"Evelyn...?"

I slowly pronounced the silver-haired beauty’s name. It felt eerily familiar—like something I’d seen before my transmigration. Or was it just my imagination?

Ah, whatever.

Right now, I was far more focused on the crucial details she’d casually slipped into her words:

First, these unreliable Demon Kin clearly hadn’t been fully prepared before attempting to summon their Overlord. That magic circle probably wasn’t even designed specifically for summoning a Demon King. My appearance here was pure accident.

*Sigh.* Had I resisted the summoning back then, they’d either be facing a far more competent entity—or nothing at all.

Seriously, how reckless could they be? Summoning *anything* without knowing what it was? No wonder humans had them on the ropes.

Second, this silver-haired vampire—just like the High Priest Carol earlier—had verbally pledged her loyalty.

Her gaze held the same unwavering resolve. Her bow carried the same deep reverence.

Yet again, she was nowhere to be found under my [Vassals] tab.

Without the system interface, I might’ve actually believed her.

Hey—if this world had Oscars, you two would totally snag Best Actress! And Best Actor? I’d reluctantly hand it to that silent, aloof purple-haired Demon Kin over there, who also hasn’t joined my [Vassals].

Wait. Hold up. Wasn’t I supposed to get freebies at the start? This isn’t how isekai stories work! Cute girls are supposed to be handed to you on a silver platter! Why am *I* stuck with a trial version—where keeping them requires grinding affection points like some dating sim?

I’m a Demon King with world-ending ambitions! I don’t have time for romance subplots! This world is seriously unprofessional—it’s targeting me personally!

Hmph. I, Sylph—no, *Great Demon King Sibyl*—will remember this! Let this world’s destruction appease my wrath!

*Ahahahahaha!*

*Hahaha…*

*Ha…*

Man, that was cringey.

Ahem. Though my inner monologue had raged for ages, in reality, I’d only paused for ten seconds after saying her name. My ahoge spun in frantic circles atop my head—a dead giveaway that its owner was thinking *very* hard.

(Though those thoughts had already veered into weird territory…)

Before I could spiral further, Evelyn’s voice cut through my thoughts:

"Your Eminence, Great Demon King Sibyl. I shall escort you to the council hall atop a blood bat. There, the High Priest, the Grand Strategist, and I will brief you fully."

Her voice dripped with lazy elegance, yet carried an unshakable authority. Unlike Carol, she didn’t ask for my input—she simply *decided*.

With a casual flick of her wrist, something magical happened.

The air thickened with the coppery sweetness of blood. Crimson mist—drawn from nowhere—and inky streams of what could only be called *mana* swirled toward her. They coalesced midair into a massive, lifelike bat, its wings shimmering black-red.

But it wasn’t done. The creature let out a piercing shriek, flapped its wings, and landed before me. The gust knocked me back two steps.

My sky-blue eyes widened in shock—this was my first time witnessing such raw power. But before I could process it, an invisible force lifted me from under my knees and… *backside*.

Evelyn hadn’t touched me. She’d used magic.

*Mom, I’m flying!*

*Whoa! This is amazing—*

*Wait. Why’s my butt suddenly breezy?*

My awe lasted exactly one second. Any goodwill I’d built toward the silver-haired vampire evaporated instantly.

First Carol, now her—why did these Demon Kin beauties keep manhandling me without permission? And Evelyn was the worst! She didn’t even *bother* with a proper princess carry. Her magic lifted me by the *backside*, not my skirt.

I shot toward the bat. Newton must be rolling in his grave. My skirt flipped up like a flag—flashing the entire audience below. The lowly Demon Kin, Carol, and the purple-haired guy all got a front-row view of my panties.

"Hold o—!"

Humiliation burned my cheeks. But before I could protest, I was already straddling the bat’s back.

Evelyn leaped up effortlessly, landing gracefully ahead of me. She gave a soft whistle. The bat surged upward.

Standing before me in her short skirt and impossibly long legs, she’d left herself just as exposed.

*Whoa. Black lace panties.*

*This world still has such treasures?*

Evelyn didn’t seem to care about being seen. She tucked her parasol into a sleeve that clearly held dimensional storage, ignored the sunlight, and sat down elegantly. Her lazy tone returned:

"Great Demon King Sibyl, hold tight. This ride… is fast."

Instinctively, I wrapped my small arms around her waist. Even through her black battle armor, I could encircle her completely. *Another shock.*

*…Do all Demon Kin women have bodies like this?*

My admiration died instantly. The blood bat shot forward at impossible speed. Wind roared like hungry ghosts from the Abyss, clawing at my body, threatening to rip me away. All thoughts vanished. I clung to Evelyn’s waist with every ounce of strength, determined not to become the first loli Demon King to die in a flying accident.

Yeah.

This ride was *fast*.