Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Hmph, I didn't expect your technique to be surprisingly good. When we get back to the palace, you can give me a few more head rubs..."

Maybe it was because her body had shrunk.

At this moment, Sylvia, who was usually so proud and never willing to show her true feelings, had a slight blush on her cheeks. She couldn't help but nuzzle into Timothy's palm, as if she was really enjoying the touch.

If this had been in the past, getting such approval from her would have made Timothy not only accept it but maybe even rub her head a few more times right then and there.

But right now, something felt a bit off.

"Going back to the palace? This... this..."

"Isn't that a bit too much?!"

The onlooking spirits, who had a pretty upright sense of morality, couldn't help but whisper in shock. While they were grateful to Timothy for defeating Magnus, their gazes clearly showed they now saw him as some kind of pervert with a strange fetish.

They kept muttering things like, "What a beast," and "That's way too forward."

"Why are you being so honest now, of all times, honey..."

Looking at Sylvia's soft, blushing face, Timothy didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Sure, the goddess was undeniably cute right now, and he could even tease her without any consequences.

But still... this was kind of a problem.

"Wait a second, the goddess has reverted to her childhood form, but I haven't changed at all.

I have the Ancient Saintly Body, but Sylvia's snow lotus has fallen off.

So, maybe..."

A glimmer of excitement suddenly appeared in Timothy's eyes.

'Could it be that this whole situation is related to the ghostly energy in the Netherworld?

The Ancient Saintly Body protects me from the ghostly energy, so I wasn't affected. But Sylvia, without her snow lotus, has undergone this transformation.

If that's the case!'

Timothy quickly took out the snow lotus.

Sylvia's body was so small now that Timothy had to bend halfway down just to get close to her.

'W-What are you doing?'

Still basking in the warmth of the head rub, Sylvia instinctively tried to pull away when she saw Timothy approaching with the snow lotus.

"Honey, I think I might have a way to restore your body."

Timothy's voice suddenly came from right beside her ear.

'Restore my body?'

Even Sylvia found it hard to believe.

While Timothy was fighting earlier, she had tried everything she could think of to return to her normal size.

She had tried using her spiritual energy to break through the constraints of her body, and even bit her finger to use her blood essence to awaken her form. But none of it worked.

And biting her finger really hurt! She had even cried from the pain!

But still, nothing had worked.

What could possibly restore her body now?

While Sylvia was lost in doubt, Timothy had already moved closer.

The snow lotus in his hand gave off a cool, faint fragrance as he gently tucked it into Sylvia's hair.

Even though her body had shrunk, her long black hair was still thick and lush.

The snow-white lotus nestled into her dark hair, creating a striking contrast.

A cool, refreshing scent spread through the air, and the sacred aura of the snow lotus began to envelop Sylvia's small body.

In this ghostly, oppressive Netherworld, she suddenly felt a wave of comfort wash over her.

And then, Sylvia realized something was changing.

The snow lotus was emitting a soft glow, surrounding her tiny form, and a familiar sensation began to spread through her.

"My body, could it be...?"

As the light twisted and shimmered, Sylvia was shocked to find that her body was slowly changing under the glow.

A ball of light enveloped her small frame, and soon, the light expanded, outlining a human figure.

Unlike before, the curves traced by the light were graceful and flawless.

The silhouette was so stunningly shapely that it left many of the nearby spirits completely mesmerized.

They could hardly imagine how breathtaking the figure hidden within the light must be.

"It's actually working!"

Watching Sylvia's height gradually increase, Timothy couldn't help but be a little amazed.

Especially with the light outlining her form, it highlighted a graceful figure that Timothy hadn't really paid much attention to before.

The fragrance of the snow lotus wafted through the air, carrying a sense of purity.

And under the astonished gazes of everyone around, the light finally began to fade, revealing a figure of ethereal beauty.

Her eyes were soft, with a hint of coolness, her skin smooth like porcelain, with a faint blush of pink. Her long black hair danced in the wind, her waist slender like a willow, her figure elegant and poised.

Her eyebrows were delicately arched, and her eyes sparkled with a beauty that seemed otherworldly, as if she were a celestial being untouched by the mortal world—cold, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

For a moment, the spirits in the Netherworld felt as if they had been transported to the Celestial Realm.

Staring at that graceful figure, they were all momentarily stunned.

None of them could imagine who could possibly be worthy of such a woman.

But at that moment, Sylvia, having just regained her body, was momentarily dazed. Soon, her gaze shifted toward Timothy.

"Ahem, everything I said earlier was just a joke. Don't take it seriously, okay?"

Though Sylvia's return to her original form was great, Timothy couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. After all, he had just been teasing the goddess, even threatening to spank her. He quickly coughed and tried to explain.

However, things didn't go as he expected.

Sylvia's eyes softened, and a subtle, almost playful glint appeared in them.

She suddenly stepped forward, gently wrapping her arms around Timothy.

Her soft body pressed against him, and she looked up, her clear eyes showing a hint of vulnerability. "You always act so tough, daring to face off against a Holy Emperor-level opponent head-on. What if something had happened to you..."

"There's no 'what if.' If I'm protecting you, there's no room for 'what if.' There's only victory." Timothy smiled softly and tapped the tip of Sylvia's nose.

He hadn't expected that the first thing Sylvia would do after regaining her body was this.

His words struck a chord deep in Sylvia's heart.

Already feeling a mix of worry and affection, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, like a blooming peach blossom. "But no matter what, you still need to be punished!"

It seemed like she knew she didn't have much ground to stand on.

Her voice, however, carried a hint of childishness, as if she were trying to sound stern but couldn't quite pull it off.

"Punished?" Timothy asked, a bit confused.

"Of course, and that punishment is..."

As she spoke, Sylvia's face turned even redder, a trace of embarrassment creeping in. "But honestly, I have serious doubts whether this is really a punishment for a pervert like you, or more of a reward!"

Her eyes sparkled mischievously, and after saying that, Sylvia bit her lip slightly. Then, with the grace and authority of a goddess, she leaned in and kissed him...n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om