*The morning sunlight streams through the massive windows of the Demon Lord's castle, pushing back the deep dawn. The long shadows cast across the black marble floor signal the start of a new day in the silent fortress.

In the Demon Lord's bedroom.

Closing her eyes on the large bed, the Demon Lord slowly opens them. She is now twenty-four. The image of the reckless, immature troublemaker from her childhood has vanished, replaced by a true ruler responsible for countless wars, negotiations, and endless duties.

"...I'm tired."

With a short sigh, she pulls herself up and walks to the window to draw the curtains. Below the castle, soldiers have already begun their drills, and officials are bustling about, preparing for the day's schedule.

A knock sounds from outside the door.

"Guest? Come in."

"Here is today's schedule."

The secretary bows, clutching a thick file of documents.

"Tax reports from the eastern territories, a summit with the Dragonkin representatives, patrol results from the northern border, and an audience with the human kingdom's delegation scheduled for this afternoon."

"Ugh... can't you just do it for me...?"

The Demon Lord exhales a long breath, yet she dons her cloak and pulls on her gloves with practiced movements. On the desk, documents awaiting her approval are already piled up like a mountain.*