```
"The remaining few, to varying degrees, rely on force, but he never once used force. That's why I sent him out and promised him that within a thousand years in the outside world, the more satisfactory the answers he could bring me, the higher the reward I would give him."
He poured himself a cup of tea and then drank it all at once. The Lord of the Nine Hells felt that perhaps this beverage was no worse than nectar.
"He told me that humans understand humans best. Although he is from the Silver generation and not of the same kind as Bronze Humanity, I reluctantly believed his explanation."
"Let's see then, what kind of answers he can give me, and whether he can win half of the realm from my hands as he claimed."
...
"You are not of the Deity Race."
The initial shock of their meeting had subsided, and irritation gradually surged in Keto's heart.
