Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Oh!… Oh my God!…

Please… Don't stop!…

I love it…

Sylvia's breathing was a little uneven, her cheeks flushed, but she still managed to give a cold, mocking smile.

"This is what you begged for, my dear wife. So, you can't blame me now."

That single sentence made Timothy's resolve even stronger.

In an instant, the aura of the Holy Emperor reignited within him!

"Hey, damn it!"

A flicker of panic flashed in Sylvia's eyes, but by the time she realized what was happening, it was already too late.

Oh my God!…

Ah…

Keep going!… Ah…

The candlelight flickered, and it wasn't until much later that the morning sun slowly began to rise.

Blushing with embarrassment, Sylvia reluctantly set aside the light blue skirt she had worn the day before and slipped into a simple white robe.

The pale robe gave her an ethereal elegance, and the green silk belt tied around her slender waist only accentuated her graceful figure.

Her eyebrows were like the gentle slopes of spring mountains, and her eyes sparkled like autumn waters.

The low neckline of her gown revealed a hint of snow-white skin, giving her an entirely different kind of beauty in that moment.

Her stunning face was as radiant as a peach blossom.

There was a cold, refined elegance to her, but also a trace of seductive allure.

"I didn't expect your strength to increase so much after reaching the Holy Emperor level. I… I miscalculated!"

A bead of fragrant sweat trickled down her snow-white neck, and Sylvia's eyes held a hint of pitiful resentment.

Timothy had only just reached the Holy Emperor level.

But if his power kept growing like this…

Looking at Timothy, who was slightly weakened but still had some stamina left after all this time, the blush on Sylvia's porcelain-like cheeks deepened even more.

She had never felt any pressure before.

But now, for the first time, Sylvia realized how important it was to find a way to improve her own strength.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be long before she couldn't even maintain an equal footing with him!

"It's all your fault."

Her bare, delicate feet padded across the floor as she walked over to the desk.

Most of the letters were still fine, placed far enough away from the chaos. But the one meant for Holy Maiden Aeliana was a different story.

The paper used for these letters was made from Sylvessence Wood.

Sylvessence Wood was an incredibly rare and valuable material, rich with spiritual energy. The paper made from it was not only soft and smooth but also waterproof and resistant to creasing.

Only top-tier sects could afford to use such high-quality paper.

But now, this precious, high-grade paper was damp and wrinkled.

She quickly waved her hand, opening the doors of the Sky Sanctuary.

But the envelope, now soaked through with the fluids from her and Timothy's lovemaking, was beyond saving.

Signing her name at the bottom of the letter, Sylvia's beautiful brows furrowed with worry. "There's no more paper left. This is the last envelope. What am I supposed to do now?"

"It's all your fault! I told you we should've moved the letter first!"

"And of all places, why did it have to be… on the desk?"

Her voice was soft as she lightly tapped Timothy's chest.

The goddess was clearly both embarrassed and resentful.

"Then just forget about it. If it were anyone else, we might need to think of another solution. But for Holy Maiden Aeliana? No need to worry," Timothy said, completely unconcerned.

"Yeah, when it comes to Holy Maiden Aeliana, it really doesn't matter. The fact that I'm even sending her a letter is already more than enough!" Sylvia thought for a moment and agreed.

The two nodded in unison, clearly on the same page.

If Holy Maiden Aeliana were to witness this scene, she'd probably be so furious she'd burst into tears. After all, their attitude toward her was exactly the same—completely indifferent!

Poor Holy Maiden, crying online…

"Alright then, I'll leave this letter to you."

The damp letter meant for Holy Maiden Aeliana floated down in front of Timothy.

Sylvia quickly gathered the rest of the letters and handed them over to him as well.

"And these too. While you're at it, help me deliver them to the various sects."

Originally, delivering the letters was a task for the High Priest. But given the state of Holy Maiden Aeliana's soggy letter, there was no way it could be handed off to anyone else. So, Sylvia had no choice but to temporarily assign the task to Timothy.

"What's in these letters, anyway?" Timothy couldn't help but be curious about their contents.

Picking up Holy Maiden Aeliana's letter, he used his Soulborn Eye to quickly glimpse part of the message.

"Three days later… Sky Sanctuary!"

"These letters contain information about some recent events involving the Sepulcher of the Sacred and the Netherworld. They're meant to inform the sects about what's happening. Besides that, there's another purpose to these letters: to notify them that in three days, I'll be holding a grand assembly."

Sylvia paused, her lips pressing together slightly, clearly hesitant to continue.

Though she didn't say it outright, Timothy had already guessed what she was struggling to express.

In three days, the goddess would convene a gathering of all the sects.

And the second thing she would announce…

"So, the time has finally come," Timothy said with a faint smile.

"Don't worry, my dear. Leave it all to me."

Without hesitation, Timothy took the letters from Sylvia's hands, his determination evident.

"Could it be… he knows?"

For a moment, even Sylvia's usually calm and composed face showed a hint of surprise.

She hadn't told anyone about this! How could Timothy seem to know everything?

"Hey, Timothy…"

But before she could call out to him, she saw him.

The doors swung open, and bathed in the light of the morning sun, Timothy was already walking out of the hall.

The rising sun cast a warm glow, and all she could see was his silhouette.

But that figure, bathed in sunlight, somehow filled her with a deep sense of reassurance.

"Whatever. I've made up my mind. In three days, no matter what, I'll make my announcement to all the practitioners of the world!"

A soft smile tugged at Sylvia's lips.

That breathtaking smile, like the morning sunlight, was warm—so warm it touched the strings of her heart.