76 Tirpitz, and Another Maiden Goddess Bites the Dust (R-18)

Why?

Why her? Why does this being who can create powerful beings care about her? When she was a ship, she was a glorified sentry. Let alone for the majority of her life.

Yet, here she was in human form, given power beyond normal humans.

The only thing she can understand is that this man appreciates her power, thus giving her a second chance in life.

Something she will never forget.

With a few shaky steps, she was standing in front of him. Tirpitz, next second, dropped on one knee and proceeded to swear her allegiance.

"Bismarck-class Battleship Tirpitz, awaiting your orders, Admiral."

"No need for ceremonies with me, Tirpitz, stand up." Marcus took a step forward, kneeling and helped the beauty to stand up.

"But, Admiral, you brought me back; my service record is not the best." The ship girl was frustrated from the looks of it.

"Don't worry about that. This is your second chance, and I assure you that you are powerful." He patted her head, making the girl already blush a storm.

When Sirin saw this, her eyes twitched from jealousy. His actions make her experience a strange set of emotions.

"For now, dress up, and I will get a haircut for you~"

"...As you wish."

While the beauty is dressing up in a white military uniform, Athena's divinity is working at full power, scanning the new creation.

The Goddess can sense a massive presence behind this girl. Something akin to a bodyguard, behind this bodyguard, is an even greater bodyguard.

All of them are metallic monstrosities.

The Goddess of Wisdom knows the base principle that this Shipgirl has a ship attached to her. But what is the other presence?

Once she was fully dressed, Marcus placed a hat on her.

"Not bad, not bad at all."

"You created this form. I am sure that I am beautiful." Tirpitz said as she inspected her hand, clenching for a second, her power roared to life.

"...And powerful."

"...How powerful? —Master, I wish to spar with the new ship girl." Sirin asked as she couldn't stand this anymore! Her jealousy is at an all-time high.

"What do you say, Tirpitz?" Marcus asked the silver-haired beauty standing next to him.

"I follow your command. My power is your power."

The more she spoke like this, the more annoyed Sirin was. She has not met his carrier Enterprise, as she would be double jealous.

The Herrscher hasn't realised how grateful and loyal every ship girl will be. The resonance method gives them a 'human' outlook on certain things.

All of them are 'warriors', and he gives them a second chance for a warrior to do their battle. The long time underwater translates to abandonment.

And Marcus' resurrection means giving a second chance to a 'not worthy' sunken warrior. After all, they have failed in a fight.

"Then let's show Herrscher what a battleship can do."

