Minutes later.

Under the “coercion” of the other two, Evelyn formally apologized to me. She performed what seemed to be an exceptionally solemn ritual among the Demon Kin—first inviting me to take the seat of honor, then kneeling on one knee. She placed her palms flat upon my knees, bowed her forehead to touch them, and begged for my forgiveness in deeply respectful tones.

Throughout the ritual, Evelyn wore a rare expression of gravity. Carol and Alan stood silently nearby, watching without a word.

Yet no matter how serious Evelyn’s face was, it couldn’t hide the fact that she’d gotten a full view up my skirt the moment she knelt.

*Damn it. I haven’t even seen my own panties yet—how did these subordinates all get a sneak peek?!*

If only I’d designed more outfits for this pink-haired loli body back when I created it. At the very least, I should’ve swapped the short skirt for shorts. Or added safety shorts. Anything.

I was already discovering the unique struggles of being a girl. Those cute little skirts? Take two steps and your butt feels drafty. Forget about modesty—there’s zero sense of security.

Back on Earth, I’d thought safety shorts were the most useless invention ever. But now…

*Ahem.* I still think that. But it shouldn’t conflict with wanting an extra layer under my panties… right?

Still, I couldn’t dwell on clothing. I couldn’t exactly order these unreliable subordinates to find me safety shorts—even if this world had them. Though that fleeting glimpse of Evelyn’s black lace had raised my hopes for this world’s civilization level. If they could craft such refined undergarments, their industry and quality of life might be decent. Good news for a transmigrator like me.

*Wait… why am I even thinking like this?*

…

After accepting Evelyn’s apology and playing along with the performance, the initial panic of my transmigration faded. Excitement surged in its place.

I’d grasped my three subordinates’ personalities and their attitudes toward me. I’d set mental alarms. Since they wanted to use me—and kept trying to boost my favor—they likely wouldn’t harm me. For now, I’d just play along.

My current strength was pitiful. But if everyone here, including me, had levels, there had to be ways to level up.

As a loli Overlord, my growth stats looked promising. Rough calculations showed my projected stats at Level 60:

**HP:** 18,000/18,000

**MP:** 30,500/30,500

**Physical ATK:** 310

**Magic ATK:** 3,050

**Physical RES:** 915

**Magic RES:** 1,220

**HP Regen:** 180/unit time

**MP Regen:** 600/unit time

**Dodge:** 305

**Luck:** 9

Unawakened, even at Level 60, my stats wouldn’t match Evelyn’s—or Alan’s. But with my 50% bonus damage against Demon Kin, I might stand a chance around Level 50.

Next step: find a safe spot to grind levels. Once I surpassed them, I’d bring each under my control.

If this were a Blue Star MMO, getting a starter account like this would have me laughing in my sleep.

My base stats were mediocre, but with all those powerful passives? Once I grew stronger, I could pull off those classic novel tropes—overpowering higher-level foes, flipping the script with “thirty years east of the river, thirty years west.”

And hey—I was the *actual* Overlord. My innate prestige meant I could flex without cringe.

…Well, except for the part where said Overlord was a harmless-looking pink-haired little girl.

All this summed up in four words:

*Bright future ahead.*

Give me leveling time. I’ll give you a world at my feet.

But that time had to be earned. First, I needed to handle these three subordinates—break free from their control and secure freedom to train.

Stick to this plan, and one day, defeating human armies, unifying the realm, and counting coins while lounging on the Valiant Heroine’s lap wouldn’t be just a dream.

The thought made me clench my fist. My fighting spirit blazed.

“Great Demon King? Great Demon King?”

“…Huh?”

A gentle shake pulled me from my analysis. I’d zoned out for ages after accepting Evelyn’s apology—all under my subordinates’ watchful eyes.

“Your Eminence, Great Demon King Sibyl,” Carol’s soothing voice reached me. The black-haired beauty before me smiled warmly as my gaze met hers. Behind her thin-rimmed glasses, her emerald eyes whispered, *Trust everything to me.*

*Tch. This gentle older sister act is dangerously hard to dislike…*

If not for the demon horns on her head, I’d never believe she belonged to the forces of darkness.

What was her *true* nature?

A flicker of curiosity made me activate **[Overlord’s Detection]** on Carol.

…

**Carol Fonna**

**Personality:** Gentle, considerate / Moderate Yandere

**Level:** 62

**Awakened**

**HP:** 6,500/6,500

**MP:** 34,000/34,000

**Physical ATK:** 260

**Magic ATK:** 3,900

**Physical RES:** 650

**Magic RES:** 1,290

**Dodge:** 390

**Luck:** 3

**Class:** Demon Kin High Priestess

**Race:** Succubus (Awakened)

**Divine Spark:** Locked

**Key Skills (incl. passives):**

Shadow Torrent (LV6)

Hell’s Kiss (LV6)

True Hellfire (LV6)

Charm (LV6)

Mind Control (LV6)

*(Lower-level skills omitted)*

**Specialties:**

Lost Words: Primordial Sacrifice (LV1)

Ritual Aura (LV3)

Blood Summoning (LV5)

Forbidden Summoning (LV1)

…

???

*Black question marks?*

For the first time, an underling’s stat sheet left me stunned. My eyes widened.

*What the hell is “Moderate Yandere”?*

*What the hell is “Succubus (Awakened)”?*

*And WHAT THE HELL IS “MIND CONTROL”?!*

Compared to Evelyn or Alan, Carol’s stats shattered my expectations. But the real shock was her personality.

*This woman is a YANDERE?!*

As I reeled, Carol’s next words followed smoothly:

“Hmm…? Great Demon King Sibyl… were you scanning my attributes?”

Her voice remained gentle, but it now carried a razor’s edge.

*Terrifying.* Her sweetness was like the Venus flytrap’s nectar—luring greedy insects into a death trap.

*Am I her next prey?*

A shiver ran down my spine.

Carol gave a faint nod at my reaction. Evelyn, however, frowned.

“Heh… So you know detection magic too. Truly worthy of an Overlord—even such advanced spells come easily to you.” Her tone turned icy. “Sibyl-sama, you must have scanned all three of us by now. But as our Great Demon King, casually prying into others’ attributes is… disrespectful. Uncouth.”

“I-I’m sorry…” I blurted out instinctively.

*Since when did I get scolded for this?!*

“No need to apologize, Your Eminence,” Carol murmured, eyes crinkling into a smile. “Don’t worry that our stats far exceed yours. We’d never harm you. Just follow our carefully prepared arrangements.”

“Enough chatter, Carol,” Alan cut in impatiently. “Take the Overlord to her seat. Evelyn, bring the map. We need to brief her on the situation *and* plan the next counteroffensive. The humans will reach our stronghold if we delay.”

“Please come with me, Your Eminence.” Carol reached for my hand without warning.

I yanked my hand back. To avoid the freshly traumatizing yandere, I leaned hard into my loli persona:

“No thanks! I’m niiine years old—I won’t trip walking by myself!”

The childish line felt cringey, but survival instinct screamed: *Distance from yandere = no midnight cleaver encounters.* Until I knew if resurrection existed here, I wasn’t gambling with my life.

*Less contact. Safer.*

“…”

Carol froze, hand still outstretched. Disappointment flickered across her face, but she didn’t pursue.

I marched toward the head of the round table—only to be stopped by a cold, blunt voice beside me:

“Overlord. Wrong seat. That’s not yours.”

I turned. Alan, the violet-haired Demon Kin wearing a bone crown, had already claimed the chair. He shot me a challenging glare.