While the pink-haired loli Overlord slept soundly, in a hidden corner of the castle, Evelyn elegantly dabbed blood specks from her right arm with a handkerchief. Her crimson eyes held pure disdain, burning with nearly tangible phantom flames.
Two shattered Demon Kin corpses lay beside her. Their chests were torn open, hearts missing. Dark purple blood pooled across the floor.
After wiping her arm clean, Evelyn pointed her right index finger at the bodies. She chanted a silent spell. Black flames summoned from the void engulfed the corpses, reducing them to nothing—not even ash remained.
Nearby, Carol watched quietly before speaking with mild confusion:
"Evelyn, these two were Mid Tier Demons. Their blood held considerable magic. Won’t you save it for your blood servants?"
"Heh… Wasteful, perhaps. But traitors’ blood holds no nourishment. Mercy killing suffices." Evelyn’s gaze shifted. "You, however—shouldn’t you check on that little loli? She’s probably already left her room to wander."
Carol smiled, conjuring a magic mirror showing Sibyl’s room in real-time. "Relax. See this surveillance mirror? Great Demon King Sibyl is perfectly obedient—still sleeping in bed."
"Impossible. She stayed put without coercion? Did you use a mind crystal on her?" Evelyn’s surprise was palpable.
"Alan hasn’t given me one yet. Even if he did, it wouldn’t work well on Great Demon King Sibyl." Carol adjusted her glasses. "As I’ve said: our Overlord isn’t just adorably cute—she’s clever. She always chooses wisely."
"Tch… Poor child," Evelyn sighed softly. "If Alan hadn’t insisted on summoning a controllable Overlord, she’d still be cherished by her parents in her original world. Not trapped here… reduced to Alan’s pawn for sniffing out traitors."
"Huh? The ever-cold War Sovereign Evelyn… feeling sympathy?" Carol teased. "Has the Great Demon King’s cuteness conquered you?"
"That pitiful little face *is* tempting," Evelyn licked her lips, "but not enough to conquer me. I simply crave the taste of her blood—preferably sipped straight from her neck. There’s an oddly sweet fragrance in the Overlord’s veins… utterly irresistible."
"Oh? So the vampire just wants to *eat* her," Carol chuckled. "I’ll keep Sibyl-sama far from you next time."
"Proudly honest, unlike you. You—a Succubus who’s ruined countless noble ladies—have no designs on our Overlord?"
"Sibyl is our Great Demon King. What designs could I possibly have?" Carol shrugged. "Time to deliver her meal."
Evelyn nodded. "I’ll report to Alan. Tend to the Overlord well."
She snapped her fingers. Her body dissolved into crimson mist like wind-scattered sand, then coalesced into a swarm of blood-red bats that shot away at blinding speed.
Carol watched her vanish, pushed her frameless glasses up thoughtfully, and chuckled. She stepped into the shadows, disappearing without haste.
...
I had a dream.
In it, I’d already led the Demon Kin armies to conquer this entire world. Triumphant, I leaped off my wyvern and plopped onto the Abyssal Throne—a dazzling seat carved from rainbow crystal. I crossed my legs with arrogant flair, gazing down at the masses.
To my left knelt countless Demon Kin. To my right, conquered humans and other Light Forces races bowed in submission. Above, gargoyles, harpies, and… ahem, *fallen angels* danced in the sky, weaving hymns of praise for my reign.
"Long live the world’s most adorable Great Demon King Sibyl! Ten thousand years! A hundred million years!"
The cheers echoed strangely, but I smiled and accepted them as my due.
"Omnipotent Great Demon King Sibyl," a reverent voice called from my left, "please share your thoughts on conquering this world!"
Post-victory speeches seemed expected. I took the microphone handed to me, cleared my throat theatrically, and chirped in my sweetest voice:
"Thanks for the invite! Currently in another world, just dismounted my wyvern. Conquering? Not hard at all. Let minions handle the messy battles. I just sell some moe—kawaii-powered governance solves everything."
"*Ehehe~*"
I finished with a flawless head-tilt, tongue-out, finger-tap-to-temple pose—utterly unconcerned that my name might someday be memed as "Sib) (yl."
The crowd erupted. "Sibyl-sama is the world’s most adorable!" roared louder than ever.
"And the human Valiant Heroine?" a sarcastic voice cut in from the right. "Did she never trouble you?"
Unfazed, I waved a hand. "The busty cutie? We’re evenly matched. I grope her all the time."
"*Oho!!! Ura!!!"*
The Demon Kin roared fiercer. The subdued humans cheered too. Everyone was thrilled. Perfect.
The celebration swelled—until rain suddenly fell from the cloudless sky.
No. Not rain. Candy and tiny cakes drifted down at a gravity-defying crawl, within arm’s reach.
I reached out instinctively. But they passed right through my fingers—as if my hand didn’t exist.
The kneeling masses had vanished too, but I barely noticed.
My ahoge shot straight up in shock when I failed to catch the treats. I tried again. And again. Nothing.
Hurt welled in my chest—until a strawberry cake the size of a swimming pool materialized before me.
I didn’t question it. I pounced. This time, the cake was real. I buried myself in its sweetness as the world dimmed, leaving only me and endless cake.
My body sank deeper… deeper… wrapped in strange warmth… until I drowned in it.
I jolted awake.
Eyes flying open, I found myself still in bed. Carol sat beside me, holding a large tray.
Simultaneously, rich food aromas flooded my nose. I focused—and saw Carol dangling a small, steaming slice of cake under my nose, swaying it gently with a mysterious smile.
"*Aaah!*" I snapped it up instinctively. Sweetness exploded on my tongue, jolting me fully awake.