"As you command, Admiral."

~~~

After giving a haircut to his latest shipgirl, Marcus took them to a testing room.

The massive white room, made from diamond tiles, greeted the pair.

Sirin noticed that Tirpitz didn't even look curious about the location she was in.

'Does she have memories of this place? I assume she has some sort of standard memories given to her.'

The white-haired girl narrowed her eyes briefly as she entered her Herrscher state. An energy wing appeared on her back, followed by several subspace lances.

"I wish to apologise beforehand," Tirpitz spoke softly. However, her cold voice sounded very detached.

"...Apologise?"

"I am a battleship. I am not created to fight one on one battles."

*METALLIC ROAR*

A machine-like roar of metal spread through the room as a wide and tall portal behind Tirpitz appeared. A black and red metal dragon started to emerge from this portal.

It had three heads. This thing was more of a hydra than a dragon.

This thing slowly moved out as it roared towards Sirin.

'What is this thing? Her weapon? Doesn't she have standard means to attack?'

As she questioned internally, massive barrels appeared from the same portal. These barrels are enormous.

'Wait…when he said 'Ship girl', did he mean literally?'. The Herrscher noticed a silhouette of an enormous battleship.

Those barrels are canons of the battleship.

"Sorry."

Next second, rows and rows of energy projectiles started to fly towards the Void Queen.

The Herrscher snapped her fingers, and an orange energy bubble manifested around her. It was significantly dropping the speed of the projectiles flying towards her.

With enough time to dodge, Sirin disappeared and appeared to the side the next second; she launched her lances towards the ship girl.

The response from Tirpitz was absurd. She answered with a barrage of missiles!

'What absurd firepower! She is utilising space in a similar way I do?'

The Herrscher wanted to question how, but it was a stupid thing to do. All of their powers were hand-designed by Marcus.

Of course, this girl can similarly utilise space.

Several missiles intercepted the lances while others flew towards Sirin, who disappeared and appeared in the air. Rows of portals appeared behind her as energy projectiles started to fly towards Tirpitz.

"...Using my attacks against me? Then I simply need to use more power."

As the ship girl said that, her eyes started to glow gold.

This time, the barrels altered and became wider. The next second, beams of black and red erupted from them.

It is shredding everything in its path.

The beams destroyed the reflected energy projectiles in seconds. Seeing this, the Herrscher swiftly dodged the attack with her void.

She tried to appear next to Tirpitz, but the monstrosity of metal used its tail to slap her aside.

"Ugh…"

Next second, a barrel appeared in front of Sirin, who was about to recover from the slap.

Tirpirz was pointing one of her cannons right at Herrscher's head.

"It appears my faith in my admiral is greater than yours."

"...Faith? You possess power greater than mine!" Sirin snapped back.

"...Power? What is power? From what I understand, you use the power given to you by your creator. But unlike me, you do not possess synthetic memories related to your powers.

My question is, have you ever tried to see the limits of your powers?"

The Herrscher's eyes widened for a second.

"You have your original memories. You use those memories as a basis to wield your powers. Without trusting and having faith in our creator, you never wanted to use your powers beyond what you understand what you are capable of."

"This is why I won. My faith is greater than yours. Even if your power is greater than mine, according to my data, your crowd control is better than mine.

As someone who uses artillery, your abilities could have easily diverted my attacks and overwhelmed me with a broader array of area-of-effect attacks." After saying that, she dismissed her weapons and metal hydra.

Sirin looked dumbfounded by what she heard from this ship girl.

There is one thing she recalled: it was the time she wiped thousands of Wraiths in the Underworld. At that time, she didn't question how she could wield such range.

But now it does make sense. She believed that her power was just like how it was when she was in the Honkai world. But it's different. She never enquired about the differences.

The Herrscher did her research, never asking Marcus who was the one who developed her power.

"Not fair. This is not fair. You have synthetic memories and know the limits of your power." The Void Queen had a sour look on her face.

Tirpitz stopped walking and turned around, looking at her.

"No one is telling you not to get those memories."

The reply only made her pout from frustration.

"You are just a girl scout, aren't you?" The Herrscher crossed her arms and proceeded to follow after the Shipgirl.

"Girl scout? The term is wrong. I am a warship given form. My core existence is to be the best ship possible for my Admiral. Your existence is to serve as the Void which exists for our Creator.

Every single use of your void gives data to research and improve our understanding of space.

All our creator's creations have a purpose in this faction." Tirpitz explained simply. Not that she was able to do it. Her explanation had a tint of coldness in it.

~~~

"Impressive firepower. To think that she can use that ship like that." Athena commented with an impressed tone.

"I had to do something. Those warships are massive, so I needed to find a way to allow them to use their ships in small spaces and minor battles. That is where space manipulation came into play.

It's where I created the Neo-Heaven system and added the Golden Armoury."

"Why Golden?"

"A call back to my Ancestor. Solomon's symbol was gold, you know."

"I see. Well, either way, she is a powerful addition to Technocracy."

'Those cannons will shred opposition to smithereens. And it's only one battleship; we recovered more.' Athena pondered on the final lineup of these girls.

All she can say is that not many Pantheons could potentially have this kind of firepower.

"Of course she is. There were only two Bismarck-class battleships in the world. And I have both."

Seconds later, the pair exited the testing room. Tirpitz looked at her Admiral, waiting for commands. In contrast, Sirin had a perplexed look. She has things on her mind.

"Wonderfully done, now let's go. I need to see my parents, and Ares is waiting."

"Understood."

"..."

The group returned to the lift, which took them to the residential area. Then, they took the anti-gravity train to Marcus' garage.

Once there, they walked through the platform to the corridor, took a couple of stairs, and exited into a small area between a wall and a wooden fence!?

"...What is this place!?" Sirin asked with confusion. She is feeling slightly claustrophobic!

