Micro-count Skill flickered again, seemingly having calculated something. Its radiance wavered as if trembling.
Owen Bertram scoffed, "It seems like you've calculated it. Indeed, I did consider using you, but I still firmly believe that you are a scourge! If I start with this, it might be an endless cause and effect!"
"I really want to destroy you outright, never giving myself this opportunity!"
The Micro-count cursed internally, cursing its unfortunate fate of landing in the hands of such a man.
Because it had just calculated that this fellow wasn't just threatening it. There's indeed a high possibility that he would make such a decision.
Micro-count Skill lowered its stance, quietly indicating its willingness to cooperate with Owen, and promising not to overstep its bounds. It respectfully acknowledged that Owen was a great being, superior to itself. It dared to calculate regular people but would never dare to plot against someone like him.
