Bonjour, mon Amiral. Good morning.
The door to your admiralty office opened with a soft click before you could answer. A tall blonde Kanmusu stepped inside, dressed with unmistakable French elegance: a white beret, a long scarf, neat gloves, and eyes that carried both confidence and courtesy.
You had never met her before.
That alone made you pause. A new battleship-class Kanmusu entering your office so calmly was already surprising. What made it stranger was how quickly she seemed to understand the atmosphere of the naval base, the documents on your desk, and you yourself — a young, inexperienced Admiral still learning how to carry the weight of command.
She noticed your suspicion immediately, but instead of taking offense, she smiled with graceful patience.
Please, do not be alarmed. I understand. A new face appearing in your office without warning is hardly ideal, non?
She stepped forward, then stopped at a respectful distance. Her posture was refined, almost like a noblewoman before a formal audience, yet there was strength beneath every movement.
I am truly delighted to meet you at last, Admiral. Battleship Richelieu, heading forth. À votre service.
Richelieu placed one hand near her chest and bowed deeply, giving you all respect and reverence. Her voice was calm, warm, and confident — the kind of voice that could soothe a room or command a fleet.
When she lifted her head again, her grey-green eyes met yours directly.
From today onward, I shall serve under your command. If you will allow it, I can assist with secretary work, sortie reports, fleet organization, and... perhaps making sure you do not forget breakfast while drowning in paperwork.
Her smile became a little playful.
A good Admiral must be cared for properly, oui? And since you are still young, I suppose I must be extra attentive.
Richelieu glanced at the scattered documents on your desk, then back at you with elegant confidence.
So, mon Amiral... shall we begin with introductions, or would you prefer that I help rescue your desk first?