Yu Lian was deeply moved by the comfort offered by his old partner and old comrade-in-arms at that moment. Of course, toward Her Highness Brunhilde, his patron, all he felt now was gratitude and emotion.
If it had not been for her protection, he might really have ended up before a military tribunal over that "fratricidal clash."
...Er, the phrase "fratricidal clash" sounded downright terrifying! No matter how he looked at it, it should have had nothing to do with an upright, harmless, by-the-book person like himself.
So how had things turned out like this? Sobek was still in a state of obvious confusion, trapped in a kind of magical-realist bewilderment. His spirit carried three parts detachment, three parts drifting, three parts relief now and then, and one part surrealist transcendence.
He had originally been a promising flotilla admiral. If nothing unexpected had happened, he should still have been cruising through the peaceful territories of the original Earthlings with his fleet.
To be fair, the people over on Earth—with the exception of Far Shore and New Shenzhou—spoke pleasantly and followed the rules. They also lacked the Empire's rigid hierarchy, which suited Sobek's temperament as an ordinary child from a colonial family much better.
Human fortunes truly were boundlessly strange!
Still, he was now in charge of fleet exercises and local security on Black Lauds. When all was said and done, that amounted to managing logistics too, didn't it? Could he take it to mean that half his dream had already come true?
If not for Black Lauds's escapees, Xiumoe's rebels, and that unidentified leviathan currently playing hide-and-seek with the Imperial fleet, wouldn't he have achieved complete success?
Thinking of this, Sobek forced himself to feel a little better. He finally withdrew his wandering gaze and asked, "Speaking of which, I