Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Ah, I see."

At that moment, all the elders stood in silent respect.

Ever since Sylvia had announced her relationship, their thoughts had become a bit complicated. They felt like they couldn't quite understand the goddess anymore.

But now, seeing her calm and decisive judgment, the elders once again felt a deep sense of awe.

As expected, even though the goddess seemed to be caught up in her romance, she was still the same goddess as before.

Sure, she might act a little differently when it came to love, but she could clearly separate her personal life from her duties. She still carried the same calmness and authority as the Holy Emperor.

When it came to handling important matters, she would automatically revert to the goddess they knew, perfectly able to distinguish between her personal life and her responsibilities.

"We were too narrow-minded, jumping to conclusions. Turns out, the goddess is still the same as she's always been!"

Elder Turner was so moved that he almost burst into tears.

At this moment, his thoughts were completely solidified.

While the goddess might seem sweet and girl-next-door-like when she's in love, the moment something serious comes up, she instantly regains her cool, dignified demeanor.

In her eyes, there was a clear line between public and private matters. In formal settings, there was no way she would mix business with showing affection. How could anyone not respect a goddess like that?

For a moment, the other elders were also deeply moved, unsure of what to say.

Seeing their reactions, Sylvia couldn't help but feel a bit pleased. She cleared her throat lightly and said, "Alright, let's proceed as usual. Begin the court session and report to me."

"Yes, Your Holiness!"

Elder Turner responded with excitement.

He then pulled out the report he had long prepared and began to speak loudly, "Your Holiness, today—"

But just as he started, he noticed a sound coming from the entrance of the hall.

It was Timothy, who had just finished calming Azura.

Glancing at the elders standing respectfully below the throne, Timothy didn't stop. He walked straight across the hall and stood beside Sylvia.

"Timothy, what are you doing there? That's against protocol!" Elder Turner was taken aback.

Everyone knew that in the presence of the goddess, no one was allowed to stand near the throne.

Up until now, no one had ever been granted the privilege to stand beside the goddess during a Sect meeting.

"Against protocol?"

Timothy chuckled. "Since ancient times, haven't kings and emperors always had attendants by their side? Why would this be any different?"

"But you're a man!"

"And the goddess is a woman."

"…"

Elder Turner rubbed his forehead, feeling completely baffled by the logic.

"Besides, whether I'm standing next to the goddess or she's standing next to me, isn't it the same thing?"

At that moment, Timothy spoke again.

Even though he wasn't trying to be imposing, there was an undeniable aura of authority in his voice that made all the elders pause.

Elder Turner's frail body trembled slightly as he suddenly realized something.

Ever since Timothy returned from the Sepulcher of the Sacred, his status had completely changed.

Now, Timothy was a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse. According to the customs of the Elant continent, where strength commanded respect, anyone at the Holy Emperor level was considered a senior, regardless of their previous status.

Besides, what business did an old man like him have meddling in the affairs of a young couple?

Why was he still stuck thinking the way he used to?

Realizing his mistake, Elder Turner quickly waved his hands. "Forget I said anything, forget I said anything."

The hall fell silent.

Sylvia glanced at Timothy with a hint of concern. She couldn't shake the feeling that Timothy's sudden appearance in the hall, standing right beside her, might have some ulterior motive.

But when she saw that Timothy was just standing behind her without doing anything suspicious, she relaxed a little and turned back to Elder Turner. "Elder Turner, please continue."

"Ah, yes, I'll continue."

Still feeling quite embarrassed, Elder Turner resumed his report. "Two months ago, the Sky Sanctuary successfully reclaimed the Thalindor Kingdom, and it's now steadily developing.

Not only has the previous chaos been brought under control, but they're also actively drafting various laws and regulations.

These laws cover a wide range of areas. For the general populace, they include curfews, aid policies for the poor, and price controls on everyday goods.

In terms of commerce, they address tax policies for salt merchants, the timing and location for grain sales, and so on…"

The kingdom's legal reforms were extensive, covering all aspects of life. Elder Turner had clearly prepared thoroughly, reading aloud from his report with great enthusiasm.

But the sheer volume of these tedious details was overwhelming.

The monotonous nature of the report was so mind-numbing that even Sylvia, who was known for her patience, found herself struggling to stay awake.

Despite her best efforts, these meetings were always unbearably dull. This was precisely why most Holy Emperor-level figures avoided dealing with such matters altogether.

Sylvia's hands-on approach, where she personally oversaw every decision, ensured that nothing was overlooked. But in moments like this, it was undeniably exhausting.

"Hmm, this law seems quite good."

"Yes, this method will definitely benefit the people."

"Mm, very nice."

"Ugh."

Before she knew it, Sylvia was stifling a yawn, caught between fatigue and boredom.

Even with her immense patience, Elder Turner's endless droning was starting to wear her down.

Her eyelids drooped, her head gently bobbing as her mind grew foggy. She was on the verge of falling asleep, barely holding on to the last thread of consciousness, trying to fight off the overwhelming drowsiness.

But the more she tried to stay awake, the more torturous it became.

Just as she was about to succumb to sleep, she suddenly felt a pair of hands gently rest on her shoulders.

"Hmm?"

She forced her sleepy eyes open and looked behind her.

It was Timothy's hands resting on her.

Before Sylvia could even ask what he was doing, Timothy began to massage her shoulders with a technique so refined it was almost magical.

Instantly, a wave of relaxation washed over her entire body.

It felt as though she had just woken up from the most restful sleep of her life. The fatigue that had been weighing her down vanished in an instant, replaced by a sensation of pure comfort and ease.

In just a moment, the boredom and exhaustion were completely gone. Read the latest on My Virtual Library Empire

"That feels amazing~," Sylvia couldn't help but murmur softly.

"Feels good, right? Ever since I reached the Holy Emperor level and my understanding of power deepened, my massage skills have improved too," Timothy said with a grin, as he applied another expert touch.

"Ah~"

Amidst Elder Turner's monotonous droning, a soft, melodious sound suddenly echoed through the otherwise quiet hall.