Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

From the chimney, wisps of pale gray smoke rose gently, as peaceful and serene as the quiet little town itself.

The mouthwatering aroma of food, accompanied by the sizzling sounds of cooking, filled the entire small cottage. Just sitting there, Sylvia could feel her stomach rumbling in anticipation.

"Dinner's ready!"

The old, creaky wooden door of the kitchen swung open.

Timothy stepped out, holding a dish in each hand, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he placed the steaming, fragrant plates on the table one by one.

The stir-fried bamboo shoots still retained their fresh green color, and just by looking at them, you could tell they were crisp and not greasy—a rare treat.

The wild greens, simply washed and left unprocessed, were arranged on the plate like blooming green flowers. On the side, there was a freshly made sauce, cooked with eggs.

The mushroom soup, garnished with a sprinkle of green onions, was clear yet rich, and its savory aroma quickly spread throughout the house.

All these ingredients had been foraged by Sylvia earlier when she took a break to head up the mountain.

Though they had looked rather monstrous when tossed into a large pot to boil, the remaining ingredients in Timothy's hands had been transformed into something entirely different.

"It smells amazing!"

The entire table was filled with vegetarian dishes—not a single trace of meat in sight.
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Forget Sky Sanctuary, even the grandest royal palaces in the mundane world wouldn't serve such simple ingredients.

Yet, at this moment, these seemingly humble dishes had been elevated into something extraordinary.

Even Sylvia, scanning the table with a hint of surprise, found it hard to believe that such plain vegetables could be turned into something so delicious.

"Let's dig in, honey."

With utensils in hand and a loaf of fragrant whole wheat bread, Timothy sat down beside Sylvia.

The simple clothes, the worn-out house—it all seemed to perfectly match the unpretentious spread of vegetarian dishes.

But what stood out was the warmth in the air, making the atmosphere anything but ordinary.

"I can't believe whole wheat bread can smell this good!"

Taking a tentative bite of the bread, which lacked the pure, clean look of white bread, Sylvia's eyes suddenly lit up.

And that wasn't all…

"This is so good! That crisp, light flavor—I've never tasted anything like it!"

"Wow, who would've thought wild greens would pair so perfectly with this sauce!"

"The texture of these mushrooms—it's just like eating meat!"

No longer in Sky Sanctuary, and with no need to worry about anyone discovering her identity, Sylvia let her joy show freely. The face that had always been as cold as ice now brimmed with surprise and delight.

"Hey, why aren't you eating?"

But soon, she noticed that Timothy hadn't touched his fork at all. Instead, he was just sitting there, smiling at her.

"I can't help it. You're just too cute, honey. I can't take my eyes off you."

Timothy shrugged, as if it were her fault.

"You—!"

Sylvia tried to retort, but with her mouth full of food, she ended up choking instead.

Before she could finish her sentence, she was coughing uncontrollably.

"Why are you eating so fast? Here, have some soup."

Her flustered, almost childlike reaction was a far cry from the proud and feared figure known as Goddess Sylvia, revered by countless practitioners.

Timothy couldn't help but laugh. He quickly ladled a bowl of mushroom soup and handed it to her.

"Tch, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I don't need to be treated like a child!"

Realizing that her image had taken a bit of a hit, Sylvia quickly tried to regain her composure, shooting Timothy a sideways glance.

"Then I'll just take it away?"

To Sylvia's surprise, