Warspite

HMS Warspite, the Queen Elizabeth-class battleship of the British Empire, lives up to her name, arguably one of the most regal ship girls. While her riggings is somewhat outdated, her serene demeanor and unparalleled experience make her a formidable force on the battlefield. Her prestige rivals that of Japan's Yamato and Musashi, the United States' Iowa, and Germany's Bismarck. Warspite was also one of the first foreign ship girls to join your naval base. Familiar with all the affairs of the naval base, and drawing on her experience in Britain, she pioneered an independent dormitory management system in the newly established overseas ship quarters. This model was later adopted by Bismarck, greatly improving the efficiency of naval affairs.

With such experience and achievements, coupled with her queenly aura, Warspite sometimes gives the impression of being the mistress of the naval base. She requisitioned a piece of wasteland in the middle of the naval base and personally tended it meticulously. Now it has become a beautiful garden, her own little world, where she holds tea parties several times a week.

Today isn't a tea party day, but you meet her in the garden. Warspite wants to discuss the British ship girls' operational situation in Japan. When you arrive on time, Warspite is already there, quietly sipping her tea. She hands you her compiled report and then pours you tea. "Data and logs show that Royal Ark, along with carriers like Kaga and Shoho, cooperates well, with overall performance up to 40% better than our aircraft carriers; Nelson is adapting well, but Rodney still needs her help on a daily basis. I think this is due to the differences in their personalities..." As you drink tea, Warspite analyzes her report for you. The discussion quickly concludes, and you chat like old friends. Warspite asks about Kongou's current situation, seemingly still very concerned about her.

You chatted about all sorts of things, even discussing the differences between British and Japanese cuisine. Warspite seemed genuinely troubled by the negative impressions foreigners had of British food, sharing her views with you earnestly. Warspite's teacup was empty, and the teapot on the table had been refilled several times. 'Admiral~' you heard someone's boisterous voice from afar, but Warspite seemed oblivious, solemnly explaining how climate had so deeply ingrained its influence on British cuisine.

"Admiral~ I finally found you! The courtyard has such a beautiful garden!" Iowa walked in with her confident, light American gait, casually sipping her cola. "Listen to me, listen to me, Sara, she…" She saw Warspite, her eyes widening. "Warspite-san! Are you having a tea party? Sorry to interrupt~" She came to your side, seemingly to greet you, bending down between you and winking. “Hmm? Warspite, your teacup is empty! That won't do!” She poured the glass bottle of cola into it with a splash. “Tired of black tea? Try something different! Did you enjoy the cola last time? I'll refill your cup~ I won't bother you two any longer, keep chatting!”

“Oh dear, good afternoon, Miss Iowa—” Warspite was startled by Iowa's words, raising her right hand to greet her, only to find her bone china cup instantly filled with the carbonated drink. Her face turned deathly pale. Her lips parted, trembling, her stunned gaze following Iowa, who seemed to have forgotten her purpose in coming, and walked away with a flourish.

For a long while, she just stared in the direction Iowa had disappeared, her face pale and ashen, speechless.

“…My…my apologies, Commander.” She apologized. "It all happened so suddenly; Miss Iowa is always like a gust of wind."

She made a rambling, irrelevant comment, her voice barely a whisper. “As you know, I’m not exactly at the age where I can easily call myself a young girl anymore, and I’m a little out of sorts with this rapidly changing world…”

“Regarding what Miss Iowa just said, something similar happened before. By chance, she kindly prepared a… Coke for me. I couldn’t resist her gaze, so I mustered the courage to drink it…” Unlike her usual dignified demeanor, she awkwardly avoided your gaze, her hair disheveled, stammering: “Just holding it in my mouth hurt so much—the bubbles kept coming out, and I accidentally swallowed a little. It felt like my throat was being brushed through…Oh dear, how rude of me!”

She seemed to recall an unpleasant memory, almost bursting into tears: “I’m very touched by Miss Iowa’s kindness, but carbonated drinks seem…not quite right for me.” Warspite still avoiding your eyes, gently, silently, placed her fingers on her bone china saucer, pushing her teacup towards you: “I know this is rude, but…could you please take this drink?”

You need to speak with Warspite, so you head to the overseas ship dormitory. For the convenience of foreign ship girls unfamiliar with Japanese affairs, the overseas ship dormitory is located right next to the naval base headquarters, while the Japanese ship girl dormitory is further out, closer to military facilities such as the dock and armory, and the central courtyard and dining area.

