"Oh... so it's you, Ed, my former most outstanding and brave sergeant."
Horn smiled: "No wonder the Ark Kingdom could easily deal with that group of ill-trained trash, cough, cough..."
As he laughed, he suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood in embarrassment, the blood mixing with the wine in his cup, indistinguishable from one another.
The moment Ota's light cannon pierced through the main ship of the legion left a shocking wound on the Legion Commander's chest.
But for Horn, compared to the void feeling of losing everything, this pain was almost insignificant.
Ed fell into silence.
"Do you still resent me? Ed?"
Horn swirled his wine glass, the rich aroma of the red wine spreading: "You should understand that an Alliance soldier's duty is to obey orders, right?"
"In my view, my strategy at that time was completely more beneficial than harmful for the Alliance."
