar framed her neck, centered by a violet gem, while her wide-brimmed sunhat cast shifting shadows across her face. Every movement she made felt deliberate yet effortless, like a noblewoman at ease.
Beside her, Yorktown embodied a composed authority.
Her long silver hair flowed freely, framing a face defined by calm confidence. Light-purple eyes surveyed the scene with quiet assurance, the kind that came from experience rather than force. Her outfit blended military precision with personal style—a black uniform worn open over a fitted crop top, paired with a white dress layered beneath.
The contrast worked.
It wasn't rigid. It wasn't ornamental.
It was hers.
The American flag armband rested firmly on her arm, while a blue rose pinned to her chest added a subtle, almost sentimental touch. Even seated, her posture remained upright, composed—someone who carried responsibility as naturally as breathing.
And then there was Laffey.
Completely out of place.
Completely at peace.
Her loose pink jacket hung carelessly off her shoulders, fur-lined edges brushing against Yuuki as she shifted slightly in her sleep. The bunny-themed details—from her oversized hair clip to the small tail at her back—gave her an almost playful absurdity, sharply contrasting the disciplined presence of the others.
Yet somehow, she grounded the scene.
Where Belfast was precision, Illustrious was grace, and Yorktown was command—
Laffey was simplicity.
And Yuuki, lying there beneath the open sky with her weight resting gently on him, couldn't help but feel that, for once, everything was… quiet.
Not empty.
Just… still.
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The island felt… peaceful. Their former home island.
For once, there were no alarms, no distant explosions, no tension hanging in the air. Only the soft rustling of grass under the wind and the distant hum of machines building something far greater in the background.
Yuuki lay flat on the grass, hands behind his head, staring up at the open sky as if nothing in the world could bother him.
On top of him—
Laffey.
Curled comfortably on his lap, already half-asleep.
"…Warm…" she murmured faintly, nuzzling slightly as if she had already claimed her spot permanently.
Yuuki didn't even react.
He was used to it.
A few meters away, a picnic mat had been laid out.
Yorktown sat elegantly as she drank her cup of tea, relaxed, watching the two with a faint smile.
"…She's not letting go anymore, is she?"
Somehow, sounded jealous seeing Laffey so expressive. Silently wished she could be that expressive.
Belfast stood nearby at first—then slowly sat down with perfect posture, smoothing her skirt before settling in.
"…It appears Miss Laffey has found her preferred resting location."
Illustrious let out a soft, gentle laugh as she adjusted her sunhat slightly.
"…It's rather adorable, isn't it?"
Yorktown smirked. "Adorable until she starts calling him a pillow."
"…Already did," Yuuki muttered from the grass.
Laffey didn't deny it.
"…Commander pillow…"
"…See?" Yorktown sighed.
The four shipgirls had changed.
Not just in spirit—
But in presence.
They now wore their proper uniforms once more.
Not the torn, degraded remnants of captivity—
But the identities they chose to reclaim.
================
Belfast sat elegantly, every detail of her restored maid uniform pristine. The cobalt blue dress, the structured corset, the lace-trimmed apron—all perfectly arranged. Her long white hair, braided with precision, rested against her back, and her violet eyes carried calm focus once more.
She looked… complete.
No longer a prisoner.
No longer broken.
A maid of dignity.
================
Beside her, Illustrious radiated gentle elegance.
Her white and black attire flowed naturally with her movements, the subtle purple accents catching light as she shifted. Her long white hair, tied neatly, framed her soft expression.
She looked serene.
But beneath it—
Strength.
=================
Yorktown leaned back slightly, her uniform blending military sharpness with quiet grace. The silver of her hair moved lightly with the breeze, her posture relaxed but ready.
A commander.
Even without saying it.
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And Laffey—
Still clinging to Yuuki.
Her messy twin tails spread across his lap, bunny ears tilted slightly as she dozed, completely unbothered by the world.
"…Zzz…"
Illustrious looked toward Belfast.
"…It feels strange, doesn't it?"
Belfast nodded slightly.
"…To be able to sit like this… without concern."
A pause.
"…Without fear. To think we are prisoners the day before...."
Yorktown glanced toward the massive structure still being built in the distance.
"…You'll get used to it."
She smiled faintly.
"…We did."
Illustrious looked toward Yuuki.
"…Commander seems… very at ease."
Belfast followed her gaze.
"…He always is?"
Yorktown let out a small chuckle.
"…Pretty much."
Yuuki didn't even look at them. "Everything's under control. No reason to stress ourselves."
"…You just destroyed a Siren base yesterday," Belfast pointed out calmly.
"Yup."
"…And you're resting."
"Yup."
Illustrious smiled softly.
"…You truly are… unique, Commander."
"And yup."
A gentle silence followed.
Comfortable.
Natural.
The kind of silence that didn't need to be filled.
Laffey shifted slightly.
"…Don't move…"
Yuuki sighed.
"I'm not."
Belfast looked at the scene one more time.
Then lowered her gaze slightly.
"…Perhaps…"
A small pause.
"…This is what peace feels like."
Illustrious nodded.
"…Yes…"
Yorktown smiled.
"…For now."
And for the first time in a long while—
None of them questioned it.
They simply—
Enjoyed it.
====================
Belfast's gaze shifted—briefly, almost imperceptibly—yet nothing ever escaped her notice.
There it was again.
A fleeting glance. Controlled. Restrained. Gone in an instant.
Yuuki remained outwardly composed, his expression as calm as ever, but the slight delay in his focus, the almost imperceptible shift of his eyes… it was enough.