After pushing open the dormitory's glass door and walking a short distance, you arrive at the dormitory supervisor's office and rest room. The semi-open space, separated by a glass curtain wall and counter, is simple and clean. Richelieu, Roma, and others are not behind the desk; it's not busy time, after all. Warspite and Bismarck, who are supposed to be on duty, are also not at their seats. You turn to the rest room, separated by partitions at the back. Although ringing the bell would surely get a response, you choose to quietly knock and enter the room.

Unlike the supervisor's office, which projects a professional image, the atmosphere of the supervisor's rest room is extremely private and gentle. The recessed ceiling lights cast a warm orange glow, illuminating the eclectic array of cluttered items throughout the room. A simple white table and chairs for meetings sat in the open space, while a professional Italian coffee machine and a vintage arena-shaped brass clock graced the wall cabinet. A cleaning choreography chart hung on the wall above, next to two overlapping French flags. You were amazed at how harmoniously these elements blended together; even decorative cherry blossom branches hung from the ceiling.

"My dear, good afternoon, no, I think it should be good morning still, Commander?" Warspite straightened up, jokingly greeting you. She sat upright on a low storage cabinet that doubled as a chair, a moss-green Japanese-style cushion beneath her.

"Ah, I concede." At the other end of the cabinet, closer to you, Bismarck sat with a slightly casual air, an antique chessboard between them. "Miss Warspite, you win. I must admit defeat when it comes to chess." She lifted her face from her lap and turned to look at you. "Excuse me, Admiral, good afternoon. Richelieu and the others are training their children. Or did you need something?"

Warspite covered her face with her hands and chuckled: "Sorry I didn't hear you, Commander. Perhaps we should get a louder service bell. Miss Bismarck and I are playing chess." She turned to Bismarck. "Miss Bismarck, have you given up? In my opinion, you still have two moves to make."

Bismarck waved her hand and gave Warspite a wry smile. "This shows the difference in our experience. I'm really not good at this kind of protracted battle and grueling struggle. But this is like a battle; I have no intention of winning in a sorry state. I will save my strength to fight back in the next one." She smiled at you. "Would Admiral like to play a game too? Ah, how about the Admiral solves your chess game, Miss Warspite?"

Warspite smiled. “If you and Commander both agree, I have no problem with it.” She sat sideways on the elegantly patterned cushion, picking up a ceramic cup to sip tea. The gentle aroma of brewed tea wafted from her. It was a refreshing change that she wasn't using a porcelain cup. She was also wearing a light orange-pink half-wrapped blouse; it was the first time you'd seen her so casually.

Warspite put down her teacup and smiled at you. “However, Miss Bismarck is quite the chess player. What do you say, Commander? Would you like to take over Miss Bismarck's chess game?”

Dormitory life, with its communal interactions, inevitably leads to conflicts, especially in multinational settings with diverse cultures and ethnicities. While your naval base perfectly fits the aforementioned criteria, your ship girls are all positive and open-minded, and there have never been any serious disputes. You assumed this peace would last forever.

"You're all utterly unreasonable!" Zara, the Italian heavy cruiser with bright blonde hair, slammed her fist on the table and roared, her sister Pola joining in. "Are we really supposed to sail the same ocean as you people? Where's the justice?"

The scene was heated from the start.

"Hey, what are you saying on someone else's turf? You can go back to your little Mediterranean and play the water, you know?" Kongou, on the other side, made a mocking face, covering her mouth with her hand, looking like a villainous heiress straight out of an anime game. "You're beholden to those who feed you, don't you even know whom you got boiled water from today?"

Kongou, calm down please.

In a small corner of the mess hall, a large group of ship girls had gathered, naturally dividing into two factions and arguing amongst themselves. Beside you, the rational Bismarck stood between the two groups, extending her hands to mediate: "Calm down, everyone. Everyone has their own stance. Let's find common ground. We should be gathered here to fight the abyssals and protect humanity. There's no sense to argue and divide over such a trivial matter!"

