Immediately, Morticia's face changed; she blushed. Her body also trembled.

'Idiot! What an idiot!'

'As one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs, my status is extraordinary. Everyone is respectful to me. But that man wants me to call him Handsome?'

'That's so humiliating.'

The more Morticia thought about it, the angrier she got. She glared at Darryl and said, "You're courting death!"

"It's fine if you don't want to do that." Darryl looked carefree as he lay in the bronze bell. "So what if you don't