"Why? Why does the Sea Race only get a third of the seats on the Review Committee? This is unfair!" Gustav slammed the table and roared.
Nie Yun had just won a top-tier Mecha from him, and he had inexplicably lost to some obscure nobody, humiliating himself. He was already furious, and now he had suddenly learned that the Review Committee's composition clearly favored that fellow. How could Gustav not be angry?
"Heh! If you want to know, ask Congress. Besides, what does it matter if the Winged Race has a few more seats? In the end, the truth still has to be established by evidence!" Ishar gave Gustav a meaningful glance.
"Hmph! Even if the Review Committee can be fair and impartial, that fellow has a silver tongue and knows how to put on an act. He'll talk black into white when the time comes!" Gustav snorted.
"I suggest you stop fixating on this. It's no plum assignment. If it didn't involve the neighboring Solar System, I wouldn't even want to sit in!
"You just lost your precious Mecha. What, you still want to get involved?" Ishar asked with a hint of mockery.
The mere mention of his Mecha left Gustav utterly miserable!
Having come from the Mecha Forces, Gustav had always been a combat fanatic. Ever since acquiring his Sea Storm-class Mech, he had frequently piloted it into battle himself.
Its formidable armor, combined with his well-equipped Bodyguard Squad, gave him an exceptionally high chance of survival even on a battlefield raging with gunfire.
That Mecha had been his Red Hare, the trusty steed that carried him across the battlefield!
But now that he had lost it, he was like a mighty general stripped of his prized mount. All of that could only fade into the past, leaving