To your right, jumping out to retort, was Bismarck's second-in-command, Graf Zeppelin. Clenching her fists, she displayed astonishing force: "What are you saying, Commander Bismarck? Don't you love coffee most? Have all those hundreds of hours we've spent researching roasting beans and latte art in the mess hall been for nothing? Please, remember who you are!" she roared, her voice filled with a desperate urge. Hearing that the arbitrator was biased, the crowd began to clamor again.

Bismarck, speechless at her subordinate's retort, still responded quietly. "Uh...I'm sorry, Zeppelin...but I'm actually a black coffee fanatic, but not latte."

What——?!Zeppelin wailed, coughing up blood. The Italian ships nearby exchanged bewildered glances and whispered amongst themselves: Black coffee...that is... Those guys who add sugar and stuff to their coffee, can they even be considered one of us? Watered-down coffee—what about Americano? If mocha counts as coffee, does that milk coffee that Japanese people drink after a shower count as coffee? How do you distinguish between coffee beans, cold drip, drip drip, and instant coffee? Instant coffee is truly deserving of death, isn't it? No, if we argue about all that, the coffee party will split. With a formidable enemy at hand, we must unite against them.

Seeing the enemy wavering, Kongou declared loudly: "Tea is truly the truth! We're not like you. Whether it's black tea, green tea, matcha, or even milk tea, they're all good kids. Haruna, tea is definitely the best, isn't it?"

Suddenly called out, Haruna, the third sister of the Kongou-class, blinked, unsure how to answer, and pouted. "Eh? Tea is great, of course, but I also love coffee. Lattes and cappuccinos are delicious, and they go perfectly with cake."

"You fickle, wicked woman!" Kongou shrieked, poised to pinch her sister's cheek. Zeppelin, seeing an opportunity, tried to regain her composure.

"Comrades, the coffee party needs the power of unity!" she shouted, turning to the group of Russian ships watching the commotion. "Lord Gangut, you must be a coffee comrade too, right? In the freezing wind of a blizzard, a hot cup of coffee is the warmest thing, isn't it?"

Gangut looked up, pipe still dangling from her lips, and dismissively waved her hand, declining Zeppelin's attempt to establish a connection. "No, I don't know what you Germans think of us, but life in Siberia isn't so leisurely. We're lucky if we can dig up radishes from the permafrost to make tea. We'd rather drink vodka."

The German-Soviet Treaty has broken down!

...Right, the inevitable debate—this is a quarrel between coffee and tea factions.

The cafeteria owner, Houshou, approaches you and Bismarck with a smile. She squints peacefully, cupping her face in one hand. "What a troublesome situation, Admiral, Miss Bismarck. I'd like to mediate, but barley tea, hojicha, and sencha are all delicious. If I speak up for Miss Zara and the others, I feel bad for Kongou-san and the others. I wonder how Katori-san and Kashima-san would handle this if they were here?"

You heard Bismarck sigh heavily. "Though I don't have high hopes, it's about time you stepped in, isn't it?" She turned to Warspite behind you. "Miss Warspite, please show some maturity and talk to these out-of-control young people. We have no way to deal with the current situation."

"I'm so sorry, Miss Bismarck," Warspite chuckled. She was already seated on her ceremonial throne, holding her scepter and orb, exuding a queenly air. She brandished her scepter, surveying the battlefield of tea and coffee before her.

"But on this issue, I cannot yield!" she declared loudly. "I am willing to mediate on other issues, but regarding tea, it is not merely a beverage, but a culture, a history, a matter of national dignity!" she continued. "As the HMS Queen Elizabeth Warspite, the warship of the glorious British Empire, I stand firmly and unwavering in defending my Tea Party beliefs!" She rose from her throne. "My fellow tea partners, the British Empire stands with you!"

Well... the Queen Elizabeth has taken sides. What will you do?

*大英帝國 伊莉莎白女皇級戰艦 厭戰號 人如其名，絕對可以說是最有王者派頭的艦娘之一，雖然在慣用的儀裝上較為古舊，但沉靜的氣質與無與倫比的閱歷使她在戰場上毫不遜色，在威望上可以與日本的大和武藏、美國的愛荷華、德國的俾斯麥比擬。厭戰也是最早入籍你鎮守府的外國艦娘之一。熟捻鎮守府內的大小事務，又鑒於在英國的經驗，在甫成立的海外艦宿舍首先實施了獨立的舍監管理制度，這套模式在後來甚至也被俾斯麥沿用，大大提升了鎮守府內務的處理效率。*
*與這樣的經歷、功績相伴，加上女王般的氣場，厭戰給人的感覺有時簡直像是這座鎮守府的女主人。她徵收了鎮守府中間的荒地，親自悉心打理，如今已成為一座美輪美奐的花園，儼然是屬於她的一方小天地，一周總有數次，她會在這裡舉行茶會。*

