The Loli I Raised Turns Out to Be the Demon King Who Will Destroy the World

I, Number 9527,

am the last voice of conscience in the Observer organization.

My mission target: the reincarnated Demon King, code-named “Doomsday Girl.”

The plan: corrupt her with ordinary happiness.

But nobody told me the world-ending Demon King would be a silver-haired loli, just 148 cm tall, who cried over strawberry pudding.

And nobody told me that the “Observer” assigned to watch her would be the first to be “corrupted.”

And so...

When fanatics’ flames engulfed the school, I shielded her with my body.

When the organization’s final orders came, I deleted every means of contacting them.

“Ariya, remember this.”

“From today on, I am your world.”

When she was driven to the end of the road, she trembled and clutched my sleeve, fear showing in her crimson eyes.

I sighed, wiped away her tears, and turned to face the whole world.

“Sorry, everyone.”

“But I’m the one raising her.”

(A light fantasy tale about raising someone, finding redemption, and standing against the whole world for one person.)