He recognized the other's identity, just as the other recognized his.
"Turey Crowley?"
Upon hearing the name, Levin froze for a moment, "Isn't he the commander of the Saint Matier Fleet? You worked with him before, Boss... is it him?"
"It is him."
Binoculars dangling, Marvin gazed across the void at the middle-aged man standing on the destroyer's deck, and said with a note of reminiscence, "It's been over three years..."
Now was not the time for reminiscing, Levin directly asked, "Since you're so familiar with him, and even once conspired... well, he'll let us go, right?"
"Deserting the enemy during a war, do you know what the crime is?" Marvin responded without looking back, "Treason, by the laws of the Kingdom of Windsor, should be punished by hanging."
The fleet was not one man's fleet; they were the Windsor Royal Navy, servicemen.
As the supreme commander, Turey Crowley could, of course, forcibly issue an order to let the Icebreaker Ship go, but the result of doing so...
