Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Timothy couldn't possibly refuse such a request, especially with Sylvia in his arms.

Without hesitation, he scooped up her soft, delicate body and headed straight for the palace chambers.

"Charge! For Sky Sanctuary!"

"Wait… what is that?!"

In the midst of the fierce battle, the fighters instinctively glanced up at the sky—and froze.

It wasn't just the warriors from Blooming Sanctuary. Practitioners from all the major sects stood in stunned silence.

They could clearly see Timothy, holding Sylvia's slender, graceful figure, flying toward the palace.

"Timothy is carrying Goddess Sylvia… Is she unconscious?"

"No way! Even if she were, she wouldn't just let him carry her like that, right?"

Suddenly, everyone's minds buzzed as they recalled the kiss Sylvia had given Timothy earlier.

At the time, the situation had been so dire that most people hadn't paid much attention to it. But now, thinking back, they were all utterly shocked.

"The Goddess didn't just kiss Timothy—she let him hold her too. What the hell?!"

"What the hell?!"

"What the hell?!"

No one could find the words to express their disbelief. The scene unfolding before them was beyond outrageous.

The fact that Goddess Sylvia allowed Timothy to hold her, and had even kissed him, was far more shocking than any news of a new Holy Emperor-level figure emerging on the continent of Elant.

After all, this was Goddess Sylvia.

Even if people speculated that the kiss was to transfer spiritual energy or activate some ancient ritual, what was happening now? What could possibly explain this?

Near Sky Sanctuary, practitioners stood dumbfounded, unable to speak.

At that moment, Holy Maiden Aeliana gracefully descended, blocking their view.

"Go clean up the battlefield. There's no need to watch any further," she said with a soft smile, her presence a mix of seven parts purity and three parts allure, completely diverting their attention.

Though they couldn't see what was happening anymore, they knew full well that Timothy had carried Goddess Sylvia into the palace chambers.

Whatever the truth was, this rumor would spread across all the sects by tomorrow.

"Goddess Sylvia…"

"Even though I knew it was impossible, I didn't expect my dream to shatter here!"

"Timothy! Damn you, Timothy!"

Countless practitioners, both men and women, wore expressions of despair. After all, in their hearts, Goddess Sylvia had always been an untouchable, supreme being.

Once the Goddess woke up, they would demand an explanation from Timothy. Everything that had just happened had to be a mistake, a coincidence!

It couldn't be real!

Outside the palace, many were still in disbelief, while inside, Timothy gently laid Sylvia down on the soft bed.

He lightly touched her pale wrist, feeling the faint pulse of her spiritual energy. It was weak, almost depleted.

Even someone as powerful as Sylvia couldn't escape unscathed from such a massive battle. She had taken quite a bit of damage.

Now, lying softly on the bed, though her eyes weren't fully closed, Timothy could sense her exhaustion.

Her delicate body curled up slightly, her soft figure like a cloud of cotton candy, with a cool, almost ethereal aura.

No one could have imagined that the lofty, untouchable Goddess Sylvia would one day appear so vulnerable, like a small, fragile rabbit.

Her lips were pale, and her long eyelashes trembled ever so slightly.

Timothy felt a twinge of concern as he gently stroked Sylvia's head. "You should rest for a bit. I'll go make a few seventh-tier elixirs for you. They should help you recover quickly."

With that, he turned to leave.

But just as he reached the edge of the bed, he felt a firm grip on his wrist.

Looking down, he saw Sylvia's cool, smooth hand holding him tightly.

"Babe, you should sleep. If I make those elixirs, you'll be back to full strength in no time," Timothy said with a soft smile, trying to gently pull his hand free.

To his surprise, not only did she not let go, but her grip tightened.

"Babe… what's this about?" Timothy asked, a bit puzzled.

At that moment, Sylvia slowly opened her eyes. Though her star-like gaze still held traces of weakness, there was a hint of amusement in them. "Hmph, I don't need any elixirs."

"The body of a Holy Emperor doesn't really need healing, but…"

Before Timothy could finish, Sylvia patted the bed beside her and smiled softly. "Instead of elixirs, maybe having you sleep next to me would work even better."

"You really are something else…" Timothy chuckled after a brief pause.

Normally, Sylvia was always so proud and composed, never showing too much emotion. He hadn't expected her to be so clingy when she was feeling weak.

"Well then, how could I refuse?" Timothy said with a grin, lying down beside her without hesitation.

As soon as he settled in, Sylvia gently snuggled closer, resting her beautiful face against his chest. Her soft hair cascaded down, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance.

Before long, her breathing became steady and calm—she had fallen into a deep sleep.

A soft, contented smile graced her delicate face, as if she were having the most peaceful and sweet dreams.

Looking down at Sylvia nestled in his arms, Timothy couldn't help but smile. He playfully poked her soft cheek with his finger before quickly pulling it back.

"Sleep well," he whispered, gently pulling the blanket over her.

As he lay beside her, the spiritual energy in the air swirled around him, circulating through his body.

[Host: Timothy]

[Power Level: Ocean's Gate, Late Stage]

[Remaining Skill Points: 210 (Celestial Feather Form uses left: 1)]

[Celestial Azureflame Assimilation: 7/7]

The recent battle had pushed Timothy's strength to the late stage of Ocean's Gate!

Not only that, but the Celestial Azureflame had been fully absorbed and assimilated.

This flame, coveted by alchemists throughout the ages for its ability to use the world as a furnace and all living things as materials, was now completely under Timothy's control.

However, despite this victory, the continent of Elant was far more complicated than it appeared on the surface.

To ensure the safety of Sky Sanctuary, Timothy knew he needed to grow stronger—fast. Reaching the Transcendence Realm, the level of a Holy Emperor, was the best course of action.

Outside, the dark clouds slowly dispersed, and the sun's rays broke through, casting a warm glow over the land.

But the tear in the sky, from which the stench of blood and decay still lingered, had yet to close.

Inside the palace, Sylvia slept peacefully beside Timothy, her breathing soft and steady.

Time passed, and before long, the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple as dusk approached.

"Mmm~"

Finally, with a soft murmur, Sylvia's delicate body stirred.

Moments later, she slowly opened her eyes.