"Is that Freya?"
"In this situation, you should say, 'General, Your Excellency, you insolent boy.'"
The tone turned cold in an instant, and Roland couldn't help but conjure the image of a young girl in a Wehrmacht uniform, mustering an imposing attitude, causing the corners of his mouth to unconsciously curl upwards.
"Let's not mince words here. Our conditions are simple: your ship is to immediately turn back to the Salbadut region."
"What's the price?"
"Safe passage from here on out. Got any problems with that?"
The condescending words caused Ruiter to frown, and anger appeared on the faces of the other crew members on the bridge. Confronted with the blatant scorn that even a fool could detect, the young and fiery soldiers thought first and foremost to start a battle, using the new naval guns to teach the other side what 'manners' meant.
"Not dissatisfied, really."
After uttering words that made the faces of the crew change, Roland replied indifferently:
