"No matter what, Demons are humanity's great enemy. It would be better to wipe them out." Ang frowned, his tone carrying a trace of stubborn insistence.
Katie raised her wineglass and gently swirled it, her gaze profound. "You know the Abyssal Prison is boundless, don't you?"
Ang nodded.
"Since it is boundless, what makes you think you can speak of wiping them out? Not to mention the Abyssal Prison's four major races—the Demons, spiderfolk, Faceless Ones, and Balrogs. None of them are something we humans can eradicate completely."
Katie's voice lowered. "What's more, the demonic beings at the very highest levels of the Abyssal Prison, those capable of rivaling gods, are far beyond anything you or I can imagine."
Ang's brow furrowed tighter. He took a deep breath. "No matter how difficult it is, it still has to be done."
"We can't just block the Demons when they come, then settle back into complacency once they retreat. If this continues, one day even the Main Plane will fall into the Abyssal Prison."
Katie stared at him blankly. After a moment, she sighed softly. "You certainly have ideas. You're just too young, still full of passion. When you reach my age, you'll understand."
Ang could not help giving her a once-over. "My lady, are you really that old? You look no more than twenty-five or twenty-six."
Katie froze for a moment, then could not help laughing aloud.
Joy touched the corners of her eyes and brows, and her eyes brightened slightly—Ang's sincerity brought her a flicker of pleasure she had never felt before.
"You certainly know how to talk." She chuckled, her gaze softening.
"Lady Katie," Ang said seriously, "I'm merely telling the truth."
Katie pressed her lips together. Then, her smile abruptly faded, and her tone took on a deeper