After taking a few steps, they walked into a yard which looked like a very mundane residential area.

'...This…' She looked around, taking a few steps towards the street. The girl looked around, seeing ordinary and mundane houses in all directions.

She then looked at the garage, a very classic and mundane garage.

Some sweat dropped from her forehead. This is so– strange!

"So strange."

"Yes, well, it doesn't need to be different." With an eye roll, he walked towards the house's doors.

The Herrscher slowly nodded as she followed him. But then her step stopped for a second. She realised that she was about to talk to his parents!

Her breathing got erratic for a second! How will she deal with this situation!?

Still, though, it would look awkward just to stand outside, so she followed and entered his house.

The first thing she heard was laughter.

A boastful laughter.

"Sorry, I am late. Got to deal with some stuff." Marcus said with a sigh as he put on his slippers and entered the living room.

In the living room, Ares and Marcus' father, Roland, were drinking beer and watching some basketball on the television.

"Mark! You are finally back! The news outlet is going wild! They said you nuked North Korea! Is it true?"

"...sorta? I mean, technically, it's orbital bombardment, not nuking."

"..."

"...Nice, do you sell Orbital stations?" Ares asked him with a curious look.

"Not at the moment. I still need to build up infrastructure."

"...I see; since you are here, we start preparing for the trip to the Underworld?"

"Yep. Tomorrow morning, I need to retrofit my flagship."

"Cool. That means we can chill this evening!"

The God of War smirked for a second. He already had everything ready for a while. He collected his gear and gathered his boys. All that was left was to enter the battlefield.

"Mark and the bombardment?"

The inventor slightly shrugged at him.

"What do you expect me to accept harassment? I warned a couple of times. If a warning falls flat on their ears, it's not my fault."

"True." Ares nodded.

"There is a reason why I blessed you, brother."

Roland could only sigh; it's not like he can stop or ground him.

"...So, let me guess? Your new creations?" He looked at the new girls standing behind him.

"Yep! This girl is Bismarck-class Battleship Tirpitz, and the other is Sirin, a powerful void user. I am testing with space manipulation, so create someone who can use it." Marcus quite proudly motioned towards his two new girls.

Tirpitz slightly nodded at her Admiral's father while Sirin looked like a scared cat. Her scariness comes from her self-consciousness about her 'deeds' in the other world. Normally, Honkai would muffle any sort of feeling towards that, but this was not the Honkai world. No one was suppressing anything.

"Tirpitz? Isn't that a German battleship?"

"Yes. I was stationed in Norway for most of the war." The ship girl explained.

"...Oh, right, I was watching a documentary about that." Roland nodded as he recalled that.

"Anyway, Mark, be ready for your mother's wrath; I had to listen to her complaining for several hours last time. But now it has piled up since your latest escapade."

"I see." The inventor grimaced as he decided to take a seat as well.

For now, he will watch some basketball and forget about the nagging he will get later.

Seeing him doing this made his fiance walk over and take her seat. Athena decided to make sure Ares didn't do something stupid while drunk.

She doesn't want him to embarrass her in front of her future in-laws.

Seeing that two of his creations were just standing there, Marcus motioned to come over.

Tirpitz did just that while Sirin was struggling. However, eventually, the inventor gave her a 'look', which made her sigh and come over.

"So how did this happen?"

"...what? You mean people finding me out?" Marcus replied.

"Yes. Though I saw it coming, I never thought it would escalate like this." Roland sighed while taking a sip of the beer.

"My Scavenger was too big; people spotted the submarine in the British Channel." The inventor replied with a small sigh. He pulled his new ship girl for a hug. That made the icy Queen start slowly blushing. This action from Marcus affected Sirin, who moved closer to him.

"Figures. Submarines shouldn't be too big. I thought you watched enough documentaries to know that." Roland pointed out the obvious.

"Hey! I did my research! I checked the average depth of the world. It's around 3 kilometres! I based my vessel according to that."

"That statistic is primarily thanks to the Pacific. And the Pacific is big."

"True. Well, I should stop making final designs in school." Marcus sighed in defeat. Well, he might make it too big.

"At least you learned from that."

