Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Wait, what's going on with the Goddess today…?"

Both Vivian and Holy Emperor Luminis were momentarily stunned as they watched Sylvia slowly approach.

More importantly, they could all sense something different about her today—something subtle, but definitely there.

Timothy, I'm going to expose you for what you really are!

There's no way I'm buying that the Goddess has any real feelings for you!

Vivian shot Timothy a furious glare before turning her attention back to Sylvia. But as the Goddess drew nearer, Vivian started to feel that something was off.

Normally, Sylvia carried an aura of overwhelming majesty, a presence that commanded respect and fear wherever she went. Even just walking down a path, her cold, divine authority was enough to make people bow in awe, too intimidated to even think of defying her.

But today, while she still had that otherworldly, distant grace, there was something else—something almost imperceptible. A hint of joy in her light steps, and… was that a touch of shyness?

Sylvia glanced to her left at the disciples sweating under the blazing sun, then to her right at Holy Emperor Luminis and Vivian, who had just arrived. But soon, her gaze settled on Timothy.

In her clear eyes, there was a look completely different from how she regarded anyone else. Holding a blue-and-white porcelain bowl, she slowly walked deeper into the crowd.

"Goddess Sylvia is here again!"

Even the disciples of Sky Sanctuary were frozen in shock. They had joked about it yesterday, made guesses, but none of them had actually expected the Goddess to show up again for training.

And more than that—she was holding another bowl.

This time, the blue-and-white porcelain bowl was filled with cool ice water, not lemon tea. But even so, everyone's eyes were glued to her.

In that moment, it felt like even the air had stopped moving. Countless pairs of eyes were fixed on the bowl, eager to see who would end up with it.
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As the Goddess took each step, it was as if everyone's hearts were beating in sync with her footsteps.

But soon, as Sylvia passed through the crowd, many people began to feel a sinking sense of despair.

Not him. Not him. And not me either!

The Goddess kept walking, her steps carrying her further and further into the crowd. Her delicate fragrance lingered in the air as she passed, until finally, she stopped right in front of Timothy.

Feeling the weight of so many eyes on him, Timothy tried to maintain his usual cool and aloof demeanor. But even Sylvia, despite her best efforts to appear composed, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

She was already starting to worry about how things would go when they officially announced their relationship. If she was this flustered now, Sylvia could hardly imagine how mortifying it would be when the time came.

But she knew this was a step she had to take.

"Uh, I think I'll pass on the lemon tea today. It's so hot, you should probably keep it for yourself…" Timothy's back broke out in a cold sweat as he remembered yesterday's disastrous lemon tea, which had nearly made him cough up blood. He quickly tried to refuse.

But when he glanced into the bowl, he noticed something different. This time, the blue-and-white porcelain bowl wasn't filled with any strange concoction—it was just plain ice water.

Under the autumn sun, the coolness of the water seemed especially refreshing.

As his hand touched the cold porcelain, Timothy couldn't help but pause.

Finally, she didn't make some weird drink this time…

But Sylvia misunderstood his hesitation.

Lowering her head slightly, her face flushed with embarrassment, she quickly explained, "I woke up a little late this morning, so I didn't have time to make lemon tea. I had to bring ice water instead. You… you're not upset, are you?"

Feeling guilty for not being able to make the lemon tea, Sylvia's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and her eyes showed a hint of regret.

"How could that be!" Timothy immediately shot down the idea.

Ice water without any strange additives was a million times better than the lethal lemon tea Sylvia had made before…

"Honey, you don't need to make lemon tea anymore. Honestly, I prefer plain ice water!"

With that, Timothy took the bowl of ice water from Sylvia's hands and, without hesitation, downed it in one go.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

As Timothy drank the entire bowl of ice water with gusto, Sylvia suddenly felt a warm sensation spread through her heart. She couldn't help but feel touched.

There's no way ice water could taste better than the lemon tea she made herself, right? But Timothy drank it all without a second thought, which meant he wasn't really thirsty for the water. He just wanted to ease her mind, to stop her from feeling guilty about not having time to make the lemon tea.

This unspoken gesture, the deeper meaning behind it, was something only she could understand.

Realizing Timothy's true intentions, Sylvia—who was usually as calm and composed as a rock—felt her heart warm up even more.

I never expected him to be so considerate of me…

She lifted her gaze, her clear eyes locking onto Timothy's, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something different in her expression—something soft, something tender.

In that moment, Sylvia made a silent vow to herself: from now on, whenever Timothy trained the disciples, she would wake up earlier and make sure to brew a refreshing, delicious bowl of lemon tea for him. If he could drink it during training, it would surely help him improve his strength!

Taking the porcelain bowl back from Timothy, Sylvia glanced at him shyly, their eyes meeting briefly before she quickly averted her gaze, her voice soft. "Well, you should get back to training. I'll head out now, okay?"

"Yeah, thanks, honey."

Having finally gotten to drink something that wasn't a dangerous concoction, Timothy couldn't help but smile at Sylvia's flushed, slightly embarrassed face. By finishing the ice water in one go, he had shown his full support for her gesture.

Hopefully, this meant she wouldn't bring him any more of that deadly lemon tea in the future!

But no matter what she brought, Timothy hadn't expected Sylvia to personally come here twice just to give him something.

Watching her retreating figure, still tinged with a bit of shyness, Timothy couldn't help but smile to himself.

The Goddess might seem cold and distant on the outside, but no one knew that her heart was warmer than anyone else's.

"I'll be going now. Make sure you all follow Timothy's lead and train hard. No slacking off."

Sylvia's cool voice swept over the disciples of Sky Sanctuary as she cast a final glance at them, her divine presence lingering in the air before she turned to leave.

But as they watched her flawless, graceful figure disappear, the disciples couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness.

Why was it always Timothy who got to drink the water the Goddess personally brought? Why did it feel like the way she treated Timothy was completely different from how she treated the rest of them?

This was blatant favoritism!

"How… how is this even possible?!"

Vivian stood there, completely dumbfounded by what she had just witnessed.

Even a fool could see the undeniable intimacy between the two of them!

Which meant… the Goddess and Timothy were really…

In an instant, her gaze became hollow, as if her entire world had just crumbled.