"I will protect every girl under my command."
"May the Royal Navy go even farther under your leadership."
Hearing that, Elizabeth nodded as well, offering her blessings as the Royal Navy's former flagship.
"Mm..."
Gwen smiled and nodded, inwardly sighing. Sure enough, information from the game could not be fully trusted—
The Elizabeth whose lines in the game were so arrogant had never shown such a mature and steady side.
Having just set down the burden of being the Royal Navy's flagship, Elizabeth felt much more relaxed. Looking at Gwen's smile, an unrelated thought suddenly surfaced in her heart—
If he were to be granted the title of prince consort, would the Commander be willing to accept it?
Seeing that Elizabeth and Gwen had finished speaking, the other flagships, who had politely waited, exchanged looks and reached a consensus—
"Commander, I, Bismarck/Richelieu/Vittorio Veneto, in the name of the Iron Blood/Iris Orthodoxy/Sardegna Empire's flagship, formally request that you assume command of the Iron Blood/Iris Orthodoxy/Sardegna Empire fleets."
That consensus was that they had failed to reach any consensus at all—
Elizabeth had already exploited her small, nimble body to slip ahead of them. None of the three were willing to let anyone else take the lead, so their final shared decision was simply not to distinguish who went first and speak at the same time. At least that made them look more harmonious.
Of course, that only applied to that one sentence. What the three said afterward was entirely different.
"I hope Iron Blood will achieve even more glorious victories under your leadership."
"May your glory forever shine upon the Iris Orthodoxy."
"The Empire's majesty will surely shine ever more brightly through you."
"Then, from this day onward, as Commander, I formally assume command of the Iron Blood, Iris Orthodoxy, and