Sitting on his shoulder, Lesia shook her head with regret. “Morgott, why do you keep lowering your IQ again and again? You make me feel too embarrassed to even mock you.”

“Are you confused, Frona?” Morgott laughed. “Don’t you understand who’s in control of the situation right now?”

Lesia chuckled lightly. “They say there’s something despicable about those pitiable. Originally, I had some sympathy for you, but I didn’t expect you to become so insane.”

“What do you mean?” Morgott asked, lacking confidence. “I’ve already taken control of your master’s soul. From now on, I’m your master. If you dare to disrespect me, I’ll find ways to punish you.”

“With your low IQ?” Lesia retorted impatiently. “I doubt you’re even worthy of licking my master’s toes.”

Upon hearing this, Morgott felt something was amiss. He scanned his surroundings vigilantly but found nothing unusual, so he laughed heartily once again.

“I know you’re eloquent, Frona. You’re trying to provoke me and give your master a