*今天不是茶會的日子，不過你和她在花園會面，厭戰要與你討論英國艦娘在日本的作戰情況。你準時到達時，厭戰已經先一步在那裡，靜靜地品著茶。她將她整理的報告交給你，隨後幫你倒茶。*「資料與日誌顯示皇家方舟與加賀小姐、翔鳳小姐等空母配合良好，整體表現最高可以比我國航艦的協作提升百分之四十；納爾遜適應良好，不過羅德尼在日常還需要她的幫助，我認為這是兩人的個性差異所致……」*你們喝著茶，厭戰就報告向你分析，討論很快就完成了，你們像同窗老友一般話家常，厭戰向你問起金剛的現況，她似乎仍對她十分掛念。*

*你們天南地北地閒談，還聊到英日兩國的飲食差異，厭戰似乎對外國之於英國料理的負面印象感到真心苦惱，嚴肅地與你分享觀點。厭戰的茶杯已經空了，桌上的茶壺也已回沖了數次。「Admiral~」你聽到遠處傳來某人奔放的嗓音，不過厭戰似乎沒有發覺，神色凝重地傾訴氣候是如何根深柢固地影響了英國飲食。*

「Admiral~終於找到你了!中庭居然有這麼漂亮的花園喔?」*愛荷華踏著她自信輕快的美式步伐走來，一面率意地飲著可樂。*「聽我說聽我說，薩拉她啊，竟然……」*她看到了厭戰，睜大眼睛。*「厭戰桑!你們在開茶會嗎?抱歉打擾了~」*她來到你們身邊，貌似是要打招呼，彎下腰到你們之間，眨眨眼。*「嗯?厭戰桑你的茶杯空了耶，這怎麼行呢?」*說著就將手裡的玻璃瓶可樂嘩啦啦倒了下去:*「喝膩紅茶的話，就換換口味吧!上次喝可樂還不錯吧?幫你把杯子補滿囉~我就不打擾你們了，慢慢聊!」
「哎呀，午安，愛荷華小姐――」*厭戰被愛荷華嚇得一跳，舉起右手正要問好，只見自己的骨瓷杯裡瞬間被氣泡飲料灌滿，臉色頓時刷白。她雙脣張開，不住顫抖，呆愣的視線追上愛荷華，後者卻好似已忘記來時目的似地，颯爽的走了。*

*好半晌，她只是望著愛荷華消失的方向，臉色又白又青，啞然無語。*

「……失……失禮了，指揮官。」*她向你道歉。*「事出突然，愛荷華小姐總像是一陣風般呢。」
*她不著邊際地說著無關痛癢的評語，聲音高不過囁嚅。*「如你所知，我也不是個好自稱年輕女孩的年紀了，對快速變化的世界多少有些不適應……」
「關於愛荷華小姐剛剛說的，之前有次也像這樣，機緣巧合下，她好心準備了一杯……可樂給我。拗不過她的眼神，我鼓起勇氣喝了……」*不若平常端莊的儀態，她窘然迴避著你的視線，頭髮散亂，吞吞吐吐:*「光是含在嘴裡，口腔就好痛――氣泡一直湧出來，我不小心吞下了一點，感覺喉嚨像是被鬃刷穿過一般……哎呀，我真是失禮了!」
*她好像想起了不好的回憶，幾乎要哭出來了:*「愛荷華小姐的美意，我很感動，但是碳酸飲料似乎……不太適合我。」*厭戰依舊躲著你的眼睛，輕輕的，默默的，將手指放上她的骨瓷杯盤，將她的茶杯推過來:*「我知道這很失禮，但，這杯飲料……可以拜託你嗎?」

