Come to think of it... since I transmigrated to this other world, I haven't really done anything serious besides acting cute, playing along with my subordinates, and occasionally spouting random analysis.

I need to go over the plot from the start.

When first summoned, I saw how trashy the Demon Kin army was. I also met a few High Rank Demons as subordinates. Standard opening—an overused trope—nothing special.

But things went off-script after Evelyn led me, as the Overlord, to the council hall.

Setting aside almost being eaten by that silver-haired vampire, my gathered subordinates didn't brief me on this world or the war. Instead, Alan—the Demon Kin strategist and main culprit—directly exposed the conflict, trying to force my submission with threats.

Honestly, it's my fault for ignoring the system's warning and picking this high-magic world. To them, my weak self was a hot commodity: easy to control and valuable.

The title "Great Demon King" was useless. It might impress outsiders, but if I threatened their power, the consequences would be obvious.

In fact, being an utterly harmless, adorable pink-haired loli worked better than "Great Demon King." My clever self used that cute act to escape danger.

After many unexpected events, Carol carried me to this room. She kept me here "to rest," which felt like house arrest.

I get that, but what happened during her brief absence confused me most.

Those two knockers didn't follow the script. After I interrupted their singing, they just vanished—I didn't even see their faces.

If they were traitors, how unreliable! They had a perfect chance to break in and assassinate me but lacked the guts. Total amateurs.

Carol's actions were puzzling too. She seemed to know about a mole in the Demon Kin yet risked using me—the Great Demon King—as bait instead of safer methods. And she hasn't mentioned it since returning. What's her game?

That was bad enough, but worse followed.

Fairly, Carol's care has been meticulous. But her personality is awful for a loli like me. Given any chance, she reveals her creepy loli fetish. I carelessly triggered it and got spanked for it.

Ugh, just thinking about it makes me rant. That awful Carol hits super hard. Even when I cried, she barely eased up. Zero gentleness—so over the top.

...Wait, why is that embarrassing scene replaying in my head? Do I have hidden masochistic tendencies?

No, no—my main consciousness must change the channel. Dwelling on it will turn me weird.

Ahem. Focus on serious matters. In less than an afternoon since transmigrating, I've faced much. But the mole incident's outcome bothers me most.

Simply put: the fate of those two idiots who knocked, ruined my nap, butchered a nursery rhyme without paying copyright fees.

My current intel is scattered fragments. Reasoning from this is unreliable. I need more.

As the almighty Great Demon King Sibyl, the easiest way is to ask my subordinates directly.

"Carol, when I was alone earlier, someone knocked on the door," I said in a cute, childish voice, serious tone.

"Hmm?" The black-haired beauty raised an eyebrow, expression unchanged.

"There were two. They sang a weird nursery rhyme through the door, demanding I open it. But I followed your orders and didn't. After I threw the crystal ball, they fled. Sister Carol didn't come right away, and I didn't dare check... so what happened next?"

Carol chuckled lightly.

"Ha... Almighty Great Demon King Sibyl, my deepest apologies for not comforting you immediately. Those two—you've surely guessed—are traitors within our Demon Kin."

"Traitors?"

I nodded slightly. As expected.

"Correct, Great Demon King. The situation is grim. Our Western Demons' territory is now just Demon Valley and the Devil King Fortress. Beyond low-level grunts, many intelligent Demon Kin races are cowardly. Seeking future 'paths,' they've colluded with the Light Forces alliance, leaking secrets. Often, our troop deployments trigger their instant countermeasures—even your arrival intel reached them first."

"Of course, we're not passive. Infiltration is mutual; we have moles in the Light Forces too. That's how we three High Rank Demons learned of the assassination plot. But if you hadn't smashed the crystal ball in time, a simple teleportation array outside would've been complete. I was nearby, yet its activation would've been troublesome."

I realized something, eyes widening.

"A simple teleportation array?? Carol, you mean they wanted to teleport someone in?"

"Exactly. They'd locked your location. The knocking and singing bought time. A slower reaction, and that array might've finished."

"Wait... why bother? For an assassination, why not build it silently?"

"As expected of the Great Demon King, spotting the blind spot. Those two were sacrificial pawns—distractions to lower our guard. Sacrificing them was normal. A slow reaction would've let them summon the Valiant Heroine to trouble you. Failure wouldn't matter; the real assassin hides among the Demon Kin, unseen."

Carol smiled gently, as if discussing mundane matters. But my small body began trembling involuntarily.

Even before this loli Overlord fully knew this world, assassination attempts from the Light Forces were already underway.

My enemies seem far scarier than I imagined.