"Grrrk!"
Early morning. As soon as I woke up, I conducted an experiment on the imp's order execution.
"Hmm… This bastard is still quite alright."
The experimental results showed that this imp bastard had lower intelligence than Bimzi no matter how I looked at him. He was dumber than a goblin. I could definitely tell.
He could execute simple orders, but no matter what I told him to do, he quickly forgot. If I told him to go somewhere and do something, he would stop midway, stare blankly, and return. That was his level.
If I kept training him, he might get better, but for now I judged there was nothing specific I could properly make him do. Assisting Bimzi? That also seemed a bit difficult due to his low intelligence.
"Still, somehow he seems able to make fire."
The bonfire blazed.
"Grrrk."
This was the fire the imp had made.
He had the ability to throw fireballs from Hell. Dark magic that made purple flames rise from his grasp and hurled them.
