After returning to my room, I still felt restless. That blank-faced human White Haired Lolita lingered stubbornly in my mind.

Who was she? Why had she appeared in that state, in that place?

What exactly had Carol done to her??

I recalled Evelyn’s teasing remark about Carol being "obsessed with little girls." It hadn’t been a joke—it was true.

And judging by recent signs, this guy was clearly a man of action, not just empty words.

I should’ve seen it earlier: Carol’s unnerving skill while caring for me, the flicker of pleasure on her face when inventing punishments… Yet until now, I’d never truly taken it seriously. I’d been blind to the danger lurking around me.

Without my identity as the Overlord shielding me—what would Carol have done to me?

Would I end up like that White Haired Lolita? Collared, expressionless, trailing her through dungeon corridors toward some bleak, unknown fate?

Carol’s image in my heart had plummeted to absolute zero. Strangely, I wasn’t even surprised.

*This* was the true "evil" lurking within the so-called "dark" forces.

In other words—

*This* was what Demon Kin truly were.

In countless novels, demon villains capturing young human maidens as sacrifices, playthings, test subjects… or worse… wasn’t that perfectly normal?

Besides, my skill 【Overlords Detection】 had warned me from the start: all three subordinates had… complicated personalities. Only Alan’s two female companions had behaved decently before me, sparing me the terror and oppression expected in a dark lord’s stronghold.

I sensed that terror wasn’t absent—it was simply hidden from my eyes. Had it not been for this coincidence, I might never have seen that White Haired Lolita.

So… what should I, the Overlord, do now?

Pretend nothing happened?

It might be the wisest choice. But as someone who adores little girls, I couldn’t ignore that incredibly cute White Haired Lolita suffering such a fate. This might be meddling, but I won’t regret it. Pretending otherwise? I’d only disappoint my future self. Besides—this involved Carol. I needed to uncover her true face.

Some things This Overlord cannot overlook. *This* is the dignity and duty befitting a Demon Lord!

Heh. My blood’s already boiling.

I must confront Carol directly.

I caught Evelyn’s hand as she waved it before my eyes, calling, "Great Demon King, wake up! Stop spacing out!"

"Evelyn," I said firmly, "in the name of Great Demon King Sibyl—I need your help."

Evelyn paused. A flicker of amusement crossed her eyes before vanishing into solemn respect. "It is my honor to serve you, Your Supreme Majesty. Command me."

"Bring Carol—and the collared human girl—to this room. I have questions for them."

"Heh~ As you wish, my Lord."

Evelyn bowed deeply, elegantly. Then she strode to the door, her body swirling into crimson mist and vanishing—so swiftly she didn’t even close the door behind her.

Naturally, I had no heart to wander. I simply waited.

What I didn’t expect was the danger already closing in.

Barely two minutes after Evelyn left, heavy, hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor. Before I could react, a towering figure clad head-to-toe in black robes stood silhouetted in the doorway.

I jumped in shock. But before I could utter the classic line—"Who are you?"—the robed figure raised a hand, chanting under their breath.

I couldn’t make out the words. But a pitch-black hexagram flared beneath my feet. A wave of menace surged from it, making my whole body shudder.

Ghostly emerald blades, oozing corrosive energy, materialized from the magic circle. They shot upward like spears. An invisible force locked my limbs in place. I couldn’t dodge. I could only watch helplessly as the ominous blades aimed for my petite lolita frame—ready to skewer me like candied haws.

My earlier interactions with the girls had made me forget the traitorous assassins lurking among the Demon Kin. Now, my carelessness was about to cost me dearly.