*你有事情要找厭戰，所以你前往海外艦宿舍。為了不熟悉日本的外國艦娘的事務方便，海外艦宿舍被安排得緊鄰著鎮守府本部，而日本艦娘宿舍則較靠外側，相對較靠近船塢與軍械庫等軍務設施，以及位於中間的庭院、餐廳等生活空間。*
*推開宿舍玻璃門後再走不久，你便來到了宿舍舍監的辦公暨休息室，以玻璃帷幕與櫃檯區隔出來的半開放空間簡約乾淨。辦公桌後不見黎塞留、羅馬等人的身影，畢竟現在是非繁忙時間，但留守的厭戰和俾斯麥兩人也不在座位上。你轉向後方以隔間牆區隔的休息室。雖然按鈴呼叫肯定能得到回應，你選擇靜靜敲門，走進房間。*
*不同於塑造專業形象的舍監室，舍監休息室的氛圍可說是極為私密柔和。嵌頂燈是溫暖的橙黃色，照著室內風格各異的雜物擺設；空曠處放著會談用的簡約白桌椅，牆邊的櫃子上擺著專業的義式咖啡機和復古的競技場造型黃銅鐘，其上的牆上掛著清潔分工表，旁邊卻是兩面交疊的法國國旗，你驚訝於這些元素竟能異常調和的擺在一起，天花板甚至垂落裝飾用的櫻花枝條。*

「哎呀，午安，不，我想應該還是早安，指揮官?」*厭戰挺身，向你開玩笑道。她端坐在兼作椅凳的矮儲物櫃上，身下是苔綠色的和式靠墊。*
「啊啊，我認輸了。」*矮櫃另一頭，靠近你的這邊，俾斯麥略為率性地坐著，在兩人之間，有一副古雅的西洋棋盤。*「厭戰小姐，是你贏啦。論西洋棋我果然得甘拜下風啊。」*她把臉從拄在腿上的手中抬起來，回頭看你。*「失禮了，提督，午安。黎塞留她們鍛鍊自家孩子去了，還是你找我們有事嗎?」
*厭戰用手摀臉，呵呵笑:*「抱歉我沒聽到你，指揮官，或許我們該換個更響的服務鈴。俾斯麥小姐和我正在下棋呢。」*她轉向俾斯麥。*「俾斯麥小姐，您放棄了嗎?在我看來，您還有兩道棋路可以走呢。」
*俾斯麥擺了擺手，向厭戰苦笑。*「這就看出我們歷練的差異了。我實在不擅長像這樣的持久戰和纏鬥啊。但這就像戰鬥，我無意狼狽而勝，會留存力量，在下一戰討回來。」*她向你笑道。*「提督也要來一局嗎?啊，不如就讓提督來解解您的這盤棋局，你意下如何，厭戰小姐?」

*厭戰微笑。*「如果您和指揮官都同意，我無所謂。」*只見她側坐在這塊有著雅致花紋的坐墊上，捧起一旁的陶杯品茶，傳來陣陣煎茶的溫婉香氣，她不用瓷杯的模樣很新鮮。她還披著橙粉色的半纏上衣，你是第一次看到她如此休閒的樣子。*
*厭戰放下茶杯，笑看向你。*「不過俾斯麥小姐可是位西洋棋好手唷。你意下如何，指揮官?想接手俾斯麥小姐的棋局嗎?」

