Good times always fly by, and cakes always get finished.
Though this loli body hadn’t eaten in ages and had been genuinely starving before Carol fed me, my appetite turned out far smaller than I’d imagined—pathetically tiny, even.
I was full in no time.
*"Hic... no more feeding. I’m stuffed. Take the rest away, ’kay?"*
Waving Carol off, I burped softly and patted my little belly. A strange, warm satisfaction bloomed inside me.
Then, unexpectedly, a pink box flickered into view at the corner of my vision:
**[Real-Time Combat Stats]**
**HP: 300/300**
**MP: 1000/1000**
**Buffs: Full Stomach (Slight Action Boost)**
**Debuffs: None**
**Reputation (EXP): Lv.1 0/100**
*Not bad.* The system monitored my body down to the last detail—even meals triggered buffs.
Compared to before eating, I did feel energized, almost invincible enough to take on ten foes.
Reality check: I’d barely finished a small cake and a glass of milk. My belly was already round, with milk still left in the glass.
My eye twitched slightly. *God, is this really me?* What happened to the campus legend who once devoured four bowls of rice in one sitting?
And Sibyl—according to my pre-reincarnation character design—was only nine. Shouldn’t little girls be in their growing phase? What if I stayed short forever?
Per the system, I was currently 128cm. Back on Earth, that’d be below average. Here, among the hulking Demon Kin I’d seen, I was like a kitten next to tigers.
Flat chest? No big deal—I preferred no useless weight up front. But being short sucked. Always looking up at people was bad enough; struggling to reach doorknobs was worse.
*Nope.* I had to eat more. Starting now. That leftover milk? The Great Demon King would chug it.
I turned to Carol, ready to ask for the milk—then froze.
Before my stunned eyes, the black-haired beauty *licked the rim* of my used glass, drained the rest in one gulp, and sighed with bliss.
Her movements were fluid, effortless, almost elegant...
*My ass!* How dare Carol steal a loli’s leftovers?! Even if it was my scraps, she shouldn’t have done it so shamelessly right in front of me!
Was she the poster girl for the Clean Plate Club in this world?
Noticing my glare, Carol set down the glass, puzzled.
"Hm? Your Majesty, Great Demon King Sibyl... you seem displeased. Did my food disappoint you?"
*"..."*
I was furious—but too prideful to admit I was mad about the milk. After all, I’d just told her to clear the table.
Since she’d made this food, I’d punish her with a white lie.
"Yeah. It tastes awful. R-really terrible," I lied through my teeth.
*Heh. She’ll be crushed when the Overlord rejects her cooking.*
But some jokes backfire.
*"..."*
Carol’s eyes widened in shock—then softened into calm understanding.
"I see. You dislike human chefs’ dishes. They’ve outlived their purpose. I’ll send them where they belong. Next time, I’ll cook for you personally. My apologies, Your Majesty."
"Wait... you didn’t make this cake?"
"No, Your Majesty. Few Demon Kin know cooking. These pastries were made by captured royal bakers from the human kingdom. I apologize they failed your taste."
"You meant... to kill them?"
"Anyone who serves subpar food to the Great Demon King Sibyl forfeits their right to live."
She smiled—a chillingly familiar smile. The kind I’d seen on every yandere character back in my old world.
A shiver shot down my spine. This gentle maid was a full-blown psycho. She’d probably dismember those bakers limb by limb.
*...*
Humans were technically my enemies here. But getting them killed over my petty lie? My stomach twisted.
Worst part? That cake was *delicious*.
*Screw pride.* If Carol’s cooking sucked after wiping out the bakers, my comfy new life was doomed.
"I’m sorry... Carol-nee. I lied," I whispered, burning with shame. "The cake was amazing. I was just mad you drank my leftover milk like that. Please don’t hurt the bakers. I’m really sorry!"
Carol’s expression shifted. She fell silent for seconds, then sighed softly.
"No need to apologize, Your Majesty. I lied too. *I* made that cake."
*Figures.*
I exhaled in relief. Good thing I came clean. Who knew what she’d have done otherwise?
Plus—her cooking was fantastic. My taste buds were saved.
Then her next words froze my blood:
"But little Sibyl—even as Overlord, children who lie must be punished."
Her strong hands pinned me effortlessly against her chest. I was powerless to struggle.
*What was Carol planning?!*
