After receiving Herretia's order, the magic puppet—more accurately, Simons Lillest—finally stopped groveling.
"Tell me why you came."
"Why should I tell you? I'm a noble demon!"
"But you're kneeling before me now, noble demon," Herretia said, sneering.
"I will break free from your control. I swear!"
"Maybe I should put you on some square and have you kneel on the ground, enjoying countless humans' gazes."
"If you dare to do that, I swear I'll kill you. I promise!"
"Come with me."
Simons couldn't resist Herretia's command at all. This scared him too. "Wait. Human, we can talk."
"Now you're willing to talk?"
"If I tell you who I am, would you free me?"
"Of course…not. You're my slave now. Why should I free you?"
"I'll escape from you one day and then kill you."
Herretia didn't care about this kind of threat at all. It was a curse without any magic power.
"You talk too much."
