"Your importance within Yang Ming's power sphere, if rated five stars, should be given two stars."
"Hmm?" Mimili furrowed her brows, "Only two stars? I am Ming's strongest human subordinate!"
"But his non-human subordinates are just too powerful."
"That's different..."
"We are essentially the same, all just electrical signals transmitted systematically through different carriers."
Qing pushed up her nonexistent glasses:
"Your personal combat ability is barely passable, your command skills are excellent, but you haven't undergone the trials of large-scale fleet warfare. If it were wartime, you could manage harassing the enemy's rear supply lines, but that's about it."
"Alright," Mimili shrugged, "At least I'm somewhat useful... how about you, little sister?"
"Me?"
Qing chuckled and raised her head slightly:
