Azur Lane: Silent Service
Chapter 29 - Psychological War Preparation

“We will wait for your arrival, Mr. Altair” said Belfast before leaving to continue his small duties as a Royal Navy Maid.

After a pretty exhausting day, my body almost collapsed against the two girls who grabbed my attention. It seems, the Honey Trap tactic used by the Royal Navy has been successfully executed. The exchange of information that took place on the sidelines of our relationship filled with sweat and the spirit of youth led me to the grand plans of the Royal Navy who had collaborated with the Iron Blood faction.

“Um! I'll come after all my business is done” reply me.

“Thank you for your participation, Mr. Altair.. Uhm.. Hasn't our current relationship turned into Master and Servant?”

“That's too fast, wait until you master the technique that Sofia.” has

“A-I'll try to learn it.”

There's no particular reason for that. The Honey Trap technique used by Belfast is quite interesting to me, especially with the famous elegant and loyal Maid Royal Navy manners. The actions of Belfast, which took advantage of our closeness, influenced the design of the Royal Navy's submarines.

Yep, in addition to enjoying the warmth of the body Belfast. I made a special agreement with the Royal Navy faction. It's a mutually beneficial relationship, the Royal Navy gets submarine technology whereas I have a place called home. With this in mind, a retirement plan involving tragedy is ready to begin.

For that, I need to secretly build Sofia's submarine as an emergency exit.

“Not that I don't enjoy it. You've done enough to serve me, Belfast. It's so nice to see you study and practice being the perfect Maid. I would be very happy if I became a Master served by a perfect Maid like you”, I said as I stroked Belfast's long hair.

Belfast was startled after hearing my remark, a red hue slowly spread on his cheeks and a gentle smile etched on his face.

“T-Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Altair” said Belfast as he bowed to me.

“See you again, Belfast.”

I stopped my arms and closed the door. The sound of footsteps moving away became a marker of the disappearance of my little guest.

“Masters.. After the agreement with the Royal Navy faction was agreed. That means preparations to disappear from the Eagle Union faction have already begun?” sofia asked while wearing her military uniform.

“Uhuh.. We just carry out the plan that has been perfectly arranged it” reply me.

“More.. Our little guest brought us a special offer before meeting Queen Elizabeth”

I said as I waved the small box in my hand.

“Master, you're really sneaky. Stealing a voice recorder full of eager activities and pretending to be captivated by Maid's service for the sake of stealing the tool in her uniform” Sofia said with a sly smile on her face.

“Come, Sofia. The world is not so beautiful to be caught up in the same tactics. This tactic is often used by Royal Navy Maid units. Threaten to use a voice recorder containing night activities to follow their playing patterns. You think such amateurish tactics are unreadable to me?”

“Master has been eyeing the recording device since the beginning, right? Maid service is just a complementary bonus to the main destination.”

“Yap, like that” my short reply.

“Master, a Royal Navy act like this has triggered another faction to approach you. Sales of Mark-50 torpedoes and smokescreen technology have managed to interest them in making little contact with you. Like this one.”

Right after Sofia said that, a small knock was heard on the door of my room.

“Aaahh.. Again?” I said in a soft tone.

Not caring about the intrusive knock on the door, I continued my sweaty activities with Sofia. Sofia's overly honest shout was able to disperse the other factions that tried to forcefully enter my private room and we did so until nightfall.

Once things were quite peaceful, I made a small modification to the voice recorder embedded in the Belfast Maid uniform.

Something special has been embedded in that voice recorder.

Well.. That's not too fancy. Only a small explosive device destroys the evidence and a secret transmitter broadcasts Belfast's entire activities live. The rest simply returned the tool to its place and waited for the prey to get entangled in the sweet trap.

Long story short, we are getting ready to attend dinner with Queen Elizabeth or better known as Queen Elizabeth.

“Queen Elizabeth-class, eh? I was very curious about his personality. As the ship that bears the name of the leader of the United Kingdom, each speech is able to move the entire Royal Navy fleet. Based on the condition of Belfast's body that is still sealed, there is a possibility that the movement of the Royal Navy follows the orders of Queen Elizabeth compared to their Admiral. Sofia, remind me if you make any physical or verbal threats that offend this troublesome Queen.”

“Masters.. Isn't this just a regular dinner?” ask Sofia.

“Sofia, no history of regular dinner invitations clad in Honey Trap. Their game has begun and we are just outsiders trying to escape their game.”

*soook..

*soook..

“Master Altair's.. Belfast has come to pick you up.” Belfast sounds from behind my private door.

I opened the door to my private room to welcome Belfast.

*Kraaac..

“Goodnight, Belfast. Isn't this too soon for dinner?” my many.

“Goodnight, Mr. Altair. Queen Elizabeth gave orders to me to serve you before dinner begins and.” Belfast noticed the messy condition of my chest and smiled slightly.

“Mr Altair, sorry if this looks presumptuous but the appearance of a man reflects their actions. As a Maid who studies noble etiquette, may I tidy your clothes, Mr Altair?”

“You know.. Your actions like this make me want to have you as my personal Maid” I said as I stroked her hair and touched her soft cheeks.

“T-Master Altair.. Uhm.. I-I can serve you back tonight. For now, please focus on your outward appearance before facing Queen Elizabeth” Belfast said while enduring the embarrassment etched on her face.

“Eh? How could I possibly endure temptation like this.”

Without making her feel suspicious, I pulled on Belfast's body and gently kissed her lips. That short movement I did to restore the voice recording device in his body.

Yep, returning the thing I stole is not a criminal act, is it?

“M-Masters.. When's my turn?” right behind me, a lifeboat had docked to distract Belfast from my excessive actions. Sofia looks like a Maid who is jealous of her Master's treatment.

I slowly took off a soft kiss on Belfast's lips and turned to Sofia's lips.

“Good work, Sofia” my little whisper.

“Fufu.. Don't forget the gift” joked Sofia.

Sofia perfectly shut down my almost suspicious actions.

“Ekhem, Mr Altair! I think it's time to get ready” said Belfast who sounded firm.

I took off a gentle kiss on Sofia's lips and looked into Belfast's lonely eyes.

“Take it easy, Belfast. I don't forget my cute Maid.”

“I-Imut??” in response to my words, Belfast blushed in shame like a girl who had just fallen in love.

“T-Please don't joke, Mr. Altair. Queen Elizabeth's schedule has been very busy lately. Leaving an empty schedule for dinner and meeting Queen Elizabeth in person is rare luck” continued Belfast's remarks to endure her shy blush expression.

“Ah, forgive me, Belfast. I almost pulled you up on the bed to serve me a second time.”

“I-That we can do after dinner” reply Belfast with a red hue that rises covering his face.

“T-Master Altair.. Excuse me a minute.” Belfast approached my body and held onto my messy das.

Belfast's gentle hand movements quickly fixed my messy dasic position into a perfect bond.

“Thank you, Belfast.”

“This is already my main task as Maid Royal Navy” reply Belfast with a gentle smile on his face.

Once this charade is complete, I will face an invisible psychological attack from the Royal Navy faction.

Now it's..

What kind of attack will they give?

Fufu.. I'm looking forward to it!

Because it's..

I'm very good at psychological attacks.

Not in vain it feels to survive in the attack “When to marry?” which is often thrown by my distant brother.

For some reason, my male gut feeling and instincts are fully active tonight.

This dinner will be a psychological war between me and the Royal Navy.