Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Vivian stumbled and fell to the ground, as if her heart had just suffered a deep wound.

She knew exactly what the scene in front of her meant.

She had only ever held the title of Holy Emperor Luminis' future wife in name, but nothing had ever actually happened between them.

But just now, when Goddess Sylvia brought Timothy some water, the intimacy between them was undeniable. It was far more than Vivian had ever imagined—so much more that she couldn't even begin to comprehend it.

"That's Goddess Sylvia, for crying out loud! How is this even possible?"

Vivian turned to look at Holy Emperor Luminis, hoping for a different answer.

But all she saw was Luminis shaking his head helplessly, as if he had known about this for a long time.

Watching the scene unfold, even Holy Emperor Luminis was starting to lose his composure. He finally let out a bitter laugh, almost on the verge of tears, and said, "Of all the people you could've messed with, you had to go and provoke Timothy, didn't you? Great. Now I'm getting dragged into this mess and getting wrecked too!"

The idea of a beautiful girl bringing him water was something Holy Emperor Luminis had fantasized about countless times.

But it had never happened to him. And now, watching the cold, untouchable Goddess—someone revered by countless people—personally bring water to Timothy, it was too much to bear.

They didn't say much, but the way they exchanged glances, the unspoken affection between them—it was overwhelming.

That invisible sweetness made Luminis feel like he had been utterly crushed. It was as if his entire life had been a waste.

"Let's go. I don't want to stay in Sky Sanctuary any longer."

Holy Emperor Luminis used his spiritual energy to lift Vivian off the ground, not even wanting to touch her.

The stark contrast in his attitude almost made Vivian burst into tears. "But, Holy Emperor, didn't you come here for something else?"

"I was going to ask Timothy how he learned our sect's secret technique, the Realm of a Thousand Blades. But now? What's the point? You want me to walk up to him and let him know I just got humiliated like a dog?"

"I get it. This is all my fault. I deserve to be slapped."

As a couple, Holy Emperor Luminis and Vivian had just been thoroughly wrecked. It was as if they were terrified Timothy might see them in their current, pathetic state.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, they hurriedly slunk down the mountain as fast as they could.

"Ahem, let's just pretend none of you saw what happened earlier."

With Sylvia's figure disappearing into the distance, Timothy finally turned to face the disciples.

"Alright, warm-up's over. Now let's kick it up a notch… how about a 12-mile run?"

"12 miles? Timothy, have mercy on us!"

"…"

Training resumed, and even though they knew it would greatly improve their strength, the disciples, whose hearts had just been shattered, had completely lost their motivation.

"One, two, three, four."

Even the familiar chant sounded weak and lifeless.

There was no helping it. After being force-fed so much "dog food" (public displays of affection), who could possibly have the energy to run?

The sheer sweetness of it all had left them feeling so overwhelmed that they could barely hold back their tears. They just wanted to break down and cry.

"One, two, three, four."

The chant grew more and more tinged with heartbreak.

…

…

No one knew how many miles they had run, but as the sun began to set once again, the afternoon finally came to an end.

For practitioners, an afternoon was nothing compared to the vast changes of time. But for some reason, today had felt like an eternity.

When Timothy finally announced the end of training, the disciples practically ran off in tears, completely drained—both physically and emotionally.

Of course, compared to the physical exhaustion, the emotional damage they had suffered today was far harder to recover from.

"Seriously? You guys are this wrecked already? Your ability to handle setbacks is pretty weak, huh?"

Watching their weary, defeated figures disappear into the distance, Timothy couldn't help but smile wryly.

It seemed like Sky Sanctuary was due for some reforms.

At the very least, the rule banning romantic relationships needed to be scrapped soon.

Otherwise, when the day came that he and the Goddess openly flaunted their love, wouldn't these disciples just end up banging their heads against the wall in despair?

As the last rays of the setting sun bathed the horizon, Timothy arrived at the entrance of Sky Sanctuary.

The sky had already darkened considerably, with only a faint sliver of twilight casting its glow into the grand hall.

In that fading light, deep within the hall, Sylvia sat with a calm, focused expression, diligently writing documents. Her cool, serene face was illuminated by the soft glow of the sunset.

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But Sylvia alone seemed burdened with exhaustion.

In preparation for the upcoming summit, she was tasked with documenting the monumental events that had transpired in both the Sepulcher of the Sacred and the Netherworld.

After all, none of the other Holy Emperors had ventured into the depths of the Sepulcher or the Netherworld. Only she and Timothy knew the full extent of the earth-shattering events that had taken place.

And beyond that…

Sylvia, who had always maintained a cold and aloof demeanor toward the other sects, was now personally drafting official decrees for the summit. This was something she would never have done in the past.

It was as if, for the first time, she wanted to show just how seriously she was taking this gathering.

If the other sects knew that these documents were written by Sylvia herself, they would undoubtedly be shocked and deeply honored. After all, it was almost unheard of for the Goddess to personally pen anything.

Of course, no one else could possibly understand the real reason why Sylvia was so invested this time.

Only Timothy had an inkling of the truth.

Timothy quietly entered the hall, making no sound at all.

Using the Shadow Veil technique to completely conceal his presence, he silently made his way to the back of the hall.

It wasn't until he was right behind Sylvia, who was still intently focused on her writing, that he suddenly let his presence be known. His arms slowly wrapped around her slender waist.

The cool, soft sensation of her body was far better than any pillow he could imagine.

Sylvia froze for a moment, her expression betraying a brief flicker of surprise.

Timothy's power had grown exponentially since reaching the Imperial Realm, and with her attention fully absorbed in her writing, she hadn't even noticed his approach.

It had all happened so suddenly that Sylvia didn't have time to put on her usual cold, composed front. A faint blush crept across her cheeks.

"Why are you suddenly…"

She shot Timothy a slightly reproachful glance, but noticed that he only tightened his embrace.

"You've been working hard these past few days, my love."

Timothy's voice was soft, his breath warm as it brushed against Sylvia's delicate, jade-like ear.

Her perfectly shaped ear instantly turned a shade of pink, and she couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"It's… it's not that bad."

Like a startled rabbit, Sylvia was afraid that being this close would cause her to lose her composure under Timothy's affectionate assault.

She quickly set down her pen, flustered, and tried to wriggle free from his embrace.