Lucy tossed the empty meal box into the trash can, then hopped up and down trying to reach comics on the high shelves—looking adorably silly.

If you didn’t know better, no one would believe this aloof loli—a hardcore shut-in and chronic lazybones—was actually the infamous Great Demon King.

A Demonlord who loved holing up alone in her room, reading risqué manga all day? Others might find it baffling.

But to Lilith, it sparked a strange kinship—a sense of finding a kindred spirit.

Just glancing at the multiple garbage bags in her own hands and the room’s messy state, Lilith felt this shut-in’s dedication outdid even her past self’s.

After all, she’d at least left her apartment for work on weekdays… but the Demonlord? Her office was her home. She could stay cooped up for months without stepping outside.

If anything came up, she’d just summon staff to her—like Lilith right now.

Meals arrived daily from the Demonkind cafeteria—unless she got bored of feasts and snuck out to buy street food herself.

It reminded Lilith of her old life: ordering takeout nonstop in her tiny rental, especially during lockdowns when WFH meant never leaving her room. Laziness bred more laziness—a vicious cycle.

Having lived it, Lilith understood the Demonlord’s heart: shut-ins might hate cleaning, but they didn’t actually enjoy filth.

Every time Lilith visited, she’d tidy up without being asked. The Great Demon King never stopped her or scolded her—that silent approval said everything.

In other words, this was a golden chance to curry favor with the boss!

Lilith put herself in those shoes:

Imagine being a total shut-in with no friends or contact… except one cute loli girl who showed up daily. She’d run errands tirelessly, clean meticulously, even bring snacks or cook meals—

Mom, isn’t this an angel? If I don’t marry her and cherish her forever, what’s the point of laws?

—Of course, Lucy, leader of Demonkind, probably didn’t think like a regular shut-in… but if Lilith visited daily, wouldn’t she become the person the rarely-out Demonlord saw most?

Morning and evening greetings, casual chats, heartfelt talks over tea, shoulder rubs… Over time, her status in the Great Demon King’s heart would surely soar.

Heh… Soon she’d roam the Darklord Citadel freely—promotions and raises would be a given.

“Great Demon King, I have a humble request…”

“Hm? What now?”

Lucy turned from the bookshelf, puzzled.

“Please let this servant… clean your room every day from now on!”

Lilith slid to her knees at Lucy’s feet, voice ringing with fake solemnity.

Lucy blinked, stunned for a moment.

“Uh… I guess that’s fine… Why the sudden idea?”

“Since arriving in Demon City, I’ve been blessed by your guidance and care. Yet I can’t repay this debt—I lie awake at night, worrying endlessly!”

“Huh…?”

Lucy blinked again, confused.

“Among dragons, we say: ‘A drop of kindness deserves a gushing spring.’ Your grace to me flows like a mighty river, weightier than rebirth itself! To not repay it would shame my dragon blood. So let me serve you—cleaning rooms, small tasks—to show my devotion!”

Lilith’s speech was passionate, tear-jerking, and utterly over-the-top. Even Lucy hesitated.

She scratched her head, then mumbled a vague “Mm-hmm” in agreement—but added:

“Just don’t touch my drawers or bookshelves.”

“Yes, sir!”

“…Ugh. You young folks. What weird thoughts rattle in your heads?”

Lucy plopped onto her desk chair with a comic, grumbling.

“All that fiery talk… just to clean house? Weird logic…”

Lilith stood up, forcing a dry chuckle.

*Honestly… Great Demon King, your idea of a “reward” was pretty wild too. Who’d even accept that?*

“Oh, and one more thing.”

Lucy paused, thinking.

“Come at a fixed time daily… You must, must, MUST knock before entering. No barging in—

“Evenings work. Stop by before you clock out. Clean up, take the trash… But don’t touch anything else. Don’t rearrange my desk. Stay away from drawers. Don’t open my closet. And my display cabinets—those reagent bottles and precious gadgets…”

Lucy rattled off rules. To Lilith, it boiled down to: *Don’t touch my stuff.*

“Rest assured, Great Demon King! This servant understands!”

Lilith nodded eagerly, hiding her glee.

*Heh… Close proximity wins the moon. Serve her faithfully for a year or two, and I’ll climb the ranks!*

As the Demonlord’s most trusted aide, she’d do whatever she pleased…

The bright future made Lilith grin like a fool.

“…Are you even listening?”

Lucy poked her cheek cautiously.

“Ah! Yes, yes—I memorized every word!”

“Good. Now scram. Don’t bother me while I read.”

“Understood!”

Lilith backed out, grabbed the trash bags, and skipped downstairs, satisfied.

She hadn’t seen the Great Demon King smile, but she knew this paved the way to future favor.

*Ding!*

The system’s belated chime finally sounded.

[Proficiency points expiring soon. Auto-apply to newly learned skill: [Silver Tongue]?]

Lilith had just dumped the trash when the glowing prompt appeared.

“Ugh… What useless skills. Can’t I get something practical—”

[Ding! Silver Tongue: Lets you ramble wildly on any topic—praising or trashing things/people with zero basis, or randomly acting unhinged in any situation.]

“?”

[Depending on context and target, you can distort truths like calling a deer a horse. Passive effect: boosts charisma when lying and credibility when hiding facts.]

“Oh?”

Lilith paused, stroking her chin. *Isn’t this the no-limits upgrade to shonen protagonists’ trash-talk skills? Might be strong…*

[But only works on very pretty women who already like you.]

“…”

*What’s the meow-meow use in that?!*

Where’d she find tons of gorgeous women who liked her? And if they already liked her, why need this? Worst part—it didn’t boost combat strength at all.

Even if a pretty enemy showed up, would she waste time building rapport just to use it? That’s like making dumplings just for a vinegar dip!

Lilith sighed in frustration, ranking this skill dead last. Better than her old Interrogation Proficiency? Not even close.

At least that one fit her job…