I continued forward, but after only a few steps, the silver-haired vampire gently placed a hand on my shoulder, signaling me to stop.

I turned around, fixing my gaze on the Mid Tier Demons. I swept my eyes slowly over them again, feigning depth, and deliberately cleared my throat twice to project authority.

Even if I was just a little girl Carol and Evelyn could bully at will, at least before these newly met Mid Tier Demons, I could still radiate the aura befitting a Great Demon King.

From Evelyn’s earlier words, I sensed she wanted me to build a solid image among them—which was why she’d warned me not to trip over flat ground at a time like this.

Well, given the circumstances, I wouldn’t be performing that family heirloom stunt so easily—not when a fragrant breakfast was at stake.

Still, after holding back for so long, this Demon King could finally strut my stuff properly. How utterly celebratory.

Predictably, Evelyn ignored my theatrics. She stepped beside me, knelt on one knee, and raised her right hand palm-up toward me. In a melodic, almost song-like tone, she intoned:

"Fellow Demon Kin! Before you stands this young girl—summoned just yesterday to our world. She is the Dark Sovereign, the one destined to lead us in eradicating the decaying Light. Her true name: Great Demon King Sibyl Daliana!"

All the Mid Tier Demons knelt in unison with Evelyn, their voices thundering loud enough to rupture eardrums:

"Hail the Great Demon King’s arrival! Long live the Great Demon King!"

Wait… that line sounded *way* too familiar. Didn’t I hear it right after I first crossed over?

Beside me, Evelyn’s crimson eyes now burned with fervor. She rose, voice soaring:

"Rejoice! Tremble! Offer your souls and loyalty to the almighty Great Demon King Sibyl!"

"Our bodies shall never betray! Darkness shall endure forever!"

The Mid Tier Demons chanted back like a rehearsed slogan. I barely restrained the urge to clamp my hands over my ears.

Cringe-worthy slogans aside, these demons had zero regard for their Demon King’s eardrums. So damn loud…

Suddenly, my body jolted. A familiar system interface had popped into my vision.

I scanned it instinctively—nothing seemed changed. Same old stats. Level still glaringly LV1. Why’d it appear out of nowhere??

…Wait. No.

The 【Vassals】 tab had actually added new names!

My eyes widened. Were there really fools among the Mid Tier Demons who’d pledge true loyalty after Evelyn’s few hollow slogans?

These were intelligent beings! Had they lost their minds??

If this happened right after my transmigration, I might’ve believed such freebie tropes. But now? Not an ounce of joy stirred in me—only deep suspicion.

Still, data never lied. This system I’d brought with me was useless for combat, but reliable for intel.

【New Vassals Acquired: Low-tier Demon Grunts ×n】

【Mid Tier Demon, Undead, Troye Turing】

【Mid Tier Demon, Beastkin, Lena Sivin】

【Mid Tier Demon, Half-Dragon, Phyllis】

Matching the skeleton, the cat-eared girl, and the mini-dragon.

What a coincidence—all the ones who’d caught my eye became my vassals. Was this fate? Or did Evelyn’s speech really brainwash demons that effectively?

The silver-haired vampire hadn’t noticed my shifting expression. She pressed on, voice brimming with passion:

"In three days, the Great Demon King shall sound the counterattack! We’ll shatter the human coalition’s blockade! Today marks the dawn of Western Demons’ glorious revival! Rejoice for this moment!"

"Urrah!!!"

Evelyn’s words ignited the Mid Tier Demons’ pent-up frenzy. In the vast hall, history repeated itself—just like my first transmigration, they started dancing wildly.

Compared to low-tier grunts, they showed restraint. But when my gaze landed on my new undead vassal—the skeleton with blue-flaming eyes—I nearly choked.

That guy was using his ridiculously long staff… no, *staff*… as a pole. Right there in public, he was pole-dancing!

I stared, speechless, at the undead skeleton swaying its hips in an absurdly seductive pose. My eye twitched. What kind of life had this skeleton lived? Even as an undead, it was this shameless. Was it deliberately messing with me?

What kind of followers did I even have?!

Oh right—undead aren’t *people*. Never mind.

The Mid Tier Demons’ dance party dissolved my last shred of tension. But as the anxiety faded, a strange sensation surged.

Pressure swelled below my abdomen. Reality was reality—even as a Demon King, I was still a biological being with basic needs.

I needed the toilet.

*Now*. Immediately. Unbearably.

Thinking back, I hadn’t gone since yesterday’s transmigration. I’d only drunk the milk Carol gave me, but my bladder had reached its limit.

This loli body’s instincts took over. A flush spread across my cheeks. My legs squeezed tight. My posture wobbled.

No, no—like this… I’m gonna leak!!!

If I wet myself in front of Carol and all these Mid Tier Demons, it’d be social suicide! My Demon King dignity would crumble into oblivion! Damn it!

Hesitation leads to defeat. I tugged Evelyn’s sleeve, voice strained to a whisper:

"Evelyn… sister… I need the toilet… I can’t hold it much longer!!"

Surprise flickered in Evelyn’s eyes before melting back into cool elegance. She cleared her throat lightly, drawing the dancers’ attention. Calmly, she announced:

"The Great Demon King has urgent matters. Dismissed."

"Yes."

Her command was obeyed instantly. The Mid Tier Demons filed out without question. Within a minute, only Evelyn and I remained in the hall.

"Heh~ Lord Sibyl. Though needing the toilet is understandable… it disrupted our plans. So your breakfast—"

"N-Now’s not the time for that! Hurry, take me to the toilet—I-I’m about to leak!!!" Tears welled in my eyes.

I couldn’t see my own face, but I knew it was flushed crimson and shimmering with tears—just like those embarrassing manga heroines in certain… scenarios. But right now, dignity didn’t matter.

Reaching the toilet was all that mattered.

Evelyn paused, then smirked. "My, my. The Great Demon King truly is a handful of a child~ Fine. An exception, just this once."

She snapped her fingers. Familiar magic lifted my body. Then came a brand-new experience I’d never imagined—indoor sprinting at 100 mph.

…

Five minutes later.

I stepped out of the restroom, face serene. The great crisis had been averted. My dignity as Demon King remained intact. Truly, something to celebrate.

Evelyn waited by the door. She chuckled softly. "Well. As punishment, Lord Sibyl’s breakfast should’ve been canceled. But that little Carol insisted otherwise. This time, I’ll let it slide. Follow me."

Tears of gratitude nearly spilled over. After all these trials, I’d finally lived to see the dawn of breakfast. What a struggle.