Gwen said:
"However, for the safety of your office, I think it would be best if we could talk at a shipyard...
Hmm, one capable of building massive ships with a displacement of over thirty thousand tons. Preferably a naval port. Some matters need to be kept confidential."
"...
No problem. I've sent the address to Miss Prometheus."
Although he had no idea what Gwen was up to, Otto fulfilled Gwen's request immediately.
The Nonexistent Commander
Without alerting anyone, Gwen smoothly entered the shipyard, which had urgently evacuated all personnel after receiving orders from above—
Well, Gwen lacked sufficient professional knowledge and had contradicted himself by referring to both a shipyard and a naval port, but after roughly understanding what Gwen meant, Otto gave him the location of a shipyard—
France's Brest Shipyard.
If Gwen's knowledge of ships had not been limited to the schemes of a certain yellow chicken, he would have known that this was where the famous Le Malin had been launched, as well as the place where the only non-American nuclear-powered aircraft carrier from his previous life, Charles de Gaulle, had been built.
"This is France's Brest Shipyard. It should be able to bear the weight of your true hull."
Though he was practically a complete novice when it came to shipbuilding and did not recognize many of the signs around the yard, Gwen still made his way to the slipway under Prometheus's guidance.
"Mm, if this is the Brest Shipyard I know, then there definitely won't be a problem."
Yorktown nodded. She had once visited a shipyard with the same name during the Azur Lane era, and now she examined this unfamiliar shipyard with anticipation in her beautiful eyes.
She still did not know what kind of influence Gwen and the Bishop Otto he spoke