I Am the Most Evil Warden, and I Never Treated You as Playthings

After transmigrating, Imoer became the warden of the greatest prison under the legendary Demon Lord, a ruthless killer who shows no mercy.

The Demon Lord wants to capture every race and conquer the Continent of Hope. Imoer has this to say: Conquer it?

Doing as little as possible is much more enjoyable.

As for torturing prisoners and interrogating captives, a little show is enough. After all, it's perfectly normal for criminals to keep their mouths shut and refuse to confess, right?

As warden, Imoer can see personal notes on each criminal's information page. So, to make slacking off easier, she set up a bath for the empire's great sage, Ivran, who is a "mermaid," and an underground cave for the empire's cross-dressing crown princess, who is a "gnome"...

But why do they look at me as if I've done something terrifying?

Great Sage: A warden with a mind full of dirty thoughts, using a bath as such a cruel form of torture!

Crown Princess: Waaaaah! I'll gladly make you my master, so please don't send me back into that pitch-black cave!

The deputy leader of the elves, the little princess of the oni, and even...

Looking at the young ladies of all these races, each of whom sees her as an even greater Demon Lord than the Demon Lord himself, Imoer can only say: Huh? This isn't right, is it?

Wasn't I just here to slack off?