Domel
(Yi Zui fell ill yesterday. She had been receiving IV drips on and off for over a week. It wasn't good to keep getting them for more than three days straight, so she would get them for three days, rest for two or three days, then continue. Yesterday, they switched to a different medicine that irritated her stomach. She wanted to throw up shortly after the drip began, and after enduring it until the end, she had no energy left and went straight to sleep.)
Elsewhere, aboard Gamillas's white command ship, Admiral Domel—the man known throughout Gamillas as the Wolf of the Universe—sat watching the Victory Fleet's every move with a grave, focused expression. Different emotions flickered through his eyes from time to time.
At his side stood a woman with pointed ears and skin even paler than that of ordinary Gamillas people. Like Domel, she watched the battle unfold on the screen. After a moment of thought, she spoke in a rather cold voice. "It seems this round will not be easy to win."
"Our original objective was to investigate this fleet from the Galactic Fleet and, more importantly, eliminate the ship called Yamato." Domel glanced at the woman beside him. "It was only because Minister Misera's plan failed that we were forced into this direct confrontation. Even so, we still have ways to suppress them once again."
"In terms of the Mobile Units' individual combat strength, our Space Fighters are indeed no match for those humanoid Mobile Weapons. Their displayed combat power is truly impressive. I am also glad that His Excellency the Great President had already begun preparations to develop new Mobile Weapons."
"However, in the endless expanse of space, humanoid Mobile Weapons like these cannot decide everything. Their small size means they cannot survive in