Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Hey babe, wanna give it a try? Sure, why not."

Timothy agreed without a second thought.

The Blossom of Love could sense the genuine feelings between the two of them.

So, standing before the Blossom of Love was like a test of sorts.

But for Timothy, who had nothing to hide, this kind of test didn't faze him at all.

"Hmph, looks like you're not nervous at all. Just don't end up with a pebble or something," Sylvia huffed, her tone a bit playful but still proud.

"Don't worry. If it's a pebble, I'll swallow it whole," Timothy replied confidently.

The two of them walked up to the Blossom of Love together.

The Blooming Sanctuary was truly beautiful.

The hills were covered in vibrant flowers, swaying gently in the breeze. The way the petals moved, like waves rolling across the landscape, made it feel like they were standing in the middle of a living painting.

As they stood before the Blossom of Love, Sylvia's long hair flowed softly in the wind. Her flawless face, though usually cool and composed, showed a hint of anticipation.

It was clear she had been curious about the Blossom of Love for a while now.

"So, babe, what are we supposed to do?" Timothy asked.

Even though the Blossom of Love didn't care about appearances and could sense their true emotions, they still needed to do something symbolic to express those feelings.

"Well… how about I ask you some questions? Like a little test," Sylvia suggested quietly, as if she had already thought it through.

"Questions? Sure, ask away," Timothy said, thumping his chest confidently. After all, when it came to knowing his goddess of a wife, if he wasn't the expert, no one else could claim that title.

"Alright, I'll ask then?"

The breeze blew gently as Sylvia cleared her throat, as if preparing herself. Even though it seemed like no big deal earlier, asking personal questions about herself still made her feel a bit embarrassed.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally pushed through her shyness, her voice dropping slightly.

"Do you know… what animal I like the most?"

"Of course, it's cats," Timothy answered without missing a beat. "You don't keep one in the palace, but every time you see one of the disciples with a cat, your eyes light up like stars. If it weren't for your status, you'd probably be right there with them, petting the cat."

"Wow, you actually got it right."

Sylvia nodded calmly on the outside, but inside, her heart was racing. She hadn't expected Timothy to notice something as small as her secret glances at cats.

Still, she wasn't ready to give up just yet. "Okay, but what about my clothes? You guys never pay attention to stuff like that…"

"Blue," Timothy answered almost instantly. "You usually wear light blue dresses, but sometimes you switch it up with white. You seem to have a thing for blue, and you never need any extra makeup. The only time you wore any was on our second date, when you secretly put on a little blush."

For a moment, Sylvia's gaze froze.

Then, she felt her heart racing so fast she could barely keep it under control.

"How is this even possible?!"

She had always heard that men's words were nothing but lies. They say they love everything about you, but in reality, they don't care. They don't notice the things women like, nor do they pay attention to their clothes or makeup. They just pretend to care.

But Timothy… he seemed to remember everything, down to the smallest detail.

Sylvia bit her lip, trying to push him further. "Then, what's my favorite flower?"

"The Rainbow Lotus I gave you on our first date."

"What about my favorite instrument to play?"

"The piccolo."

"And… what about that time of the month?"

"Somewhere around the 8th. Babe, don't forget to drink chamomile tea, and make sure you don't catch a cold."

Sylvia: "Ugh, this is so annoying!"

"Alright, fine! But there's no way you know the color of my pajamas, right?"

Timothy: "…"

"Uh, babe, you don't wear anything to bed."

Sylvia: "…"

The air grew awkward for a moment, and her face flushed a deep shade of red. She was utterly embarrassed. Timothy's answers had far exceeded her expectations.

She turned her head away, staying silent for a while.

But then, suddenly, she leaned in close to Timothy's ear, her voice dropping to a near whisper, barely audible: "So… what's my favorite thing to eat?" Find more to read at empire

"Favorite thing to eat?"

Up until now, Timothy had answered everything without breaking a sweat. But this question made him pause. After all, there were so many delicacies in the world, and it wasn't like people had a single favorite food. Plus, Sylvia had never shown any particular fondness for one specific dish.

"Heh, finally stumped, huh?" Sylvia smirked, feeling a bit triumphant.

"Hmm… so what is it?" Timothy asked, genuinely puzzled, unable to come up with an answer.

But then he noticed something—Sylvia's eyes were darting away, and there was a soft, shy glimmer in them. She was… blushing?

"Alright, I'll tell you," she said, her cool demeanor completely gone. Her voice trembled slightly, as if she was nervous about what she was about to say.

"What's going on…?" Timothy wondered, still confused.

Just as he was lost in thought, Sylvia leaned in even closer, her breath warm against his ear. "My favorite thing to eat is… your...."

The moment she finished speaking, her face turned bright red, and she quickly turned away, flustered and unsure of what to do with herself.

"Wait, what…?"

Timothy stood there, stunned for a second before it hit him. He couldn't help but laugh. Of all the things he hadn't guessed, it turned out to be Sylvia's cheeky, flirtatious line.

But even though it was a cheesy pickup line, coming from the lips of a flawless goddess like Sylvia, it was surprisingly seductive.

"Babe, do you know what my favorite thing to eat is?" Timothy suddenly asked, turning the tables on her.

"What?" Sylvia responded instinctively.

"It's your…"

Timothy's voice whispered right next to her ear, and the words made her burst into laughter. "Hey, that's so cheesy!"

"Come on, you did the same thing!"

"No way, I didn't!"

"Really?"

"Of course not!"

"Then why is your face a little red, goddess?"

"Red…? No way."

Sylvia touched her warm cheeks, trying to defend herself. "I… I was born like this!"

Timothy: "Yeah, sure, I totally believe you."

Sylvia, now both embarrassed and frustrated, snapped, "Ugh! Do you want me to actually eat you?!"

Timothy chuckled. "Are you sure what you want to eat is appropriate?"

What had started as an attempt to impress the Blossom of Love had somehow turned into a playful argument, leaving the nearby disciples watching in stunned silence.

But just then, the Blossom of Love began to glow brightly, its light shining brilliantly.