"Oh my, Great Demon King Sibyl, why do you wear such a terrified expression?"

Carol’s voice remained gentle, yet her steps never faltered.

"Carol, you... what are you planning?" My soft voice trembled with fear.

The door was locked. My other two subordinates were absent. Trapped alone with this raven-haired beauty, resistance seemed futile. If she were an ordinary girl, perhaps I’d stand a chance—but standing before me was a literal yandere!

Was I about to unlock a grotesque ending—dismemberment by a yandere beauty—less than an hour after transmigrating?

"Don’t come closer! If you step any nearer, don’t blame me for being rude!"

I tried warning her with stern seriousness, but my involuntary whimpers and pouty tone made it sound like half-hearted flirtation.

Just as I braced for her to ignore my threat, Carol halted abruptly. She shook her head, eyes filled with regret.

"Sigh... Great Demon King Sibyl, you truly don’t trust me, do you?"

"How could I possibly trust you three?!"

My nerves snapped, blurting out the truth before I could stop myself.

Regret flooded me instantly. These three were clearly tight-knit; my words would surely reach Evelyn and Alan.

But I recovered quickly. As a nine-year-old loli, blunt complaints were normal. Carol’s unsurprised expression was all the confirmation I needed.

Sniffling, I whined:

"The summoning request promised I’d command the Demon Kin army to crush the human invaders! Yet you only wanted to use me as a tool. I’m the Great Demon King, yet you show me no respect... It’s just too much..."

Hot trails slowly traced my cheeks.

Tears.

I was stunned. This loli body cried so easily? A mere sprinkle of negative emotion triggered such a visceral reaction.

*This* was method acting. *This* was authentic performance. Compared to this, my subordinates’ acting was amateur hour.

When Carol heard my sobs, she fell silent. She walked to the bed, pulled a clean handkerchief from her pocket, and gently wiped my tears away. Hesitating briefly, she drew me into her arms, stroking my hair while murmuring comfort.

After all this, I finally grasped a fundamental truth:

Maintaining the persona of a nine-year-old pink-haired loli was crucial. Especially when dealing with the two Demon Kin beauties besides Alan—this mattered more than my title as Overlord.

I didn’t know if Evelyn and Carol had lolicon tendencies, but I *was* certain my passive [Moe] worked on them. To earn their loyalty, this persona was non-negotiable.

Yet after quick analysis, only one archetype justified my behavior from the moment of transmigration to now: the tsundere loli—blunt words masking genuine affection.

*Why did I naturally slip into this trope the moment I woke up? I was perfectly serious before transmigrating!*

No matter. My anime backlog gave me ample tsundere dialogue templates.

I hadn’t planned to cry long. After Carol’s comfort, I quickly composed myself, leaning my head against her ample chest. Hands on hips, I declared in a pouty tone:

"W-what just happened stays between us! Especially my tears—they damage my dignity as Great Demon King! Carol, you absolutely cannot tell them!"

"As you wish, Overlord."

Carol nodded, then paused. Her voice turned solemn:

"Regarding your earlier accusation, Great Demon King Sibyl—I won’t deny we initially intended to use you. But the moment you descended... when I sensed your presence... my resolve changed. My loyalty to you is absolute now."

"You... why?"

I stared at her flawless, smiling face, the question slipping out instinctively.

"A secret, Sibyl-sama." Her fingers brushed my cheek as she whispered, "You’re a ‘Transmigrator,’ aren’t you? Many mysteries weigh on you. Before Evelyn and Alan return to interrupt... ask anything. I’ll answer what I can."

Her words struck me like lightning. *How did she know about ‘Transmigrators’?*

*This defies logic!*

"...? ‘Transmigrator’? I’ve never heard of that." I feigned confusion.

"Your acting is adorable, Great Demon King," Carol chuckled softly. "But lies make little girls’s noses grow long—and ruin such a pretty face. Transmigrators are common here. No need to hide."

"Noses grow long? How would you—wait, *common*?!"

Genuine shock hit me. *I’m not the only one?*

If human armies also had Transmigrators, conquering this world just became exponentially harder.

Carol confirmed my dread:

"Precisely. Many renowned Valiant Heroines summoned by humans are Transmigrators here for ‘quests’ or ‘leveling.’ We Demon Kin rarely summon powerful Transmigrators of our own—that’s why the Light Forces keep crushing our territory. But a Transmigrator as young as you... crowned with the apex title of Demon Lord? Unprecedented."

Her praise brought no joy—only deep unease.

It was like cheating in a battle royale game. If I were the only cheater, I’d dominate the noob pool. But if others cheated too? Eliminating fellow hackers wouldn’t be easy.

Worse—if my cheat was merely a wallhack while theirs were aimbots? Survival itself would be a struggle.

*Damn it...*

My expression darkened briefly before smoothing over. Strangely, the word "Transmigrator" ignited my fighting spirit.

Surrender? Impossible. One day, those human heroes who transmigrated before me would kneel captive, wailing that iconic line upon learning my identity:

*"It should’ve been me! Why did it turn out like this?! I was first! Transmigration, cheating—I was first! ...Sibyl-sama!"*

—*"My lord... the times have changed."*

The pink-haired loli Overlord would murmur from her throne.

*Wait, did some weird crossover just slip in...?*