"Of course I do! The successor should be better. Or turn it into a massive mothership submarine with many smaller ones able to dock and visit places with less depth." The younger Goldman swiftly changed his tune as he started contemplating.

"That sounds cool, like moving underwater city." Ares agreed; he was listening in lazily.

"I know. Stuff like that will be necessary when I will be exploring space. Specifically, Europa, I want to see what is in the water over there."

Marcus explained some of his goals.

"Hmm, you can ask Uncle Poseidon. He can give you some tips regarding water and travel through water."

"I guess he can give some tips about building an underwater city, too." The inventor recalled that Poseidon was supposed to be the ruler of Atlantis.

"Yep. He has Atlantis with all those strange water creatures. Honestly, I don't go there much. It's too wet and smells like fish." The God of War casually brushed aside Atlantis.

The pair's conversation was quite strange for Roland, but then again. The father of the Inventor realised that his son's only male friend was the literal God of War.

He has no comment on that.

~~~~~~Later, Same Evening~~~~~~

"Mister! You have a lot of explaining to do!" Marcus' mother, Rose, pointed her finger sharply at her son.

"You have mother issues too?" Ares whispered to his brother.

"I guess I do." The Inventor wasn't sure.

"Don't worry, I am in the same boat as you." The God of War patted Marcus' shoulder.

"Don't encourage him!" The woman started a rant, which made Solomon's successor have a twitchy smile.

Honestly, the one who is the most amused is Sirin, who is just watching this with a lot of amusement!

"You caused over 350 billion dollars of damages to the US! And then, on top of that, you blew up North Korea! What do you have to say to yourself?"

"...Dollars are overrated." Marcus shrugged.

"And blowing up a WHOLE country?"

"They were picking a fight?" He replied with a 'sort of' answer.

His answer made her narrow her eyes at him. She then looked at her husband. Who instantly straightened himself out.

'Damn, these two are literally like my mother and my dad.' Ares was honestly slightly terrified by how similar these two were!

And he is not commenting on their younger days but the last 2 thousand years. This situation is just like that!

"You have to help me here! We should ground Marcus!"

"...Ground!? But we are going to war tomorrow!" The one who complained was Ares, of all people!

"Yes. Marcus still has to free the Underworld from Evil Gods." Roland chipped in.

"Fine. Save the Underworld; then you will be grounded."

"...Can she even do that?" Sirin asked herself. She wants to see that! The great and mighty King of Magic successor, slayer of Primordials, one of greatest creators in Earth History, the new boogeyman of Supernatural World is to be grounded by his mundane mother.

"Fine. I accept. Out of sheer principle and respect towards my mother."

"...Damn. Honestly, I should do that too from time to time." Ares nodded to himself a couple of times with crossed arms.

"...You? The incarnation of reckless warfare, would accept being grounded by Hera?" Athena casually commented from the side while drinking tea and reading a book a few minutes ago.

"Hey! I can do that!"

"Right. It's like asking Spartans to use something else apart from a spear as the main weapon."

Ares looked at her with an annoyed look.

"Ahem!" Rose coughed into her hand to return to things at hand.

"And no tinkering in the garage for a month."

"!!!"

"...No problem." Marcus agreed casually. He is beyond his garage at this point. He doesn't need to get into his garage to do stuff.

"...Honey, you do know that this won't work in any sort of way. This whole nation is his garage." Roland sighed while saying that.

"Yes. I know, but at least he will do things at home instead of underground like some mole."

"...A Mole? Now that's a first." Now, that's the first time he was compared to a mole.

"Yes! Now we will have a proper dinner, no more excuses!"

'Well, I guess this is as far as we can go to actually punish Marcus for killing millions of people in the span of a few days.' Roland didn't know how to feel about this. Not that they can have the power to do anything to him. Even the whole 'grounding' is just him accepting out of his sheer respect for his mother.

Not that Marcus minds this. He has a bunch of things to do. And it doesn't matter where he does it. Underground or in his room, his Holograms work everywhere in his country.

One could say he was making preparations to get grounded.

After the initial conversation, which surprised Sirin, she never expected Marcus to cave in so easily! One could say that she is— Impressed! Such a tyrant is listening to someone else.

It makes her look at him with a strange look. It's like she is meeting him for the first time!

Regardless, the attention swiftly went from Marcus to the two new girls.

"Son—"

"The girl with silvery white hair is Tirpitz—"

"A ship girl? Like Enterprise?" Rose instantly understood who it was. The name was strange, after all.

"Where is she?" She asked curiously.

"Front lines? A warship is at her element in a war zone."

"Hmm. You know I find it morally wrong to make ship girls."

"...Right. It's morally wrong to eat other animals, too. I know, but we are not here to discuss that." His eyes rolled at the whole 'moral' stuff.

"Right, and the other is very fiddly and cute looking?" Rose smiled at Sirin, who was fiddling with her clothes.

"Sirin, at this moment, she is one of my most ambitious projects."

"... Ambitious?"

His parents looked very interested in this one. When Marcus says 'ambitious', they don't know how to scale that! It sounds huge!

"In most simple terms, she is an— alien from an alternative reality."

"!!!"

Roland's reaction was priceless; as someone born in the '60s, he was early on exposed to UFO hype!

"...Really? Alien?" Sirin huffed at him!

"Well, tell me another term to sum it all up?" He asked her.

For a second, she pondered before shrugging in defeat.

"I suppose you are right."

"Wait, wait! Are you serious!? She is from a different—reality!?"

"Yes. On my Earth, humanity is fighting against energy called Honkai; there are no Supernatural forces but this Honkai in its place."

"...Fighting, why?"

"To survive. I don't know much about it myself. But the more advanced the civilization, the more powerful Honkai is."

"I see… then how did you end up here?" Marcus' parents got quite curious about this. The God of War became interested as well. He is wondering about this Honkai, too. Could he wage some sort of war on this energy, too?

However, a few minutes later, Marcus' mother was already hugging Sirin like she was her baby girl.

That only made the Herrscher experience embarrassment as well.

Now, the Void Queen doesn't want to explain what she is, and seeing how Marcus is not bragging about her true purpose only makes Sirin confident that he is not planning to tell what Herrscher is.

It helps that Athena is not explaining, either.

"You poor, poor thing! Don't worry. Marcus will make sure nothing happens to you again like this!" Rose was hugging the white-haired girl while looking at her son. Making sure he heard her.

"Yes, Mom, I know." The Inventor nodded and then looked at his father.

"By the way, where is Lilian? Haven't seen her yet."

"Oh? She is visiting your Aunt and cousin in the Capital. You do realise your extended family is petrified to learn that you are the leader of the super advanced faction?" His father reminded him of that.

"...Yeah, I guess. With how many things I have going on, I forget about the details."

"...See! You should spend less time underground!" Rose pointed out while still hugging the Herrscher.

"That's because I was In Underworld."

"Doesn't change the fundamentals!"

*Sigh*

"Whatever, let's get the food on the way and then retire for the day."

"Alright."