Belfast's lips curved—just slightly.
A knowing smirk.
So, their commander was aware.
Not crude. Not indulgent. But human enough to notice.
"As expected…" she thought quietly, violet eyes softening with a hint of amusement. "Even the most composed gentlemen are not entirely immune."
She adjusted her posture—subtle, refined, but deliberate. The natural elegance of her form seemed to sharpen, every line of her uniform presented with quiet confidence. Not excessive. Never improper.
Simply… undeniable.
A maid did not demand attention.
She commanded it—effortlessly.
Across from her, Illustrious observed the same moment, her gentle smile deepening ever so slightly beneath the brim of her hat. There was no need for words; the understanding passed in silence. Her posture shifted as well, graceful and unforced, yet somehow more radiant than before—as though light itself had chosen to linger around her.
Yorktown, ever perceptive, exhaled softly through her nose, arms loosely folded. Her eyes flicked toward Yuuki for half a second before returning forward.
"…He's trying not to look," she noted internally, a faint, almost teasing glint passing through her otherwise composed demeanor.
None of them spoke of it.
None of them needed to.
It wasn't competition.
Not yet.
But there was an awareness now—a quiet acknowledgment shared between them.
Their commander saw them.
And each, in her own way, intended to remain… memorable.
Belfast's smirk lingered, poised and confident.
After all—
A proper maid does not lose.
Especially not before the game has even begun.
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This is a strong scene setup—you've got tension, character contrast, and a clear shift in dynamics. What it needs is smoother dialogue flow, more subtext, and sharper emotional beats so the "claim" feels elegant rather than abrupt.
Here's a refined version that leans into character voice and atmosphere:
After a while, Belfast moved.
It was unhurried, deliberate—the kind of motion that naturally drew attention without ever demanding it. Her heels pressed softly against the grass as she approached, stopping just within Yuuki's view.
He tilted his head slightly, eyes shifting from the sky to her.
"Lord Commander," she began, her voice smooth and composed, "would you indulge this maid with a wish?"
Yuuki blinked once, then gave a small, easy nod.
"Go ahead."
Belfast lowered her gaze just enough to be respectful, though the faint curve at her lips never quite disappeared.
"I must apologize… I am newly assigned to this faction. As such, I find myself… lacking familiarity with my duties." Her tone remained steady, but there was a quiet sincerity beneath it. "I cannot yet serve you to my fullest capacity."
Yuuki's brow lifted slightly. "Service?"
A subtle pause.
Then—
"May I address you as 'Master'?"
"…Master?" he echoed, more out of surprise than rejection.
Belfast inclined her head. "As a Royal Maid, I serve the commander. It is… an appropriate form of address."
Yuuki exhaled softly, somewhere between amused and resigned.
"You can call me whatever you want. That doesn't really sound like a wish, though."
For the first time, Belfast's smile sharpened—just a fraction.
"Then… my true wish is this."
She straightened, meeting his eyes fully now.
"I wish to serve as your personal maid."
Silence settled over the small group.
Not heavy.
But noticeable.
"Oh my…" Illustrious's voice drifted in, gentle as ever—but laced with unmistakable intrigue. "Belfast is quite forward, isn't she?"
There was a softness to her smile, but her eyes had narrowed ever so slightly beneath the brim of her hat.
A personal attendant means that girl will be close with him at all times.
Yorktown didn't speak immediately.
Her gaze moved from Belfast to Yuuki, then back again, her expression tightening by a degree that most would miss.
She felt... jealous.
"…That's one way to establish position," she murmured under her breath.
On Yuuki's lap, Laffey shifted faintly, nuzzling closer without waking, entirely detached from the unfolding tension.
Belfast remained perfectly composed, awaiting her answer—not impatient, not pressing.
Confident.
Because to her, this was not a gamble.
It was simply the natural order of things.
And somewhere in the air between them—
The first quiet spark of rivalry had been lit. Rivalry in his attention.
Yuuki let out a small, awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his head.
"Uhh… I don't really need a maid. I'm fine on my own."
"—That's where you're wrong."
A soft chime cut through the air.
Yuuki's interface flickered open without his input, projecting a holographic figure between them. The image stabilized into a composed woman with sharp eyes and an unmistakable air of authority.
"You girls must be our new staff members. Greetings," she said smoothly. "I am Eva McKenna, High Secretary of the GDI."
Her gaze shifted—precise, assessing.
"You must be Belfast."
Belfast stepped forward without hesitation, posture flawless."Yes, Lady McKenna. I am HMS Belfast."
"Good."
A brief pause.
Then, decisively—
"Apologies, Yuuki. This one will attend to you in my stead."
Yuuki shot upright. "The heck?! What did I do?"
"You require a personal attendant."
"Hey—I can take care of myself."
Eva didn't even blink.
"You wake late. You procrastinate. You avoid scheduled tasks."
Yuuki froze. "…How do you even know that?"
"I know enough."
A beat.
Then, with finality—
"I am assigning her as your personal maid. Consider this her first official duty."
"I have drones!" Yuuki protested weakly.
"Not a substitute."
"…That's not fair."
"Neither is inefficiency."
Yuuki deflated almost instantly.
"…Yes, ma'am."
"Good." Eva's tone softened by a fraction as she turned back to Belfast. "Report to me if anything requires attention."
"Yes, Lady McKenna," Belfast replied smoothly.
Then—just slightly—she turned her gaze back toward Yuuki.
Calm.
Certain.
"And correcting her master," she added gently, "is also a maid's duty."
