"Oh... I'm sorry. Did my earlier words trouble you, Great Demon King Sibyl...?"

Noticing the shift in my expression, Carol offered a gentle smile. Her hand rose slowly, stroking my head with tender care as she murmured soothingly:

"Don’t be afraid, Great Demon King. You needn’t overthink things. Just fulfill your duties. No matter what happens—"

The raven-haired beauty leaned close, her whisper brushing my ear.

"—I will protect you. I swear on the name Carol Fonna: no harm shall ever touch our precious Great Demon King. Trust me."

Her voice remained soft, yet I sensed unwavering resolve—mirrored in her emerald eyes.

Could I trust this raven-haired succubus?

Since my transmigration, Carol had shown far more interest in me than the other two High Rank Demons. Her warmth had drawn in this loli-craving soul, securing most of my company. Though... she’d also revealed certain... *unconventional* quirks along the way.

Setting those aside—why was she so devoted?

I cut straight to the point:

"Why would you say such things, Sister Carol? We’d never met before today. You’ve hovered by my side since my arrival, so eager to help... Is it truly just because I’m the Overlord?"

Carol fell silent for a few seconds, then chuckled softly.

"Hmm... So you still don’t know. I thought you’d guessed."

"Sister Carol, I want the truth." My cute voice held steel.

"Then... Great Demon King, do you know your *origin*?"

"My origin? Origin of *what*?" Her question left me baffled.

"..."

Unexpectedly, the raven-haired beauty didn’t explain. Instead, she nodded carefully—then traced my right horn with feather-light fingertips, her tone shifting to admiration:

"O peerless Great Demon King Sibyl, your horns are utterly adorable. Small, with a subtle right-handed spiral, and the purest, unblemished dark brown hue—"

"What are you—"

"—Among succubi, this is the epitome of *beauty*. Haven’t you realized, Great Demon King? Your race is the same as mine. We share the same dark origin. Protecting you is only natural."

"*Succubus*?!"

My eyes widened. I jabbed a tiny finger at myself, voice trembling:

"*Me*?!"

Now Carol looked stunned. "Surely... you knew your own race?!"

"......"

I froze solid, questioning my entire existence.

*Mistake. This has to be a mistake!*

Why would the mighty, dignified Demon Overlord be a *succubus*—the undisputed queen of... certain illustrated materials?! If a god of reincarnation existed, may their grocery bills double! May their dad’s poker hand always lack the seven! May their grandpa get heckled at chess!

*(The pink-haired little demon lord was automatically muted by the system for foul language.)*

...

After a long while, I snapped back.

*No. This isn’t that simple.*

My system screen clearly stated: **Race: [Unknown] (Unawakened)**. Jumping to conclusions was premature! Carol must be mistaken. Yes!

The Great Demon King’s race couldn’t possibly be a "professional troublemaker" like succubi! Even Allen’s shadow demon bloodline sounded more dignified!

"Great Demon King Sibyl? Are you alright?"

Gentle shaking pulled me back. Carol watched me, worry etched on her face.

"I’m fine..." My reply came out weak.

"Your reaction earlier... were you surprised by our succubus race?"

She chose her words carefully. I understood the real question:

*Does the Overlord disdain succubi?*

I hesitated. "No... In my old world, succubi were seen as evil fantasy creatures. Their image wasn’t... positive."

Carol’s brow furrowed slightly. "As Demon Kin, being viewed poorly by humans isn’t unusual. Do you hold prejudice against us?"

"No! Sister Carol, that’s not it..." I shook my head frantically. "In my world, succubi were actually quite... *popular* among the masses. Ahem. But becoming one yourself feels... a bit..."

"A bit..."

My mind blanked. Words failed me.

"...weird?"

Carol fell silent for a moment, then nodded as if understanding. Her voice softened:

"It’s alright, Great Demon King. You’re new to our world. Misunderstandings about succubi are natural. Don’t worry—in this realm, we’re not weaklings. We’re one of the top two among the nine Wise Demons."

"Nearly every succubus is born with potent magic affinity, especially in soul-based mind magic. On battlefields, we disrupt enemy mages’ chants, puppet weak-willed foes, and even shatter mighty warriors’ souls through targeted seduction. Every soul we harvest—" She paused, bowing slightly. "—forgive my bluntness, Great Demon King—"

Carol suddenly wrapped her arms around me from behind. One hand lifted the hem of my thin shirt at my waist; the other hovered over my bare stomach.

"—is stored within our *Soul Mark*, becoming sustenance. It transforms into pure mana, nourishing our bodies... Oh, heavens. Great Demon King Sibyl, your Soul Mark is... *exquisite*."

My gaze followed her hand downward. There, etched on my lower belly, lay a breathtaking pattern of pale pink lines: two small hearts cradling a larger one, woven with delicate floral vines.

I nearly had a heart attack. My soul almost fled to heaven.

As a former illustrator of... *certain materials*... I knew *exactly* what that symbol meant.

*That* mark only appeared on one race.

*Succubi.*

My suspicion in that mysterious mirror room had been confirmed. I, Sibyl Daliana, the peerless Overlord, was truly a pink-haired succubus loli. Such were destiny’s cruel twists.