About five minutes later.
The soldier left with the device.
Only Ino and the others remained in the room again.
"According to the verification of your identity IDs, you are indeed members of the Atlantic Federation."
Gerard Garcia spoke as if he were implying something.
"I'm terribly sorry to have put you through all that trouble."
Captain La Flaga replied with a smile, as if he hadn't heard the meaning behind Garcia's words.
But his heart sank slightly.
According to their identity IDs—at first glance, there really was nothing wrong with that statement.
But if one wanted to nitpick, identity IDs could also be forged.
In other words, the identity IDs would also need to be verified, and because the two sides did not belong to the same camp, there was no telling how long that verification would take or what the specifics would be—
"Not at all. Hawk of Endymion, I have long heard of your great name. Back at the Grimaldi Front, your battle record brought us tremendous encouragement."
Gerard Garcia smiled and praised him.
"The commander also took part in that battle?" La Flaga asked, somewhat surprised.
"Yes."
"Then you were under Brigadier General Bivard's command at the time."
"Yes. Although we lost that battle, your achievements were truly inspiring, and our side also obtained fairly good results," Gerard Garcia replied with a chuckle.
Yet in the face of his praise, the smile on La Flaga's face had faded.
The battle Gerard Garcia referred to was the offensive and defensive battle launched on June 2, C.E. 70, at Endymion Crater, an important Earth Alliance resource supply base.
In that battle, the Earth Alliance's Third Fleet had been annihilated by Rau Le Creuset and suffered devastating losses.
And in order to turn the tide, the Alliance military caused