Yuuki dragged a hand down his face with a long sigh.
"…Fine."
He glanced at her, half-exasperated, half-resigned.
"One month. You're on probation as my attendant. Do well…" he muttered, "…and you can keep the position."
Belfast lowered her head gracefully.
"I will not disappoint you, Master."
There was no hesitation in her voice.
No doubt.
Behind them, Illustrious smiled—soft, composed, but now unmistakably more attentive than before.
Yorktown crossed her arms, watching the exchange with narrowed eyes, her earlier calm now edged with something sharper.
And on Yuuki's lap—
Laffey slept on, completely undisturbed.
As if none of this concerned her at all.
But the balance had shifted.
And everyone present knew it.
The tension lingered—thin, almost invisible, but undeniably there.
Yuuki noticed.
He didn't sigh this time. Didn't overthink it either.
Instead, he simply reached out.
First—Laffey.
His hand rested gently on her head, fingers brushing through her soft, slightly messy twin tails. She stirred faintly, a quiet murmur escaping her lips as she instinctively leaned into the warmth, still half-asleep.
Then—Yorktown.
His touch was steady, reassuring. A brief pat, firm but gentle.
Then Illustrious.
A softer motion, almost careful, as if mindful of her grace.
And finally—
Belfast.
A composed pause before his hand settled lightly atop her head, acknowledging her just the same.
"Don't worry," Yuuki said, voice calm, grounded. "You're all special in your own way."
His gaze moved between them.
"I'll be fair to all of you."
Silence followed—
But this time, it wasn't tense.
It melted.
Laffey relaxed completely, her breathing evening out as she nuzzled closer, clearly satisfied without ever fully waking.
Illustrious's smile deepened, warmth returning to her eyes as she lowered her gaze slightly, a faint blush touching her cheeks.
Belfast remained upright, as composed as ever—but the subtle softening in her expression betrayed her. The earlier sharpness in her confidence eased, replaced by something quieter.
Acceptance.
Acknowledgment.
Yorktown, however—
Held his gaze a moment longer.
Something flickered in her eyes. Not doubt.
Not insecurity.
Resolve.
She was the first.
The first to stand beside him.
The first to fight under his command.
And while she said nothing, her posture straightened just slightly, her hand resting over the blue rose on her chest.
She wouldn't lose.
Not to circumstance.
Not to timing.
Not even to someone as formidable as Belfast.
If fairness was the rule—
Then she would simply make sure she remained unforgettable within it.
And just like that—
The tension didn't disappear.
It… transformed.
Into something lighter.
More dangerous.
Belfast was the first to move again, one gloved hand resting lightly near her lips as she regarded him with quiet amusement.
"It is important to observe one's intentions carefully," she said, voice smooth as silk. "Especially the ones you yourself are not yet aware of, Master…"
A faint pause.
Then her smile curved, just enough to tease.
"Am I being mean? Hehe… Recently, I've found myself enjoying that troubled look of yours." Her violet eyes softened, but only slightly. "You must forgive me."
"Oi—"
Yuuki didn't even get the chance to recover.
"Commander…" Yorktown's voice followed, lower, steadier—but carrying more weight than before.
He turned.
Her gaze met his directly.
"Even though I told myself I didn't want to go through another painful goodbye…" she said quietly, "…you still walked straight into my heart."
Yuuki froze.
"…That's not fair."
Before he could process it—
"Commander~"
Illustrious leaned forward just slightly, her tone light, but her eyes sharp with interest.
"What do you find most important in a girl?" she asked, tilting her head. "And… could you look me in the eyes when we're speaking?"
Yuuki immediately snapped his gaze up.
"I am looking—!"
A soft laugh escaped her.
"Good."
Meanwhile—
Laffey shifted faintly on his lap.
"…nap is more important…" she mumbled, completely detached from the battlefield unfolding around her.
Yuuki blinked.
"…Why am I getting teased all of a sudden?"
"Pff…" Illustrious covered her smile lightly. "Commander, you're a little like a child."
She studied him, amused but warm.
"Despite everything you've done… all that destruction…" her voice softened, "you're still very much a man."
"Subtle," Belfast added calmly. "Our Master is… unexpectedly subtle."
"That doesn't sound like a compliment."
Yorktown crossed her arms, though the faint curve at her lips betrayed her mood.
"Commander," she asked, more casually now, "do you like to spoil your girls?"
Yuuki hesitated.
"…Well…"
A faint blush crept across his face.
"…kind of."
Silence—
Then all at once, the atmosphere shifted again.
Not tense.
Not competitive.
Just… warm.
Illustrious smiled, satisfied.
Belfast's eyes gleamed with quiet approval.
Yorktown looked away slightly—but didn't argue.
And Laffey…
…was already asleep again.
Yuuki exhaled, scratching his cheek with a small, helpless laugh.
It was strange.
How natural this felt.
How easily they slipped into place around him.
And without realizing it—
The bond between them had already begun to deepen far beyond simple command.
The warmth lingered—but Yuuki didn't let himself dwell on it.
They're… direct, he thought. Too direct.
He shook it off.
"Alright," he said, pushing himself upright slightly. "Since we're all here…"
A faint shimmer flickered beside him as he opened his inventory. One by one, three cubes materialized in his palm—faintly glowing, humming with a quiet, unnatural resonance.
Then—
A fourth.
Hornet's cube.
He held them for a moment, studying the light within.
"Yorktown," he said, voice steady, "can you place them together?"
Yorktown didn't move immediately.
Her eyes lingered on the cubes… then on him.
