Iris felt like the dumbest person in the world. Did Jonathan think she was an idiot? She rolled her eyes lazily and put one foot on the bed.

"I'm not as stupid as I seem, don't worry."

Jonathan raised his eyebrows with an expression of disbelief. She immediately felt very hurt.

"The older we get, the stronger our strength becomes. The devil who killed your parents was a young devil. His age is no more than two thousand years."

"Huh? What? The young devil you say? For god's sake!" Iris directly touched her forehead trying to calm down.

How many times could she be reincarnated in a period of two...