Demon Lord's Reincarnation-Chapter 1103: USS Dwight D. Eisenhower (CVN-69)

At this point in time, the Subic Bay should've been clear of trash or bratty bitches but I just had to fucking throw her in there, or else she'd go into the pot. But yeah, the carrier they came with had just crossed the small island by the entrance to this bay so the ones who were simply watching in shock eventually snapped out of it and started to take off their gear so they could save her.

One of the Captains named Moore exclaimed, "DOES SHE KNOW HOW TO SWIM?!"

Myra was in total panic mode, "I-I— I'm— SOMEBODY HELP HER!"

But as a great attendant would, Myra had already managed to get hold of a life buoy but as she threw it at her lady, this dumbass hit her square in the head which made Ella sink just as she managed to waddle upwards.

"NOOOOOOOOO! I'M SO SORRY, MY LADY!"

"CAN'T YOU GUYS MOVE ANY FASTER?!"

"IT'S A 30-FOOT DROP—"

"JUST JUMP IN!"

"WHERE DID SHE DROP ANYWAY?!"

"IN THE WATER, DUMBASS! WHY'RE YOU ALL IN FULL GEAR ANYWAY—"

Major Harper pushed me with fear in his eyes, "THAT'S THE SENATOR'S DAUGHTER, YOU DUMBSHIT! SHE'S— WHY ARE YOU TAKING YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW?!"

I rolled my eyes as I walked by the edge of the dock, "You guys are too fucking slow. Besides, I may have gone a bit overboard, pun intended—"

"JUST SAVE HER, YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!"

As the Major was screaming my ear off, I dove straight for the water and found her gradually sinking—but still struggling nonetheless—but her frilly gown and the random shit she had on her body as accessories were weighing her down and making it hard for her to breathe.

'That weird choker, for one…'

But yeah, the moment I reached her and we met eyes, she didn't know whether to rejoice, get angry, lash out, or whatever action in the stupid brain of hers could think of.

It's just that she couldn't believe the one who chucked her in the bay would also be the one to save her but it didn't take long before she started to lose air.

It was at the same moment I wrapped my arms around her, and as much as I would've wanted to see her drown and pass out for a few seconds, I gave her some air in the only way I thought possible given the situation.

I was shuffling our way up as I leaned close to her face and pushed the air in my mouth into hers, but this fucking brat was so determined to fucking die she pushed it back in my mouth as she screamed for dear life underwater.

'Fucking dumbass!'

However, I could also do the same fucking thing but she definitely wasted at least half of the air I gave her.

This time, she finally understood the reason for my actions but she definitely still looked pissed at me for some reason, but I'd rather see her mad than fucking dead. But yeah, the fucking brat never held me so tight but the moment we surfaced, she screamed for dear life as she burst into tears:

"HELP! HEEEELP! SOMEONE HELP ME— OWWWW! WHY'D YOU HIT ME—"

"I'M ALREADY HERE, YOU FUCKING BRAT! YOU'RE SCREAMING MY EAR OFF!"

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO THREW ME IN HERE!"

"IN THE HOPES YOUR UGLY ATTITUDE GETS WASHED OFF!"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!"

"I GUESS YOU NEED ANOTHER CLEANSE!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

"DUMBASS! DON'T STRUGGLE— THE CARRIER'S COMING, JUST BEAR WITH IT FOR A SECOND!"

"D-DON'T DROP ME, ALRIGHT?! I D-DUNNO HOW TO SWIM!"

I rolled my eyes as I waddled over to the ladder attached to the wall, "Pssh, figures. Your pops didn't teach you?"

"YOU— Y-You won't understand…" she trailed as she suddenly calmed down.

"Yeah. I probably won't if you keep acting like that."

"You people are all the same…"

"Eh. I did try to understand you first before chucking you into the water—"

"IT WASN'T MY FAULT, ALRIGHT?!"

"It never is, huh?"

"YOU— I was just—"

I finally grabbed hold of the ladder, "Look, I won't make you take the waste to the compost bin or wash the dishes but you gotta apologize to the cooks at least. I don't know what you went through before coming here but acting out like that would just make me hate you even more. But yeah, we can forget all of that now and start fresh if you're okay with that."

"..."

"Answer me or I'll fucking drop you—"

"Y-Yes! YES! I'LL APOLOGIZE! DON'T D-DROP ME, ALRIGHT?!"

"Can you even climb this ladder?"

"..." she never looked so embarrassed as she just glared at me while looking sideways.

"I'm gonna need an answer, not this bullshit silent treatment. You have a lot of fucking issues, brat, geez…"

"I'M NOT A BRAT!"

"You're acting like one though… You can just climb over me if you could do it yourself—"

"F-Fine! I-I dunno if I could… H-Help me, please…"

"Fine. Hold tight. Move over to my back."

"O-Okay…"

With that said, I easily carried her on my back as she was tightly holding onto my neck. Once we made our way to the top, Myra ran in with a huge towel to cover Ella's body and dry her up somehow.

But for some reason, not only these two in a master-servant relationship were eyeing my body, but almost everyone else that came running—especially the fighters or the ones in the opposite gender, like this journalist for example—was scanning me up and down.

But yeah, Kaley threw me a towel to dry myself before handing me over the clothes I took off. I did strip down to my boxers when I saved Ella and the only thing missing from my display was oil and the right lighting for a shoot.

'I somehow bulked nicely…'

In any case, ignoring the looks of the Major and the one other Captain named Marcel plus a few others who didn't appreciate what I did beforehand—except for the curious glance Ella gave me before Myra excused themselves, the carrier was already in a much closer view and needed some assistance as it was about to dock.

They seemed to have a lot to say at that moment but it kind of canceled out because I was the only one who acted while everyone else was still in shock or was still trying to take off their gear. But honestly, it was a different thing to save someone drowning, especially if it was a brat that would flail around like a fucking tuna.

But yeah, the carrier still looked like an ant when we woke up this morning but I didn't even realize that the carrier that would be coming was one of the five supercarriers the US Navy had command of that was nuclear-powered.

Don't even get me started on the number and variety of planes helicopters, and jets it had on its flight deck, but its whole length of a thousand fucking feet and height of two hundred feet or so was not as imposing or as nice as its name and its hull number:

[USS Dwight D. Eisenhower (CVN-69)]