"…Yes."
She stepped forward, carefully taking them from his hand. One by one, she aligned them on the ground, bringing them close—close enough that their faint glows began to overlap, pulsing in slow synchronization.
But her attention wasn't on the cubes anymore.
It was on Yuuki.
A flicker of worry crossed her face.
She knew.
Before he could move, she shifted behind him and knelt, positioning herself quietly—ready.
"Are you going to do that again?" she asked, softer now.
Yuuki exhaled once.
"I have to," he replied. "I need to meet them… understand them… learn what I can."
"Master," Belfast's voice cut in, composed but sharper than before, "what exactly are you intending to do?"
Illustrious followed, her usual warmth edged with concern.
"Is it dangerous?"
Yuuki gave a small, resigned smile.
"…I'm really going to regret this."
And then—
He reached out.
The moment his fingers made contact—
A violent surge of energy snapped through his body.
His muscles locked. A sharp current coursed through him like lightning, tearing a breath from his lungs before he could even react.
"—!"
But this time—
He didn't fall.
Yorktown caught him instantly.
Her arms steadied his body as she guided him back, lowering him carefully until his head rested against her lap. Her movements were precise, practiced—as if she had prepared for this exact moment.
Belfast stepped forward, eyes narrowing slightly.
"What just occurred?"
Yorktown didn't look up.
"Commander has… a unique ability," she said, voice controlled. "He can interact directly with Wisdom Cubes."
Illustrious leaned closer, concern deepening.
"Interact… how?"
Yorktown's gaze softened as she looked down at him.
"When his skin makes contact…" she continued quietly, "his consciousness is pulled inside the cube."
A brief pause.
"I don't fully understand it either."
Belfast's expression shifted—calculating now.
"…Inside the cube?"
"That's how he spoke to my sister," Yorktown added.
Recognition flickered.
Illustrious's eyes widened slightly.
"…I see."
Yorktown's grip tightened just a fraction.
"And now…" she said, glancing toward the four cubes glowing in unison, "…with them placed together…"
The light intensified.
The hum deepened.
"…he won't just meet one."
A quiet breath left her lips.
"…He'll reach all of them."
The air grew heavier.
Charged.
Anticipating.
Belfast lowered her gaze again, voice almost a whisper now—
"…Her Majesty…"
And in the silence that followed—
The cubes pulsed as one.
Silence settled over the field.
Not empty—
But waiting.
Yuuki's body lay still, his breathing shallow but steady, as his consciousness slipped once more into that endless void. Only this time… it wasn't a single presence waiting for him.
It was four.
Outside—
The air felt heavier.
Charged.
Belfast was the first to move.
Without a word, she lowered herself gracefully to Yuuki's left side, both knee touching the ground, posture as immaculate as ever. Her gaze remained on him—not soft, not cold, but focused.
Attentive.
Illustrious followed, mirroring her on the right. She knelt with quiet elegance, her hands resting gently on her lap, though the concern in her eyes was impossible to hide now.
Yorktown said nothing.
She was already there.
Seated behind him, supporting his weight, his head resting securely on her lap. One hand hovered just above his shoulder—not quite touching, but ready.
Always ready.
For a brief moment—
The three of them looked at one another.
No words were exchanged.
None were needed.
Belfast's eyes met Illustrious's.
Illustrious gave the faintest nod.
Yorktown's gaze lingered on both of them… before she, too, nodded once.
Agreement.
Not rivalry.
Not this time.
Professional.
Personal.
Unified.
They understood what was at stake.
This wasn't about attention.
This wasn't about standing out.
This was about him.
Belfast adjusted slightly, ensuring nothing would disturb Yuuki's condition.Illustrious's presence steadied the atmosphere, her calm acting like a quiet anchor.Yorktown… remained his foundation, unwavering.
Three different roles.
One purpose.
To be there—
When he returns.
And as the cubes continued to pulse in unison beside them…
They held their positions.
Together.
==========================
The void wasn't silent this time.
It crackled.
Four presences—distinct, powerful—colliding the moment Yuuki's consciousness settled in.
"What are you doing here?!"
The voice rang out sharp and indignant.
Before him stood a petite girl radiating authority far beyond her size—long, curled blonde hair cascading down her back, a small but unmistakable crown resting atop her head. Blue eyes burned with outrage as her regal posture stiffened.
"I am Queen Elizabeth! Ruler of the Royal Navy! Explain yourself at once!"
"Whoa, loud."
Another voice cut in—casual, amused.
Hornet.
She leaned back like she owned the place, arms loosely crossed, completely unfazed.
"Hey, don't look at me like that. They stacked the cubes together," she shrugged. "So yeah… guess you're stuck with me, Queeny."
"…Queeny?"
The temperature dropped instantly.
"I beg your pardon?!"
"I am Queen Elizabeth! Show some respect!"
Hornet grinned wider.
"Relax, Queeny. Titles don't mean much when we're all—y'know—dead."
A sharp silence followed.
"…That is—"
"She's right, Your Majesty."
A calm, composed voice entered.
Warspite stepped forward, her posture straight, her tone measured but firm.
"The Royal Navy, as we knew it… no longer exists."
Elizabeth froze.
Just for a second.
"…I am well aware," she snapped, though the edge in her voice had shifted—less explosive, more defensive.
"Heh."
A smaller, amused chuckle followed.
Valiant appeared at her side, twin ponytails swaying slightly as she tilted her head, red eyes gleaming with mischief.
"She's got guts, talking to you like that, Sister."
Hornet didn't miss a beat.
