Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

A Night Passed.

The next morning, as the sunlight slowly filtered into the royal chambers, Timothy rolled over and sat up.

He had spent the entire night with Sylvia as his pillow, and it was probably the most comfortable sleep he'd had in a long time.

But that wasn't all…

Timothy glanced at the goddess, who was still fast asleep.

Her eyes were gently closed, and her delicate body trembled slightly with each steady breath.

Her serene, beautiful face was like something out of a painting—calm and utterly captivating.

Timothy couldn't help but smile. He gently pulled the edge of the blanket up, covering Sylvia's bare, snow-white shoulder.

Thinking back to last night, even Timothy hadn't expected the goddess to suddenly become so… forward.

Though, aside from using his old trick, Same Old Trick, to barely gain the upper hand, Sylvia had been surprisingly assertive throughout the night.

Knowing her as well as he did, Timothy could already imagine the adorably shy expression she'd have when she woke up.

The night had been wild, unforgettable.

The only problem was…

Timothy struggled to get out of bed, feeling like his entire body had been drained of energy. He could barely muster any strength.

Even walking was a challenge—he had to lean against the wall just to stay upright.

After much effort, Timothy finally made it to the door of the royal chambers. As he gently pushed it open, the sunlight hit him, and he realized just how weak he felt.

No wonder she's a goddess. And that was after I used Same Old Trick and pretended to fall asleep. If I hadn't…

"Hiss…" Timothy couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.

She's wild!

On the surface, Sylvia always seemed so aloof and untouchable, like nothing in the world could faze her.

But when it came to that… she was terrifying!

"Timothy, what happened to you? Did you get injured in some secret battle or something?"

At that moment, Elder Turner, who was passing by, suddenly noticed Timothy.

Seeing Timothy's pale, gaunt face in the sunlight, Turner was clearly startled.

After all, just yesterday, Timothy had been on the arena floor, taking down the strongest fighters from across the continent, earning a reputation that no one dared challenge.

And now, after just one night, Timothy's face was so pale it was almost frightening, and he looked like he'd lost ten pounds—completely drained.

If it wasn't some hidden injury flaring up, Turner couldn't even begin to imagine what could have reduced someone as powerful as Timothy to this state.

"It's nothing, really. I'm just a little… worn out."

Timothy waved his hand dismissively.

His body wasn't seriously hurt; he was just on the verge of complete exhaustion.

Luckily, he had prepared a few elixirs in advance.

With some difficulty, Timothy slowly pulled out a Dragon's Roar Virility Pill and popped it into his mouth.

As soon as the pill dissolved, a surge of vitality spread through his limbs, like the warmth of sunlight, gradually restoring his strength.

Timothy hadn't expected that he'd actually need to use the Dragon's Roar Virility Pill he'd crafted.

But he quickly realized that even this powerful seventh-tier elixir, brimming with spiritual energy and vitality, wasn't enough to fully replenish him.

The depletion was just too severe. Even the seemingly endless vitality from the pill wasn't enough.

"The goddess is really something else…"

Timothy couldn't help but laugh bitterly. He had no choice but to take two more pills.

He had defeated Holy Emperor Featherwind and Holy Emperor Mountainshade, but now it seemed that improving his own strength had become more urgent than ever.

If he didn't reach the level of a Holy Emperor soon, even with the Dragon's Roar Virility Pill, he wouldn't be able to keep up with the goddess!

"What kind of elixir is that? It's working so fast…"

Elder Turner watched in amazement as Timothy's frail, weakened appearance visibly improved, even his complexion returning to normal.

But when Turner got a closer look at the pill in Timothy's hand, he froze in shock.

The pill Timothy had just taken was none other than the Dragon's Roar Virility Pill he had crafted that day.

But what really stunned Elder Turner was the fact that Timothy had just come from the direction of the goddess's chambers.

And when he combined that with Timothy's earlier display of extreme weakness, Turner was left completely dumbfounded.

"Timothy… you!"

...

Soft sunlight streamed into the royal chambers, filling the room with a warm, comforting glow. Sylvia gently pulled back the blanket that had been carefully tucked around her.

It was clear that Timothy had thoughtfully covered her before he left.

Sitting up slightly, her snow-white shoulder peeked out from under the blanket. As she gazed at the sunlight outside, a soft smile spread across her lips.

That smile was so sweet, so full of warmth.

"Hmph, I can't believe I almost lost to him again yesterday.

That sneaky Timothy… what did he do to recover so quickly?!"

As memories of the previous night flooded back, her cheeks flushed a deep red, and her heart began to race, pounding like a wild deer.

But Sylvia wasn't discouraged.

"You may have fallen asleep last night, but next time, I won't lose again!"

Unconsciously, a slight smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth.

She reached under her pillow and pulled out her piccolo, gently placing it against her lips.

Without any sheet music, she began to play, following only the melody that flowed from her heart.

The soft, lilting notes of the piccolo filled the chambers, like a gentle stream, flowing and melodious.

But more than that, the emotions woven into the music made it resonate deeply, as if it spoke directly to the soul.

There was the sorrow of parting, the joy of reunion.

The happiness of meeting a lover, and the nostalgia for days gone by.

The piccolo's song, ethereal and enchanting, drifted through the Sky Sanctuary, even drawing a few birds from the distant sky.

Several small birds, their feathers shimmering in vibrant colors, flew into the chambers, landing softly on Sylvia's snow-white shoulder.

Her white robe cascaded gracefully onto the bed.

As the piccolo's melody continued to echo, the birds chirped along, as if singing in harmony with her.

Sunlight bathed the scene, and Sylvia's silhouette, so breathtakingly beautiful, seemed like that of a celestial being descended from the heavens—otherworldly, beyond words.

As the final note of the piccolo faded, Sylvia lowered the instrument, a gentle, warm smile still lingering on her lips.

"Sister, my life is so different now compared to before. Find more to read at M-V-L

I wonder… what are you doing right now?"

Sylvia murmured softly to herself, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at a painting on the wall of the royal chambers.

There were several paintings hanging there, but the most exquisite one, framed with the utmost care, was placed deep within the chambers.

The painting depicted a slightly melancholic yet incredibly beautiful young woman.

She wore a delicate crown on her head, which only enhanced her unique aura.

And no one knew that the girl in the painting was none other than Princess Erelyn of the Netherworld!