Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Early in the morning, Sylvia sat at the edge of her bed, lost in thought.

She had been a little worried about Timothy's safety the day before, so she kept her spiritual senses focused on Netherspire Citadel.

But she could clearly sense that not only had Timothy successfully delivered the letter to Zalroth, he had also managed to beat him into submission—literally.

Zalroth, defeated so badly?

Even she hadn't expected that.

In Sky Sanctuary, rewards and punishments were always fair. Even ordinary disciples who completed difficult tasks would receive decent rewards.

So, for Timothy to have beaten the Demon Emperor Zalroth, it was only natural that he should be rewarded.

"But, what should I give him?" Sylvia pondered.

"After all, what's his is mine, so there's no point in searching for some magical artifact... What should I give him, then?"

She thought about it for a while but couldn't come up with a suitable reward. Then, suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

Although Timothy's weakness had greatly improved after reaching the Holy Emperor level, for a man, a little extra "boost" could still be quite important.

So...

"But wouldn't giving him that be a bit too embarrassing? Wouldn't it make me seem...?"

Sylvia hesitated, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her at the thought.

But after wrestling with herself for a while, she suddenly remembered that in two days, she would be making that big announcement to the world. Experience tales at empire

Finally, she steeled herself and headed out of the palace.

'Weird, why is the Goddess leaving at this hour?'

Elder Turner, who happened to be passing by, noticed Sylvia up and about unusually early, seemingly preparing to leave Sky Sanctuary. He couldn't help but feel curious, wondering if something serious had happened. He quickly approached her.

"Goddess, where are you going so early?" he asked.

"I'm heading to the Eastern Seas," Sylvia replied coolly.

"The Eastern Seas? But the Goddess has no connection to that region. Why go there?"

"Uh... well..."

Sylvia hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "I'm planning to catch some fresh ingredients for a soup. You know, things like oysters and sea cucumbers."

"Oysters?" Elder Turner was taken aback.

Aside from that particular use, who would make soup with oysters?

And the Goddess wasn't a man, so why would she need oysters?

"Anyway, it's getting late. I should get going."

Clearly not wanting to continue the conversation, Sylvia turned away coldly and flew off into the sky.

But...

Even though she maintained her usual aloof demeanor, Elder Turner couldn't help but notice that during their brief exchange, the Goddess's cheeks had turned slightly red, as if she had remembered something.

Especially when she mentioned making oyster soup, there had been a fleeting moment of nervousness in her expression.

It was a rare sight—her usual cold and proud aura couldn't quite hide it.

"Could it be... something to do with Timothy?"

At that moment, Elder Turner stood frozen in place, utterly dumbfounded.

...

Not long after, Timothy returned to Sky Sanctuary.

"Weird, where's the Goddess?"

He couldn't find her in either the palace or the main hall, which left him a bit puzzled.

The Goddess rarely left Sky Sanctuary, especially not at this time of day.

Could something have happened?

"Oh well, since she's not here, I might as well train the others for a bit."

With Sylvia gone and nothing else to do, Timothy gathered the male disciples of Sky Sanctuary who were eager to grow stronger and began their training.

Since he needed to conserve his energy for the big event in two days, Timothy didn't push them too hard today. By the end of the day, they had only run about six miles...

As the sun began to set, Timothy noticed something odd. The disciples' gazes were all fixed on the distance, as if they were waiting for something—or someone.

From the start of training, they had seemed distracted, their minds clearly elsewhere. Timothy frowned slightly and followed their line of sight.

At that moment, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, a figure slowly approached.

When they finally saw who it was, the disciples were stunned.

"The Goddess is really here!"

That graceful, flawless silhouette could only belong to one person.

Just as they had suspected, they were right!

Whenever Timothy was around, the Goddess would personally come to check on things. But when Timothy wasn't there, she didn't seem to care about their training at all.

Today, with Timothy back at Sky Sanctuary, not only had the Goddess come to inspect them again, but she was also carrying a rather elegant wooden box in her hands!

"Here, drink this. I went to the Eastern Seas this morning to catch the ingredients and made this soup myself."

Without any hesitation, Sylvia walked gracefully past the disciples and stopped in front of Timothy. She handed him the wooden box, her voice carrying a hint of shyness.

"Ahem, you're too thoughtful, my dear," Timothy couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart.

No wonder the Goddess had been missing all morning—she had been preparing this for him.

Even though Timothy was well aware of Sylvia's cooking skills, he still smiled as he opened the box.

The moment the lid was lifted, everyone could see the carefully prepared soup inside.

The soup was a strange mix of colors, almost grotesque, like the face of a demon. But within the broth, they could clearly see oysters, sea cucumbers, and chestnuts.

Especially the oysters—there were a lot of them, and each one was bigger than the last!

The disciples were completely dumbfounded.

While not everyone might know the effects of sea cucumbers and chestnuts, nearly every male disciple was familiar with oysters, often jokingly referred to as "a man's energy booster."

"Why would the Goddess give Timothy a soup loaded with oysters?"

Sylvia's departing figure exuded her usual cold and dignified aura, but as they stared at the massive oysters in Timothy's bowl, the disciples were left utterly speechless.

"These oysters are pretty big, but they're a bit... toxic."

Timothy took a bite of one of the large oysters, and almost immediately, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

But the fact that the Goddess had gone out early in the morning to prepare oysters for him...

Timothy couldn't help but smile. His wife was so thoughtful—it made him feel a little blessed.

As he thought about this, he glanced over at the disciples of Sky Sanctuary.

What he saw were faces full of despair. The disciples looked utterly defeated, as if the day's training had crushed their spirits beyond repair.

"This is just ridiculous!"

The disciples suddenly felt that the physical pain they had endured during the day's training would take years to heal compared to the emotional damage they were now suffering.

They had tried to deny it many times before, but after four days of training, they had finally come to a clear realization:

The Goddess was totally playing favorites! And she only had eyes for Timothy!