"See? Even your sister knows you're a spoiled brat."
"You—!"
Elizabeth's face flushed instantly.
"Off with her head!"
Hornet blinked.
"…You do realize that won't work, right?"
A pause.
"I'm already dead, Queeny."
Valiant snorted softly, one hand resting on her hip. This whole exchange was beneath her—or at least, that's what she'd claim. The smug curve of her lips told a different story.
Warspite closed her eyes for a brief moment.
Not exasperated.
Just… accustomed.
Elizabeth, however, trembled—caught between outrage and disbelief.
"You… you…!" she sputtered, utterly unused to being dismissed so casually.
Hornet didn't care.
At all.
"Am I interrupting?"
A new voice cut through the chaos.
The void shimmered—
And Yuuki materialized.
It was smoother this time. More stable. Like he belonged here a little more than before.
Hornet's head snapped toward him instantly.
Her face lit up.
"Handsome!"
Before anyone could react, she dashed forward and threw her arms around him without hesitation.
"I knew you'd come for me," she grinned, pressing close. "Miss me?"
Yuuki blinked, caught slightly off guard.
"Aha… you're still like this, huh…"
"You—!"
Elizabeth's voice spiked.
She pointed directly at Yuuki, eyes blazing.
"What is the meaning of this?! What relationship do you have with this—this peasant?!"
"…Peasant?"
Yuuki let out a slow sigh.
Hornet tightened her hold, completely unfazed.
"You're too loud, Queeny," she said casually, then tilted her head toward Yuuki with a grin. "By the way—this is my man."
Silence.
Warspite's brow twitched slightly.
"…Your man?"
Valiant's eyes gleamed with interest.
"Oho… now this is amusing."
Elizabeth froze again.
"…Your… man?" she repeated, incredulous. "Since when?!"
Hornet smirked.
"Just now."
A beat.
Then she leaned in slightly, clearly enjoying herself.
"Hehe… did that make your heart skip?"
Yuuki deadpanned.
"…Not really."
Hornet blinked once.
Then laughed.
"Oof. Cold. I like it when you played hard to get."
Valiant covered her mouth lightly, clearly entertained.
Warspite exhaled quietly, gaze shifting back to Yuuki—more focused now, more serious.
Elizabeth, meanwhile, looked like she might actually explode.
"You dare—!"
"Oh, you're playing a dangerous game, Handsome," Hornet added, glancing up at him with a teasing glint. "Picking fights with royalty already?"
Yuuki rubbed his temple.
"…I didn't pick anything. I just got dragged into it."
And yet—
Despite the chaos, the clashing egos, the sharp words—
All four of them were watching him now.
Waiting.
Judging.
Curious.
Because whether they liked it or not—
He was the one who had stepped into their world.
Again.
Yuuki glanced between them, taking in the small but overwhelmingly loud presence in front of him.
"Ahaa… so you must be Elizabeth?"
The reaction was immediate.
"Queen Elizabeth to you, peasant!"
She lifted her chin, authority radiating despite her size.
"I am the super-dreadnought of the Royal Navy. Etch my name into your memory!" she declared proudly. "As for military achievements—I leave such matters to my subjects. I merely observe their excellence."
A pause—then her eyes narrowed.
"You are the commander chosen by Belfast and Illustrious? The one who summoned us?"
Yuuki didn't even get to answer.
"Hmph! You are still one hundred thousand years too early to command me!" she continued. "However… I shall be generous. From this day forth, you may serve as one of my loyal attendants!"
Yuuki stared.
"…Is she serious?"
"Very," Hornet muttered, still hooked onto his arm, completely at ease. "And yes—she's a pain."
"You—!"
Elizabeth stomped forward, fuming.
Before she could escalate—
"Hoo… so you're the one who called us."
Valiant stepped in smoothly, a playful grin spreading across her face as she examined Yuuki.
"Queen Elizabeth-class battleship, Valiant," she introduced with flair. "Our fleet's reputation—from Jutland to the Far East—rests on brilliance like mine."
She tilted her head, eyes gleaming.
"So, Commander… you'll serve as my assistant. Consider it your chance to prove your worth."
Yuuki blinked.
"…The heck? One wants me as a servant, another as an assistant?"
"Sisters…" Hornet groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "And people wonder why I don't claim them."
She smirked, nudging him slightly.
"Not mine. Mine are way better."
A calmer presence stepped forward.
"Elizabeth-class fast battleship, Warspite, reporting."
Her tone was steady—grounded in a way the others weren't.
"I hold the record for the longest-range hit on a moving target," she said plainly. "I have survived countless engagements… cheated death more than once."
A brief pause.
"…Not this time. Perhaps this is simply where my path leads."
Yuuki looked at her, then nodded slowly.
"…Wow. You're the normal one here."
Valiant snorted.
Elizabeth bristled.
Warspite raised an eyebrow—just slightly.
"Surprised?" she asked.
"Kind of," Yuuki admitted. "At least I can talk to you without being called a peasant every five seconds."
"I can be sensible," Warspite replied calmly.
Yuuki crossed his arms, studying her.
"…You're smaller than I expected."
A beat.
Warspite's eyes narrowed.
"I'm… smaller than you thought?" she repeated slowly.
Valiant immediately leaned in, grinning.
"Oh, this should be good."
Warspite stepped closer, voice lowering just a fraction.
"Perhaps we should have a longer conversation about that."
"…Yeah, I walked into that one."
Yuuki sighed, then glanced between them.
"One acts like a spoiled child," he said, eyeing Elizabeth.
