Thirty minutes later.

Evelyn tied the bow at my chest. I’d been floating in the air for quite a while. She said softly, “Great Demon King Sibyl, please open your eyes.”

I opened them. My gaze locked onto the mirror. I couldn’t help blurting, “Wow, s-so pretty!”

Absolutely stunning.

In the mirror, a little girl of maybe eight or nine stared back. Under the lavish clothes was a petite frame and clear, pale skin. Sky-blue eyes, bright and lively. Waist-length pink hair, carefully tied into twin tails with ribbons. It clashed sharply with the outfit’s somber style.

The pink-haired girl wore a Gothic princess dress. The puff sleeves were black, trimmed in red and white. The bodice hugged her skin. The big red bow at the chest nicely hid the flat-chested drawback, and perfectly set off her doll-like, petite cuteness.

The gothic cut bared her delicate collarbones. Thin black lace straps linked the black-and-white layers, deliberately flashing a seductive inner red. A knee-length skirt, mainly black and red, mixed mystery with cuteness. The ruffled hem fell in black, red, and white tiers, twisting into a quiet, mysterious charm.

At the same time, the girl was forced into super-pinching black peep-toe low heels. Dark-blue bauhinia patterns lay beneath, with dark-purple crystals set in. Under the magic lamp, they sparkled back brightly.

Is that... really me?

The unreality from when I first transmigrated flooded my head again. I stared, stunned, at the me in the mirror, like I’d walked out of an anime. For a moment, I forgot everything else, just zoning out at my own peerless beauty.

Ahem. Looks like my narcissism just ticked up a notch. How delightful.

If earlier, Evelyn beside unkempt me looked like we were from two worlds, then now—now me in a Gothic princess dress and Evelyn in her maid uniform—looked perfect. We were a tsundere little princess and her attendant from some fantasy kingdom. Not a hint of mismatch.

Perfect fit. Tell me it’s a live-action TV show of some anime and I’d buy it.

But truth is, getting into this outfit wasn’t easy. It was even a bit... hard to say out loud.

At first, I didn’t know Evelyn’s “attendant service” included dressing me, not just washing me up. But when she pulled the Gothic princess dress from the Spatial Gem—yeah, that mysterious storage thing I kept calling her Doraemon pocket—I froze. She ordered me to strip naked right in front of her. I knew it wasn’t that simple.

“Hehe~ not a single piece stays on. That includes your panties, Lady Sibyl~”

That’s what Evelyn told a certain loli Overlord who’d been “persuaded” physically to strip to only white panties, arms wrapped over her chest, shivering. As she spoke, she drew a pair of blue-and-white striped panties from the Spatial Gem with extreme grace. She bent and offered them with both hands like a tribute to me, hovering in midair. The respect felt weirdly excessive.

Honestly, the whole scene was pretty bizarre. A big-sister maid bowing so reverently to a nearly naked little loli, like she was presenting some rare treasure—while holding panties. You can imagine the awkwardness.

Setting aside where Evelyn even found a Gothic princess dress this gorgeous—and perfectly sized for me. Why did I have to strip naked in front of her?

I’m the Great Demon King, okay? How could I do something that tramples an Overlord’s dignity! And even if Evelyn’s an undisputed beauty, we’ve known each other less than a day. How could it be that casual!

So I lodged the most serious protest. So the protest failed. So, after a fierce struggle—when she reached for my panties, I even thumped her chest with my tiny fist—I still lost. I took another forehead flick, got stripped bare, and was forced into a dress-up doll.

What a tragic tale, huh.