[Hey, kid.]

“Why, Demon God?”

After her earlier outburst, where she used unusually sophisticated words (by her standards) to insist she wasn’t unintelligent, the Demon God had finally calmed down.

[Why did you make her the host for the official broadcast?]

“Why did I?”

[You hardly even know her. If I hadn’t been around, you wouldn’t have known her identity.]

The Demon God genuinely seemed curious.

It was true. Without the Demon God’s intervention, I’d never have guessed that the Demon King was hiding her identity and indulging in cosplay, wearing an academy uniform at her age, and gleefully lurking …