"I heard that!"
"And another thinks she's bigger than she actually is," he added, glancing at Valiant.
Valiant placed a hand on her chest, mock-offended.
"How rude."
Hornet chuckled beside him.
"Told you, Handsome… not all of them are easy."
Despite the chaos—
Despite the clashing egos—
Something had settled.
They weren't just testing him anymore.
They were engaging him.
And that meant—
He'd already passed the first threshold.
Now—
Came the second.
Yuuki exhaled softly, then straightened just a little. The casual tone faded—not completely, but enough.
"Sigh… Yukihira Yuuki," he said, voice steady. "High Commander of the Global Defense Initiative."
Hornet grinned instantly.
"Yup. Top dog of a fleet the size of an island."
That got their attention.
Elizabeth frowned. "Global Defense… what exactly is that supposed to be?"
"GDI," Yuuki answered simply. "An independent faction. We don't answer to any nation, any government, or any old-world structure."
He looked directly at her.
"So… apologies in advance. I don't do royalty."
"You—!"
Elizabeth stepped forward, but this time—
Yuuki didn't back down.
"We bow to no one," he continued, calm but firm. "Not to Sirens. Not to humanity either."
A pause.
Then, flatly—
"If we're pushed… we become the enemy."
Silence.
Not the chaotic kind from before.
This was heavier.
Measured.
Even Hornet glanced at him differently for a second.
"…Way to drop it straight," she muttered, impressed.
Yuuki scratched his cheek lightly, the tension easing just a fraction.
"…Yeah. Something like that."
Then he looked at all of them—properly this time.
Not as individuals.
But as a group.
"So here's the deal," he said. "You don't have a country anymore. No faction. No command structure."
His tone softened—but didn't weaken.
"I am extending my welcome to all of you."
A simple statement.
"Join the GDI as shipgirls under my command."
No force.
No demand.
Just an offer—
Backed by everything he was.
"Queeny, I already said yes," Hornet chimed in, raising a hand casually. "I'm with him."
Valiant's eyes flickered with interest.
Warspite remained still—but attentive.
Elizabeth…
Said nothing.
For once.
Because this wasn't about pride anymore.
This—
Was a choice.
Warspite's gaze settled on him—sharp, measured.
"Pray tell… what exactly do you offer us?" she asked. "If we are to abandon what remains of our past, there must be reason."
Valiant crossed her arms, expression playful—but her eyes were anything but.
"You're rather bold, asking us to join your faction so casually," she added. "I'll admit… I'm not convinced your little organization is worth that leap."
Elizabeth said nothing.
But her silence was louder than either of them.
Yuuki exhaled slowly.
Fair questions.
Necessary ones.
"Alright," he said, tone even. "Then I'll keep it simple."
He stepped forward slightly—not imposing, just… present.
"First—you're not abandoning anything."
A brief pause.
"You're carrying it forward."
Warspite's eyes narrowed just a fraction.
"The Royal Navy you knew is gone," Yuuki continued. "But what it stood for? Discipline. Strength. Identity. That doesn't disappear unless you let it."
His gaze shifted between them.
"I'm not asking you to forget who you were."
Then—
More firmly—
"I'm offering you a place where that still matters."
Valiant's smirk faded slightly.
"…Go on."
"You won't be tools," Yuuki said. "No one in GDI is treated like expendable assets. You'll have autonomy. Voice. Purpose."
He gestured lightly.
"You fight because you choose to—not because someone orders you to."
Warspite remained still—but listening closely now.
"And capability?" she pressed.
Yuuki gave a small nod.
"That's where we're different."
His tone sharpened—just enough.
"GDI isn't bound by outdated limits. Our tech, our infrastructure, our scale… you won't be fighting the same war you died in."
A beat.
"You'll be stronger."
Valiant's eyes lit up at that—interest replacing skepticism.
"And command?" she asked. "What kind of commander are you?"
Yuuki didn't hesitate.
"I don't waste my people."
Simple.
Flat.
Absolute.
Silence followed.
Then—
He looked at Elizabeth.
Not challenging.
Not dismissive.
Just… direct.
"I'm not asking you to stop being Queen Elizabeth," he said. "If anything, I'd expect you to carry that pride with you."
A softer tone, but no less firm.
"But understand this—"
"You wouldn't be ruling over subjects anymore."
"You'd be standing alongside equals."
That—
Landed.
Warspite's expression shifted first.
Thoughtful.
Valiant tilted her head, intrigued.
Elizabeth…
Finally spoke.
"…You ask for much."
Yuuki nodded.
"I offer just as much."
A pause.
Then—
He folded his hands loosely.
"So."
"No pressure."
"But I don't repeat offers."
Hornet grinned beside him.
"Told you, Queeny. Not boring, right?"
And now—
The decision wasn't theoretical anymore.
It was real.
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Yuuki didn't rush his answer.
"To be clear," he began, voice steady, "our technology has already surpassed the Sirens."
That alone shifted the air.
"I intend to integrate that into you—into your rigging," he continued. "Not as an add-on. A full fusion."
A faint pause.
"Imagine carrying GDI systems as part of your core. Weapons, defenses, processing… all of it."
Valiant's eyes narrowed—not dismissive anymore.
"…That's not a small claim."
Yuuki's gaze flicked to her.
"And calling my organization 'small,' Miss Valiant," he added calmly, "is a severe understatement."
"You—"
"I'm not offended," he cut in, unshaken. "But I don't ignore misjudgment either."
A beat.