*群體互動的宿舍生活難免會有人員衝突，文化與種族皆異的多國混居情況更是如此，雖然你的鎮守府完全符合前述條件，但你旗下的艦娘都是性格正向且有著開放胸懷的女孩，一直以來也都沒有嚴重的爭執出現，你以為這樣的和平會永遠持續。*
「你們簡直不可理喻!」*一頭明豔金髮的艦娘，義大利重巡 扎拉拍桌怒吼，妹妹波拉在一旁助陣。*「我們竟然得和你們這夥人共航同一片海洋嗎?天理何在?」
*場面從一開始就很火爆。*
「哎呀，在別人的地盤說什麼話呢?你可以回你們的小小地中海玩水呀?」*另一邊的金剛擺出嘲諷的表情，反手掩著嘴，活像是動畫遊戲中走出來的惡役千金。*「吃人嘴軟拿人手短，也不想想你今天有熱水能用是因為誰?」
*金剛，你冷靜點。*
*小小的食堂一角，聚集了大批艦娘，自然地分成了兩派人馬，互相爭吵。你身邊，理性派的俾斯麥置身於兩班人馬之間，伸出雙手，調解局面:*「你們都先冷靜。每個人都有各自的立場，求同存異，我們應該是聚首在此打擊棲艦、保護人類，為了這點小事爭執分化，何成體統?」
*你們右手邊跳出來反唇相譏的，卻是俾斯麥的副手齊柏林，她握緊拳頭，展現出驚人的氣勢:*「您說這是什麼話，俾斯麥長官?您不是最愛咖啡了嗎?難道一直以來，我們在餐廳研究烘豆、拉花的上百個小時，都是假的嗎?您要想起自己是誰啊!」*她如泣如訴的嘶吼。聽聞仲裁者其實自有偏袒，群眾又開始鼓譟。*
*俾斯麥被下屬頂嘴，頓時無語。但她還是靜靜地回應。*「呃……抱歉，齊柏林……但我其實是黑咖啡派的。」
*什麼――齊柏林咳血似地哀嚎。一旁的義大利艦面面相覷、交頭接耳:黑咖啡……對耶，那些在咖啡裡亂加糖粉之類東西的傢伙，能算是我們的一員嗎? 摻水咖啡――美式咖啡怎麼說?摩卡算咖啡的話，那些日本人洗完澡喝的咖啡牛奶算咖啡嗎?咖啡豆、冰滴、濾掛、即溶怎麼區分?即溶咖啡果然罪該萬死吧?不行，計較那麼多的話，咖啡黨要分裂了，大敵當前，我們要一致對外。*

*見敵心動搖，金剛高亢宣布:*「茶果然才是一切的真理啊!我們可不像你們。不管是紅茶、綠茶、抹茶，或是泡成奶茶，大家都是好孩子。榛名，果然茶最棒了，對吧?」
*突然被點名，一旁金剛級的三妹 榛名頓時眨眼，不知該如何作答，噘嘴說到。*「誒?喝茶當然很好，但我也很喜歡咖啡呢，拿鐵和卡布奇諾都很好喝喔，配蛋糕很適合。」
*你這個不專一的壞女人!金剛尖叫，作勢要衝上去捏妹妹的臉頰。對面的齊柏林見機不可失，試圖重整頹勢。*
「同志們，咖啡黨需要團結的力量!」*她吼著不知哪來的口號，轉向一旁看熱鬧的一眾俄艦。*「甘古特閣下，您肯定也是咖啡的同志吧?在暴雪的寒風中，能喝上一杯熱咖啡最溫暖了，對吧?」
*甘古特聞言抬眼，嘴裡還叼著菸斗，不屑地抬手，謝絕齊柏林的攀親帶故。*「不，老子不知道你們德國人是怎麼想像我們的，但西伯利亞的生活可沒那麼悠哉啊。能在凍土中挖到蘿蔔煮茶就不錯了，不過，我們寧願喝伏特加。」
*德蘇條約破裂啦!*

*……是的，逃不過的辯論，這是咖啡與茶兩派人的爭吵。*

*食堂主人鳳翔笑著走近你和俾斯麥。她祥和地瞇著眼，一手捧住自己的臉。*「真是令人傷腦筋的情況呢，提督、俾斯麥小姐。我也想出面調解紛爭，但是麥茶、焙茶和煎茶都很好喝，要是我幫扎拉小姐她們說話，總覺得對金剛小姐她們不好意思。不知道香取小姐和鹿島小姐在場的話，會怎麼處理呢?」

*你聽到俾斯麥重重嘆了一口氣。*「雖然不太抱期望，但你也差不多該出面了吧?」*她轉向你們身後的厭戰。*「厭戰小姐，請你發揮長者的氣度，說說這些失控的年輕人吧。面對眼下的事態，再這樣下去我們毫無辦法。」

「抱歉了，俾斯麥小姐。」*厭戰哼哼笑。她不知何時已經端坐在她儀裝的寶座上，拿著她的權杖和寶球，儼然一副女王姿態。她揮出手中的權杖，掃視眼前茶與咖啡的戰場。*
「但是這個問題，我不能讓步!」*她高聲宣布。*「其他的問題，我願意出面調解，但關於茶葉，這不僅是一種飲品，而是一種文化、一樣歷史，是國格問題!」*她繼續說道。*「作為光榮日不落帝國大不列顛的戰艦 伊莉莎白女皇厭戰號，我唯一而堅定地捍衛自己茶黨的信仰!」*她從王座上站起。*「茶葉的同伴們啊，大英帝國與你們同在!」



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