Senior Sister Tianlin and I stood mere meters apart. We’d never held such a long gaze before—what a pity we were on opposing sides.

Senior Sister Tianlin spoke, her voice oddly gentle. “A girl?”

Before I could reply, a gaunt old mage beside her glared at me with venom. “Don’t be fooled by her looks! This girl is a demon, Clare. Watch me burn her alive!”

“Hold it!” Senior Sister Tianlin halted the mage, stepping forward. Her gaze swept over me without hostility, lingering on my face. A trace of tenderness flickered in her eyes. “Little sister, who are you? Why are you alone here?”

Just as rumored, Tianlin Feiyan was a powerful woman drowning in maternal instincts. Too easy to trick!

Yet, for some reason, my sharp-tongued lines died on my lips. I couldn’t lie while meeting Senior Sister’s eyes.

“Hmph!” I crossed my arms, sneering. “Drop that fake sympathy! You hypocrite. Would you be this kind if I were a skeleton under this cloak?”

My tone startled Senior Sister Tianlin. She stepped back half a pace, half-drawing her sword in textbook-perfect form. Her eyes turned icy. “Who—or what—are you, truly?”

“Me?” I scoffed, turning sideways with icy aloofness. “I am the daughter of the Demon King, whose name silences crying children at night—the Dark Princess, Kuroti!” The humans around her flinched back a step.

“You claim to be the Dark Princess?” Senior Sister Tianlin’s voice hardened. “Why can’t I sense your power?”

“Huh?” I froze. Power aura? Was that detectable? Damn—I’d only been the Dark Princess for a day. I didn’t know these combat basics!

“Th-that’s because… this cloak hides my aura!” I argued, face flushing.

“Oh?” Senior Sister Tianlin’s gaze turned frosty, distant and laced with disdain. “Is that so? The Dark Princess who hides her aura. Then, to what do we owe your presence here?”

Tianlin Feiyan! Your tone pissed me off! How dare you look down on me!

Hmph! I wasn’t that little otaku anymore—the one whose face you brushed with your flowing hair in the academy corridors, unaware of your scent. You—you’re about to fall into my trap!

“To teach you greedy invaders a lesson!” My gaze turned cold. I could teleport freely in this Undercity—I had no fear of playing with this arrogant woman.

From under my cloak, I extended a pale arm, pointing at the troops beside Feiyan!

“Krazeen’s Vampire Touch!”

Black thorns crackling with crimson lightning shot from my fingertips, shrieking as they tore through the air.

Feiyan instantly recognized the danger. “Watch out!!!” she shouted.

Too late!

The malicious old mage and nearby knights were hit, erupting in violent explosions!

“A fourth-tier spell!” Feiyan gasped. Ordinary human mages maxed out at third-tier—only Archmages wielded fourth-tier magic!

What stunned her more was my casting speed. Higher-tier spells needed longer chants, yet I’d cast it instantly! Even Archmages couldn’t do that!

Of course—her knowledge was limited to humans!

As the Demon King’s daughter, purest blood of the noble Aryan Demons, I was born with instant-cast magic!

The old mage lay half-dead. The tough Temple Knights were all knocked out, collapsing in a heap.

“Hmph, so much for humanity’s elite Temple Knights,” I said smugly.

“Shoot her down!” bellowed a bald, hulking warrior, drawing a massive sword. He seemed the deputy commander.

“Wait…” For a split second, I saw Senior Sister Tianlin soften, trying to stop them. But they didn’t fully obey her.

Seven or eight tall, handsome rangers—radiating heroism—drew their deadly composite longbows, aiming at me, a girl under 1.6 meters.

Arrows flew, enchanted to pierce stone walls!

“Hmph! Shoot away! I was counting on it!” I stood with hands on hips, not dodging.

The unstoppable arrows pierced my cloak but met an immovable barrier. Purple light flared—they crumbled to dust!

Beneath, I wore the legendary armor of the Fallen Lady Angel—second only to a Divine Artifact. This was the armor Lady Angels used in ancient times to battle Abyss demons and traitorous gods who betrayed the Heavenly Realm. Did these human pretty-boy rangers think they could scratch it?

“What?! H-how?!” The bald man gaped.

Hmph, this brute looked tough but didn’t hesitate to kill a little girl. A classic bully!

“U-use magic!” the old mage wheezed.

Several mages stepped forward, chanting spells. I stood still, waiting patiently.

Soon, fireballs, ice arrows, and lightning bolts rained down. But it was like festive fireworks!

Black fragments exploded outward, scattering on the ground!

“Hahaha! She’s dead! Blown to pieces!”

“We’ve slain the infamous Dark Princess! Hahaha, ha—”

Smoke cleared. Black cloak fragments littered the ground. I stood untouched and spotless in the center.

Hands on hips, I beamed with pride. The human expedition force stared, dumbfounded.

Hmm? Their gazes felt… unusual.

Eh? Even Senior Sister Tianlin was blushing as she looked at me.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” Why was she blushing? Was something off with me?

My body… why did it feel so cool?

Ah! No!

The attacks had shredded my cloak completely. Now, I wore only the armor of the Fallen Lady Angel—barely covering the most vital parts. Elsewhere, it was almost naked! No, worse—it was humiliating!

Instant shame overwhelmed me. I almost screamed like a girl whose modesty was exposed—but I refused. I didn’t want to fully embrace this feminine body, even now! What tough words could hide this embarrassment?

The scene froze.

The humans seemed stumped on breaching my defense. Their lecherous instincts were drawn to my body and the revealing armor, happy to take their time.

As for me—I was a boy at heart. But feeling the unavoidable swell on my chest and my smooth, unobstructed legs, I couldn’t stay composed under their lecherous stares.

I lost all ability to react. I even forgot my teleportation ring.

Trapped in shame I shouldn’t feel, yet unable to escape my body’s instincts. My eyes grew hollow, my body trembled. I hunched over, turning sideways—front and back were equally embarrassing. I covered myself, but it was futile. Utterly humiliated, worse than defeat…

Just then, a soft cloak landed on my shoulders. It carried a familiar, warm fragrance. Large enough to hint at its owner’s height, it easily covered my petite frame.

Somehow, Senior Sister Tianlin had stepped in front of me, draping her cloak over me.

In that instant, I didn’t know what to say. I even forgot we were enemies. I wanted to cry—my pride screamed that boys don’t cry—but my face was already wet.

My girl body’s reactions didn’t ask for my boyish will’s permission.