"We have what it takes to establish supremacy in this world. Whether you believe that now… or later… doesn't change reality."
Silence.
Then, more measured—
"I'm not here to erase your identity," Yuuki continued. "Keep your titles. Your pride. Your history."
His voice softened—just slightly.
"Just stand under the GDI banner… and grow stronger with it."
Warspite stepped forward.
"You make a compelling argument, Commander," she said. "But stripped of your faction…"
Her eyes sharpened.
"…are you strong?"
Yuuki met her gaze.
"What are you suggesting?"
Without another word—
Warspite tossed her blade.
Yuuki caught it cleanly.
"Prove it."
Hornet smirked off to the side.
"Go easy on her, Handsome."
Warspite moved—
Fast.
Decisive.
A veteran's strike.
But—
It ended before it began.
A sharp shift.
A blur.
Steel whispered.
Warspite froze.
Yuuki stood behind her.
The blade rested lightly beneath her throat.
"…What—"
No wasted motion.
No flourish.
Just… done.
Yuuki exhaled softly.
"Let me answer your question," he said.
"What am I without my faction?"
A pause.
"A combatant shaped by more than one world. A world where I fought against a brotherhood with advanced laser weaponry made Sirens looked like chumps. Against aliens whose weapons surpassed humans and it wasn't even the main force. They just harvesting groups."
His tone remained calm—but absolute.
"Now let me ask you."
He lowered the blade slightly—but didn't step back yet.
"What are you… without the Royal Navy?"
Warspite didn't answer.
Couldn't.
Yuuki stepped away, returning the weapon.
Then—
He faced all of them.
"I don't fight for humanity," he said. "Not for factions. Not for Sirens."
His voice grounded itself—unyielding.
"I fight for GDI. The GDI that I build. Not the ones my old world formed."
A beat.
"And if something threatens it—human or Siren…"
His gaze hardened.
"…it becomes my enemy."
The weight of that statement settled heavily.
"If the Royal Navy of this world stands against us," he continued, "we won't hesitate."
A faint, dangerous edge entered his tone.
"I'll deploy aerial warships capable of erasing entire Siren fleets."
A brief pause.
"Over five hundred confirmed kills."
No exaggeration.
No pride.
Just fact.
"…More than most can claim."
Silence followed.
Not disbelief.
Calculation.
Warspite lowered her gaze slightly.
Valiant no longer smiled.
Elizabeth…
Said nothing.
And Hornet—
Grinned.
"Now that's a commander," she muttered, clearly pleased.
Yuuki didn't move as the silence stretched.
"When I said you could call on me through Hornet's void…" he continued, voice steady, "I meant it."
His gaze swept across them.
"I'll come."
A brief pause.
"And I'll protect all of you."
No theatrics.
No exaggeration.
"Broken. Powerless. Even if you fall…"
His tone didn't waver.
"I'll still come."
That—
Landed.
"Shipgirls like you…" he added, quieter now, "your potential already rivals—no, surpasses—most of what GDI can produce."
He gestured lightly.
"With our technology integrated into your rigging…"
A faint breath.
"You won't just be restored."
"You'll be elevated."
Silence.
Then—
"Pff…"
A stifled laugh broke it.
"…Hahaha!"
Valiant covered her mouth, shoulders shaking slightly as she looked at him with renewed interest.
"To think I'd meet someone whose pride rivals my own," she said, eyes gleaming. "But yours… isn't for yourself."
She straightened.
"It's for your faction."
A beat.
"…I misjudged you."
Her tone shifted—still playful, but sincere beneath it.
"I apologize for calling your organization 'small.'"
Yuuki shrugged lightly.
"'Small' doesn't quite cover it," he replied. "Most of our vessels are… considerably larger than what you're imagining."
Valiant smirked.
"I can believe that now."
She took a step forward, posture changing—less teasing, more formal.
"Charisma," she said, lifting a finger slightly, "is the most important quality of a leader."
Her voice carried a performative elegance—but this time, it didn't feel hollow.
"To command is to embody dignity. To make others believe in your words."
Her red eyes locked onto his.
"You have exceeded my expectations, Commander."
A pause—
Then she placed a hand lightly over her chest.
"Queen Elizabeth-class battleship—Valiant."
Her voice steadied.
"I will serve under your command."
That—
Was her answer.
Yuuki nodded once.
"Then just be yourself, Valiant," he said. "No need to suppress anything."
A small exhale followed.
"And… if I came off harsh earlier, I'll take responsibility for that."
Valiant blinked.
Then smiled—genuine this time.
"Charismatic and humble…" she murmured. "Dangerous combination."
She tilted her head slightly.
"…If it makes you feel better, I can still call you my attendant."
Yuuki gave her a flat look.
"You won't push that too far, right?"
She clasped her hands behind her back, rocking slightly on her heels.
"Of course not~"
A beat.
"…Attendant."
"…I'm still the High Commander," he replied dryly.
"Yes, yes. Details."
"Valiant."
She perked slightly.
"…Just Valiant is fine," she said, then quickly straightened. "Ahem—I am a very charismatic person, after all."
Yuuki sighed.
"…You almost had it."
From the side—
Hornet chuckled.
"Told you, Handsome. She talks big, but slips anyway."
Valiant flushed slightly.
"I do not slip!"
"…You just did."
And just like that—
The tension broke.
But the decision remained.
Valiant had chosen.
And that changed everything.
The silence after Valiant's declaration had barely settled—
When Warspite stepped forward.
No hesitation.
No theatrics.
She stopped before Yuuki… and lowered herself onto one knee.