~~~

"Does your place even have enough beds for the amount of guests you have?" Athena asked him as she was exploring his room.

It was so plain and empty that she didn't even know what to say. She might not be the Goddess of Luxury, but her future husband's place should have at least something.

"Expanded some of it. There is more space now, and the entire upper floor was recently furnished; building things is kind of a speciality of my faction." He commented on that. With how big his harem is, he kind of needs more space.

"Yes, I noticed that." She sarcastically commented on his faction's ability to build.

"And the whole grounded ordeal. Are you going to accept it?" She asked with a curious tone.

She did notice his response to America and North Korea and how he spoke to the UN. And then how he responded to his mother.

Those were two different things. Maybe there is a chance to reason with him on some things after all!

"I do. Why not?"

"From what I saw, how you acted around the UN and Americans, I thought you wouldn't accept different opinions."

Her reasoning made him raise an eyebrow.

"I did accept their opinions. However, it's a different thing to take them seriously. None of them have worth like my family." He shrugged at her.

"All of them are strangers to me and honestly don't care if they live. But since my mother thinks they have some value, I will respect that and accept this punishment."

"I see."

'So there is a chance. This is fine with me.'

"What a curious look you have, my beautiful Goddess."

With a hand motion, his psionic powers surrounded her and pulled her into his lap.

