Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Wait… could it be…?"

Timothy, a Holy Emperor-level warrior who could face entire armies without flinching, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. His hands trembled slightly.

After a long day, all he had been thinking about was enjoying a nice, hearty dinner.
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Then it hit him—his wife, the goddess Sylvia, had personally cooked the meal. And her cooking… well, it was the kind of food that could send even a Holy Emperor to the afterlife!

"Honey, you know what? On second thought, I think I'll go back to the fields for a bit. Maybe I'll skip dinner tonight."

Timothy could feel cold sweat forming on his forehead. He quickly grabbed a hoe, ready to make a run for it.

"You've been working all day. The sun's about to set. It's time to rest."

Sylvia's voice was soft and gentle as she lightly tugged on Timothy's arm.

Her eyes, like autumn's calm, were filled with concern and tenderness.

Seeing this side of Sylvia—the gentle, caring wife—made Timothy's heart skip a beat. For a moment, he almost felt his resolve melt away.

But then…

The memory of her previous culinary disasters flashed through his mind, and Timothy shuddered.

The last time she casually brewed some lemon tea, he had ended up coughing up blood. If she had put serious effort into tonight's dinner…

Forget Holy Emperor-level warriors—even a Supreme Emperor wouldn't survive this!

"Goddess, honey, please! No! Don't do this!"

Timothy's voice, tinged with despair, echoed through the courtyard. But it was too late—Sylvia's soft, delicate hand had already pulled him into the house.

Thankfully, Mr. Eldric, who had been nearby with his students, had wisely decided to leave. Otherwise, he might have thought he was witnessing a murder.

...

"You've worked hard today. It's time to eat."

Sylvia's voice was soft, with a hint of playful reproach. "Don't worry, I made something delicious tonight. You're the only one in the world who gets to taste my cooking. You should feel lucky~"

The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow over the room as Sylvia led Timothy into the space she had carefully prepared.

On a small wooden table, two candles wrapped in soft pink gauze flickered gently. Their light filled the room with a cozy, intimate atmosphere.

A few flower petals were scattered across the table, and two golden goblets, intricately crafted, sat beside them. The rich aroma of the wine inside filled the air, adding a touch of elegance to the otherwise modest home.

It seemed that, surprisingly, Sylvia had a pretty good eye for decoration.

Looking at the scene before him, Timothy couldn't help but momentarily forget the impending danger. He let out a small, appreciative sigh. "Wow, I didn't expect you to be so good at decorating, honey."

"Hmph, of course! Even the Sky Sanctuary was built according to my designs. But more than decorating, what I'm really proud of is my cooking~ Just wait and see!" Sylvia flashed a playful smile and confidently headed toward the kitchen.

"Here we go~"

Her voice was filled with effort as she carried out the dish she had spent two hours preparing.

"Wait, wait!" Timothy suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

The room's decor was indeed impressive. If you ignored the worn-out walls, it could almost pass for a wealthy noble's home.

But…

As he sniffed the air, Timothy could distinctly smell something burnt, something sour, and something… indescribable. A scent that sent a shiver through his soul.

"What on earth did she make this time?" Timothy rushed toward the kitchen.

The small kitchen was already filled with thick, purple smoke. The strange-colored fumes gave the entire space an eerie, almost sinister atmosphere.

Through the dense smoke, Timothy activated his Soulborn Eye, barely managing to make out the scene.

Sylvia was holding a golden dish, intricately engraved with the patterns of a hundred beasts. The dish itself was clearly a priceless treasure, but what it contained…

The source of the purple smoke was the bubbling, viscous liquid inside. The thick, purple soup was boiling, and within it, strange, unidentifiable objects floated to the surface.

Some of them writhed and squirmed, while others seemed to take on the faces of demons, letting out silent screams of agony.

Timothy could say with absolute certainty: anyone below the Supreme Emperor level wouldn't survive this dinner!

"What are you doing here? Don't worry, I can carry it myself."

Seeing Timothy suddenly appear, Sylvia flashed a soft smile, clearly in a good mood. "Trust my cooking! Tonight's dinner is my latest creation. It's a perfect blend of sweet candy, sour hawthorn, bitter melon, extra-spicy peppers… and my secret homemade sauce, all simmered together."

She beamed with pride. "It's got everything—flavor, aroma, and presentation! Plus, I used only the finest wild ingredients from the mountains. This is, without a doubt, the most creative dish I've ever made! Honestly, if I didn't want you to have the first taste, I would've started eating already!"

Sylvia's lips curled up in satisfaction, clearly pleased with her masterpiece. After all, who else in the world could create such a dish, blending so many flavors into what she believed was the pinnacle of culinary innovation?

Just thinking about it made her certain it would be delicious!

With that, Sylvia began to carry the indescribable concoction out of the kitchen.

"Wait!"

Timothy quickly stepped in to stop her. "Ahem, honey, let's just set this aside for now. How about I cook dinner tonight?"

He gently took hold of the dish, trying to remove the dangerous creation from her hands.

"There's no need! I worked so hard on this meal. Why should you cook when we already have this?" Sylvia protested, unwilling to let him take it away.

"That's not what I meant!"

Timothy wanted to explain just how terrifying the contents of that pot were, but seeing the innocent, hopeful look in Sylvia's eyes, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her feelings.

'What do I do…?'

After racking his brain for a while, Timothy finally had a lightbulb moment. He softened his voice and said, "It's not that I don't want to eat your… uh, delicious creation. But remember, we're here to experience the life of ordinary people today. Such a rare and exquisite dish should be saved for when we're back at the Sky Sanctuary. Since we've spent the whole day living like regular folks, why not have a simple, everyday meal tonight?"

"That… kind of makes sense. But I worked so hard on this…"

"Don't worry, honey. I'll make sure to save it and we'll enjoy it later, I promise!"

Before Sylvia could finish her sentence, Timothy, with an awkward smile, gently nudged her out of the kitchen.

"Hmph, excuses… I spent so long making this…"

Sylvia pouted slightly, her cheeks puffing up in frustration as she stared at the hastily closed wooden door. Her eyes held a hint of disappointment and a touch of sadness.

But just then, the old, creaky door slowly opened again.

Timothy stood there, smiling warmly. He reached out and gently patted her soft, fluffy head—something no one had ever dared to do before. With a tender smile, he said, "And who says dinner always has to be made by you? Go sit down and relax. No matter how tired I am, as long as you want to eat, I'll cook you the best meals every day."

With that, the door creaked shut once more.

Soon, the sounds of cooking and the aroma of stir-fried dishes filled the air.

"Hmph!"

Sylvia let out a soft, playful huff as she stared at the old wooden door.

But despite her feigned annoyance, the corners of her mouth curled up into a small, contented smile, filled with warmth and satisfaction.