Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Just inches apart, their eyes locked.

Colorful bubbles floated in the air, the dim candlelight casting an intoxicating glow.

Their cheeks slowly drew closer, and Sylvia's mind replayed scenes of their date in the city.

For a moment, she forgot to pull away.

Gazing at those soft lips, Timothy too seemed spellbound, as if driven by some unseen force, slowly leaning in.

"Is this where I'm going to have my first kiss?"

Their lips were about to meet.

Under the candlelight, Sylvia's cheeks flushed a beautiful pink.

But just then.

"Bang."

The door burst open.

Instantly, they moved apart, though it was a bit too late.

"Supreme Goddess, Timothy, what are you two doing?" Zephyra asked, noticing their awkward shift away from each other, clearly puzzled.

When she had entered, she thought she saw Sylvia and Timothy's faces very close together.

But why so close?

Counting each other's nose hairs, perhaps?

Hmm, the Supreme Goddess surely wouldn't indulge in such odd tastes.

Sylvia scrambled for an explanation and finally picked up the bottle of bubble liquid, trying to maintain her dignified composure. "I was examining this strange liquid."

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"Liquid?" Zephyra stepped forward, curiously inspecting it. "But this liquid doesn't seem to have any magical essence. What's it for?"

"Oh, I get it! This must be a new beverage concocted by the Goddess!"

Thinking of her previous failed attempts to flatter, Zephyra wanted to save face. She puffed out her chest and declared, "Goddess, let me be the test subject!"

Without hesitation, she grabbed the bubble liquid and downed it in one go.

Only by finishing it could she show her endless loyalty to the Goddess!

"It tastes weird and it's fizzy, not good at all," Zephyra said, her voice muffled by the bubbles forming in her mouth.

"Right." Then she heard a voice as cold as frost: "Zephyra, can you tell me what you were trying to do by suddenly barging into my chamber?"

"Ah, this." Zephyra suddenly felt a chill, her response deliberately unclear: "Goddess, my mouth is full of bubbles, I can't speak clearly."

"Oh? Then it seems I need to help you out."

Hearing Sylvia's voice, even in the midst of summer, Zephyra felt as if she had fallen into an ice pit.

"Supreme Goddess, please no!"

But no matter how much she struggled, she stood no chance against Sylvia.

Dragged behind the curtains.

Under the candlelight, the silhouette on the curtains swayed.

Indescribable sounds followed, making Timothy unable to resist...

He cupped his hand to his ear, trying to hear more clearly...

After a while, Zephyra, who had assassinated countless powerful beings and was feared by all, ran out of the chamber with tears in her eyes and a flushed face.

'Is this the Goddess's way? It's truly terrifying.'

Timothy even thought to himself, if possible, please punish me like that.

They exchanged a slightly awkward look, and without a word, left the chamber one after the other.

At the back of Sky Sanctuary, near a large rock.

Sylvia slowly sat on the grass, while Timothy, quick as lightning, caught a plump rabbit.

With skilled grilling techniques and pure flames, he soon had a golden, crispy, and juicy rabbit roasting.

The delicious aroma filled the mountaintop, but Sylvia ate less than usual.

A gentle breeze blew, her silky hair fluttering in the wind.

"Is something on your mind, Goddess?" Timothy asked.

Sylvia looked puzzled. "Why so formal all of a sudden?"

Timothy shrugged. "I'm just trying to avoid a spanking."

"But if you prefer, a spanking isn't entirely off the table."

"Always with the jokes!" Sylvia pinched Timothy's waist.

She gazed towards the distant mountains, falling silent.

After a moment, Sylvia turned slightly, her voice soft, "Tell me, with so many women in the world, why did you choose to confess to me, risking almost certain death?"

"Well..." Timothy quickly improvised, "Isn't it because you're smart, beautiful, kind, generous, and utterly charming..."

"Always the smooth talker." Sylvia pinched him again, harder this time, making Timothy wince and take a deep breath.

"Alright, I'll just tell the truth then." Suddenly serious, Timothy looked deeply into Sylvia's clear eyes and said earnestly, "The truth is, from the moment I first saw you, I fell deeply in love. I realized I couldn't help myself, and confessing was the only way to express all my feelings."

"Maybe it was love at first sight."

"No way, I..."

Hearing this, Sylvia's heart raced, though she tried to counter, her voice barely a whisper, "Love at first sight is just superficial attraction."

"Beauty is fleeting, and if that's all you see..."

"What I meant by love at first sight isn't just about looks."

Timothy interrupted without hesitation.

"It's about the aura, the character, and everything your actions reveal."

"Every smile, every decisive action, I adore all of it."

"Besides, the cool yet warm-hearted nature of the magnificent Goddess Sylvia is something only I know."

"Enough, stop." Sylvia's cheeks were burning red, the blush spreading to her ears.

Even her cute little ears turned a deep red.

Timothy grinned. "I have to seize this perfect moment."

"And I want to recite my love letter again!"

"While the world calls you a goddess, I wish for you to be the moon."

"Because the moonlight cast by Sylvia will always reach my heart, making everything about you my forever."

"The moonlight, not nearly as beautiful as one ten-thousandth of you, everything else in this world merely serves as your backdrop."

The love letter, like a spell, captivated Sylvia each time she heard it, unable to break free.

The more she listened, the faster her heart beat.

Even as she tried to distract herself, she couldn't ignore it.

Atop Sky Sanctuary, clouds and mist swirled, with cool breezes brushing past now and then.

In this heavenly scenery, Timothy and Sylvia's cheeks slowly drew closer.

"Supreme Goddess, today must be our lucky day! Hehe, who would've thought we'd meet again here!"

But suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.

Turning to see Zephyra who had appeared behind them,

Sylvia smiled sweetly.

Yet, within that smile, there was a mix of chill and murderous intent.