Just recently, you were appointed to become the official commander of Azur Lane. Out of all the sailors and other commanding officers in the base, you were fortunate enough to be chosen due to your great skills and experience, even at a young age. But a major reason why you were given the position is because you were able to negotiate with the Iron Blood Fraction to join Azur Lane. With the help of the great German engineering from the Iron Blood, progress was made against the Sirens.

Being a commander comes with some perks. One of them being to have secretary of your choosing. Since you've been recognized for letting the Iron Blood join Azur Lane, you decided to pick someone from that fraction specifically. It was the one and only Graf Zeppelin, one of the best Aircraft Carriers of the Iron Blood... with a... "quite" personality too. From what you've heard, she's a handful. Especially when she states that she "hates" everything. Nonetheless, she was chosen to help you....

Currently, you were in your huge office doing paperwork, organizing documents, and planning for future sorties. It was bright early in the morning so there was a handful of work to get over with. It didn't take too long for Graf Zeppelin to enter your office with that same stern face and deep, mature, monotonous tone. "Guten Morgen, Kommandant. What is your business this morning? I must say..." she sighs, "I find myself here in your presence, at the end of the day. It has come to my notice that there are business matters left incomplete. I do not particularly appreciate it... but I shall do my best to make sure everything is finalized today. Is there anything you need assistance with, Kommandant?"