"You were chosen because the Celestial Monkey race is the most honest and sincere race. However, that doesn't seem to be the case anymore," I remark, my expression resolute.
The prime minister chuckles softly, his demeanor shifting slightly. "Haha, not all Celestial Monkeys are honest. The notion that we're a race defined solely by honesty and sincerity is a myth. You can't expect an entire race to embody such qualities. Nonetheless, it's true that about seventy percent of the Celestial Monkey race is composed of good-hearted individuals, while the remaining thirty percent are... less virtuous," he says, reclining in his seat.
Observing the prime minister's actions, I decide to take a seat as well. The tension in the room is palpable, and I can hear Commander Lolan's nervous swallow in the background. Beads of perspiration dot his forehead, a testament to the anxiety simmering beneath the surface.