The motion was precise.
Deliberate.
A knight's pledge.
"You have bested me," she said, voice steady, unwavering. "And if your words hold true…"
Her hand rested over her chest.
"My shield and my sword are yours."
A pause.
"My loyalty… belongs to you, Commander."
The weight of it was different from Valiant's.
Less playful.
More absolute.
"I will serve as your Royal Knight," she continued. "When not attending to my sister, I will stand at your side."
Her gaze lifted—firm, resolute.
"I will be your blade."
"And your shield."
"Elizabeth-class fast battleship, Warspite… reporting in."
Yuuki blinked.
"…I don't really need one," he said honestly. "Belfast already insisted on being my personal maid."
Warspite didn't move.
"Then I will be your protector."
"I have drones. Countermeasures. Automated defense—"
"No."
Flat.
Immediate.
There was no defiance in it.
Only conviction.
"I am not asking for a role to fill a gap," she said. "I am choosing my place."
A beat.
"I will join you—on one condition."
Yuuki narrowed his eyes slightly.
"…Which is?"
Warspite's grip tightened subtly over her chest.
"That I stand as your Royal Knight."
No negotiation.
No compromise.
Just intent.
Yuuki exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"…You're really not going to let that go, are you?"
"No, Commander."
A pause.
Then—
"…Fine."
Warspite lowered her head slightly.
"Thank you."
Not relief.
Not excitement.
Just… acceptance.
A vow acknowledged.
And as she rose to her feet—
There was no doubt left.
She had chosen her role.
And she would not waver.
Yuuki turned to the last one.
"What about you, Elizabeth?"
"Queen Elizabeth, peasant!" she snapped immediately—though the fire in it wasn't as sharp as before.
Then—
A sigh.
Small.
Reluctant.
"…You make a convincing argument," she admitted, lifting her chin. "I am not merely a ship. I am the Queen who ruled the Royal Navy."
Her gaze steadied.
"And a queen's duty is to protect her subjects."
A pause.
Even if it costs everything.
"If you can provide them a home… protect them… give them purpose…"
Her voice softened—just slightly.
"…then I have no choice but to choose you."
She crossed her arms, regaining her usual composure.
"Work hard for the great Queen Elizabeth, servant!"
Yuuki smiled faintly.
"You're pretty amusing, you know that?"
"I am magnificent."
"I'll serve you—when I'm free," he added casually.
Elizabeth blinked.
"…What?"
"You heard me."
Her face flushed instantly.
"From this day forward, you are one of my loyal servants!" she declared, trying to recover her authority. "Queen Elizabeth shall reside under the protection of your faction!"
"If I'm free," Yuuki repeated, amused. "But yeah… you're easier to deal with than I expected."
"You—!"
She huffed, turning her face slightly away.
Then—
Quieter.
"…A queen does not abandon her people."
Yuuki's expression softened.
"Yeah," he said. "I can see that."
His tone grew more sincere.
"You stayed behind so they could escape… didn't you?"
Elizabeth froze.
"…The queen stands last," she said, voice lower now. "Until her subjects are safe."
No pride.
Just truth.
Yuuki nodded.
"Then don't worry."
His voice steadied again.
"I'll protect you."
A brief pause.
"And your people."
Her eyes flickered.
Then—
He added, almost casually—
"In exchange… be my flagship one day."
Silence.
Complete.
Elizabeth turned slowly.
"…You would ask that of a queen?"
Yuuki shrugged.
"Seems fair."
Her face reddened again—this time deeper.
"T-that is…!"
She looked away, clearly flustered.
"…You are exceedingly bold."
A beat.
Then, with forced composure—
"…Fine."
She lifted her chin.
"I have no choice but to grant such a request."
But the faint tremble in her voice betrayed her.
And just like that—
The Queen had chosen.
On her own terms.
"Wow… you really pulled it off," Hornet said with a grin. "Convincing those royals? Not bad, Handsome."
Yuuki let out a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Not boasting… but yeah," he admitted. "Looks like I've got four shipgirls ready to be revived."
His gaze softened slightly.
"Once I find a way… I'll bring all of you back."
A pause—
Then, all at once—
"Don't make your Queen wait too long!" Elizabeth declared, arms crossed but eyes fixed on him.
"An attendant should remain by his Master's side," Valiant added, smiling knowingly.
"A Royal Knight does not stray far from her liege," Warspite said, calm and resolute.
Yuuki blinked.
"…You all really know how to say things indirectly, huh?"
Hornet chuckled beside him.
"Translation?" she nudged him. "Come back soon."
"…Right."
A faint shimmer began to distort the space around him.
Time was running out.
"Oh—looks like that's my cue," Yuuki said. "I'll see you girls."
Before he could step back—
Hornet grabbed him lightly and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
"Thanks for coming to see me, Handsome."
"You—!"
Elizabeth's voice shot up instantly.
"How dare you kiss my servant?!"
Hornet stuck her tongue out.
"Bleh. He's my man, Queeny."
"He is my attendant!" Valiant shouted.
"My lord," Warspite added calmly.
"…You're all impossible."
Yuuki grinned.
And just like that—
Every single one of them froze.
A faint blush spread across their faces—each in her own way.
Even Elizabeth.
Even Warspite.
Even Valiant.
Hornet just smirked.
"See? Dangerous guy."
The light intensified.
The void began to pull him back.
Yuuki raised a hand in a small wave.
"Take care of yourselves."
And in the next moment—
He was gone.
Leaving behind four figures—
No longer waiting aimlessly.
But waiting—
For him.