Athena looked at her current circumstances before answering.

"I am pondering that I will have some chances to have my opinions acknowledged in future." She replied as she got comfortable on his lap.

"You sound like I don't care about my darling future wife's opinions." For a second, he pretended that he was pouting at her.

"I do think you do to some extent. But what I saw with your mother is that you value hers even more. Considering that she has no supernatural power to speak off."

"...You think I care about power ratings? If I did initially, I wouldn't have challenged Artemis' hunt. One of the first things I learned from Solomon's book is that raw power is the least of the worries. It's like a formula which needs to be solved.

That's how his magic negation works at the base." As he said that, his hands started to move.

Athena noticed that swiftly, the atmosphere was getting too beaten for her tastes!

"...I-I see— so what does your future wife need to do to get that respect?" The Goddess tried to ignore his hands, which ended up on her breasts.

"Well, first, you must have your future husband's best intentions in mind. I accept my 'punishment' because I know my mother has the best intentions in mind for me." As he said that, his hands went down and sneaked under the shirt and went directly for skin contact.

Athena slightly looked down; she saw what his hands were doing.

Her breathing slowly started to get heated. She knows there are not many ways to escape from this.

"...I—See, it makes sense. I think." As she said that, her glasses slowly flew away and landed on the table. The Goddess watched, but she didn't do anything about it.

Instead, she helped him to remove her top and then her bra.

"...I do hope that your room's walls are noise cancelling. I don't want everyone to hear what we will do~" Athena pointed out as she slowly turned around and faced him.

"Don't worry, this house was retrofitted. It can survive an atomic blast, at least. My Assistant is very perfectionist when it comes to those small details~"

"Good to hear, but for now, you must focus on me~," Athena said with slowly growing lust. Her hands started to wander through his body. Her divinity brushed through his clothes, which dissolved into nothing. Before long, her fingers brushed through his naked chest.

After enjoying a short play, she leaned forward and started to kiss him on the lips.

That's where things rapidly started to escalate. A simple kiss turned into a make-out session where the remaining clothes were removed or, more like, disintegrated by the energies both produce.

A few minutes later, the Goddess pulled back and looked at him with glassy eyes. She could feel something hard and scalding hot rubbing around her special place.

"Someone is eager, well, suppose we should progress to the next stage of the 'battle'." The beauty whispered at him with a hot tone.

"Precisely, the opening skirmishes are over." As he said that, his hands sneaked to her firm ass cheeks, squeezing them and then, for a few seconds, he smacked her down on his pole.

"Aghhnn~"

The Maiden Goddess grimaced for a second as she felt her maidenhood had been taken. The beauty moved her hips forward and back for a bit as her legs coiled around his waist, pushing herself more into him.

"Hehehe, now you can't escape from me~" She teased him with a lustful voice.

"I wonder who is trying to escape from who?" As he said that, he squeezed her rear again before moving her on his lap.

The Goddess tried to show a strong front, but slowly, her expression started to warp.

The pain slowly started to subside, and pleasure began to replace it.

Before long, pained grunts disappeared, and the beauty moaned. Athena moaned according to the thrusts from her future husband.

"Hhmnnn~~~"

"Mhnnn~~"

"Nhnnn~~"

As the coupling started to pick up speed, the goddess wrapped her arms around Marcus' neck, and she pushed her breasts into his chest.

With one more powerful stroke, the first load of the evening rushed into the womb of the Goddess of Warfare.

"Haahh—Haahh—Hnnhh~~ it appears the opening battle was a draw," Athena commented with a slightly tired voice.

"It's a good thing it's only the beginning of the war~" As he said, he stood up and turned around and laid the Goddess on the bed.

"Yes, well, we can adjust for the second exchange~" The beauty commented as she looked hungrily at him as he got closer; her legs once again tried to coil, but Marcus smiled and grabbed them and placed those exquisite legs on his shoulders.

The beauty realised that something fishy would happen!

"Don't worry~ this time, it won't be a draw~" As replied, his rock-hard rod slipped right back into that wet snack.

With a hard poke, he started to hammer into her inside.

"Hhaaann~~~!?"

Athena didn't expect the force behind that!

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