Though Evelyn stripped me completely bare, this silver-haired vampire ultimately did nothing strange to me. Her eyes held no extra ripples as she stared at my naked body—only a flicker of surprise at the Soul Mark on my lower abdomen. She didn’t comment on it at all.

As if this lolita body held zero appeal. So unfair.

...Wait, why am I even upset? Shouldn’t I be relieved she’s not a lolicon freak like Carol?

This weird, hollow feeling—like my proudest treasure got dismissed—what even is this? Am I a pervert too?

I shook my head, tossing those miserable thoughts aside.

Anyway, the dressing-up game was over. Now I wore a lavish gothic princess gown I’d never have tried back on Earth—well, probably couldn’t have. My whole aura shifted. Even trapped in this soft, squishable pink-haired lolita shell, I suddenly radiated elegance.

Put simply: before, I looked and felt nothing like an Overlord. Now? At least outwardly, I could stand tall and claim the title of Great Demon King Sibyl with pride.

Honestly, this gothic-style outfit totally matched my taste. Only difference? I used to enjoy *watching* cute girls wear it. Now I’m the one wearing it. Life’s unpredictable, huh?

The fabric felt brand-new. Even under perfume, I caught a distinct scent—like freshly cut wood—from the threads. Kinda nice.

Was this made just for me? ...But that shouldn’t be possible. Sure, it fit perfectly, but the intricate craftsmanship? This world’s production level couldn’t whip up such luxury overnight.

If science couldn’t explain it... was it magic? Some legendary "wish-and-it-appears" creation spell?

Way too fairy-tale-ish.

While I puzzled over the dress, Evelyn studied me too. Her artist’s gaze swept over me critically, like inspecting her own masterpiece. Finally, she nodded in satisfaction.

"Mmm~ Perfect. Great Demon King Sibyl, please follow me."

She released the levitation magic holding me aloft—but didn’t scoop me up again. Probably afraid to wrinkle this pristine gown.

"Where to?" I asked naturally.

"The castle’s main hall. To show you something... delightful."

"W-What?" I squeaked.

Evelyn smiled.

"Your ever-loyal Mid Tier Demons, of course. They’ve heard of your arrival but haven’t seen you yet. Time for a proper introduction."

My petite frame trembled. According to Carol, those two troublemakers at my door were Mid Tier Demons. The real assassin likely hid among the crowd I’d soon face. Even with Evelyn’s protection, panic clawed at me.

"Mid Tier Demons? Sister Evelyn, Carol said there are dangerous traitors among them! I don’t want to meet them!"

"Oh my~ That careless Carol," Evelyn murmured, frowning slightly before smoothing her expression. Rarely gentle, she added: "Fear not, Great Demon King Sibyl. Traitors are merely a handful. The rest are utterly devoted—to you, to all Demon Kin. Seeing you will redeem their souls. Wash away two years of war-born doubt. Remake them into warriors ready to die for our race. Please don’t refuse."

"B-But... weren’t they present during my summoning?"

"My, my. Sharp as ever, Overlord." Evelyn chuckled. "When you descended, only us three High Rank Demons and common grunts attended. The Mid Tier Demons were at their posts. Not a single one has laid eyes on you."