“<Eek! That’s crazy!>”
Among the invited guests was Moriphis Marcelion.
Still looking like a youthful man in his prime despite being 211 years old, he wore the purple robe symbolizing the master of the magic tower and had his sky-blue long hair loosely tied, presenting a neat appearance.
However, even his dignified and elegant attire couldn’t hide the dog collar around his neck. This, combined with Moriphis’s innate frivolity, suited him perfectly.
“Pink Pope, please finally release the choker around my neck!”
Moriphis, seated across from me, leaned forward and stretched his neck toward me.
“”
I completely agree.
“Why? It suits you well.”
“Well, I admit that, but still…”
“Enough, sit down.”
“Ugh!”
As I spoke in a commanding tone, the dog collar’s compulsion forced Moriphis to sit straight in his chair.
Since my divine power reached the 9th rank, widening the gap with Moriphis, who is at the 8th circle, his resistance has weakened.
Of course, I have a more powerful…