Alan seemed to notice my clenched fists and the obvious fury in my eyes. He frowned slightly, flicked his fingers, and guided the black orb closer to me.
Caught off guard, I was hit by its ominous aura. Waves of nausea and soul-deep terror crashed over me—the raw fear of death.
"Great Demon King," Alan said impatiently, "can’t you see the situation? You have no other choice. Obey, or else. I’ve made that clear."
"You—"
I stumbled back, pale-faced. Only then did I realize my whole body was trembling.
A pink box suddenly popped up in the corner of my vision. It confirmed Alan’s threat wasn’t empty.
[Real-time Combat Data]
[HP: 170/300]
[MP: 1000/1000]
[Buffs: None]
[Debuffs: Severe Weakness (90% damage reduction), Intense Fear (combat will drastically lowered), Minor Curse (HP slowly draining)]
[Reputation (EXP): Lv1 0/100]
Just a brush with that aura halved my HP. What if it hit me directly?
I shuddered. Weakness and debuffs weighed me down. My legs gave way, and I collapsed onto the floor—pitiful, my royal dignity gone. All I wanted was to escape that black orb.
This wasn’t a game with infinite respawns. One hit would wipe my HP bar, triggering my last-stand passive. After it ended? Game over.
No. No way.
My ahoge, stiff with anger moments ago, now lay flat. Death’s threat shattered my cold calculations. Data was data, reality was reality. I wasn’t some emotionless robot—I was scared.
In despair, you cling to straws. My only hope was the two Demon Kin beauties watching silently. Only they could stop Alan.
I shifted my gaze to Evelyn, the closer one. My eyes screamed fear and hope—no words needed.
The silver-haired vampire visibly softened. She sighed, seeing me shiver uncontrollably. She couldn’t stand by anymore.
I’d gambled right.
Evelyn frowned, pulled an umbrella from subspace, and waved it lightly. The black orb vanished. She locked eyes with Alan, voice icy:
"Alan, you’ve gone too far. The Great Demon King is just a little girl. Even to make her obey, this is unacceptable. Threatening a cute loli with death—is this the strategy of Western Demons’ leaders? Pathetic."
Watching this, I breathed easier. Evelyn’s jab at Alan gave me a secret thrill.
My cute loli appearance had saved me. Even this evil Demon Kin, this vampire who saw me as food, intervened. All thanks to that dubious passive: [Moe].
Unique Passive. Drastically reduces hostility from intelligent races via special behaviors.
In practice, "special behaviors" seemed broad—a single look triggered it.
Alan, the violet-haired Demon Kin, froze in shock. After seconds, his voice cracked with rage:
"Evelyn! Are you sabotaging my plan? Sibyl was about to yield! We Demon Kin do whatever it takes to win. What’s your problem?"
A flicker of disgust crossed Evelyn’s crimson eyes. She raised her umbrella, pointing it at him. "Heh. No problem, Lord Alan. I just hate bullies picking on a loli Great Demon King. Want to fight?"
Alan’s face darkened. He glared at the silver-haired vampire. She glared back, unflinching.
As they locked in a blink-free staring contest, High Priestess Carol slipped to my side. Without a word, she chanted high-tier healing spells.
Soft light enveloped me. My HP refilled. Debuffs vanished.
"Almighty Sibyl Demon Lord," Carol murmured gently, "I apologize for what happened. Please rest in your prepared room. I’ll protect you."
She swept me up in a princess carry, ignoring the glaring pair. She strode toward the door. The furious High Rank Demons didn’t block us.
This time, even knowing this black-haired beauty hid an unspeakable side, I didn’t order her to put me down. Carol’s gentle facade was far easier to handle than Alan’s cruelty or Evelyn’s aloofness.
Curled in her arms, my sky-blue eyes heavy with exhaustion, I craved rest. Not just from fear—my isekai start was a mess.
I’d dreamed of a harem, grinding monsters, dominating this world. Instead, the plot twisted dark from the start.
Maybe my pink-haired loli charm helped. Evelyn stopped Alan’s threat; Carol whisked me away. But Alan…
I now saw the violet-haired Demon Kin as an enemy to eliminate.
All three subordinates lived up to Demon Kin evil—complicated personalities. I was just their summoned tool.
Their goal? Using me to empower weak Demon Kin grunts. Only a Demon Lord could do it—that’s why they summoned me.
I could surrender, play pawn, repel human armies with their help. Maybe sneakily level up, then counter-kill Alan later. But such a cramped life? Unacceptable.
I’d finally gotten an isekai chance—as a Demon Lord! I’d live freely and brilliantly.
First, remove the obstacle: Alan, who saw loli me as a tool.
Attacking him directly? Too risky. 35% success chance—I couldn’t bet my life.
Stay calm. Weigh options. Choose wisely.
If 100 hits had a 35% chance to one-shot him, 300 hits would guarantee it. Or if he stood still as a live target? 100 Minor Fireballs might trigger my passive.
How to make Alan willingly be my punching bag?
I had only two cards: my [Moe] passive, and Alan’s blatant underestimation of my strength and age. How to use them?
My mind raced, forgetting rest. But Carol reached a clean, tidy room too soon.
She set me on the bed, locked the door with a soft click, and smiled as she approached.
Her odd move snapped my thoughts. My nerves tensed again. I stared in terror as the black-haired beauty stepped closer.
What did she want?!
