Farewell, Constantinople

"What are you waiting for! Shoot!" 

Nearby, an imperial officer hisses beside the ears of Markos, who is holding a loaded cross bow in his hands aiming towards the strange man yelling in the front. 

Though unable to see the man's face, but Markos can hear and differentiate clearly that this man's true identity is not an Ottoman spy, instead he is non other than the honourable admiral Lord De'Ricci. 

Thus, when the officer asks him, a sharp shooter in the army, to fire, he hesitated out of his pure conscientiousness. 

"Sir! We have no clear orders from the majesty that gives us to right to shoot!"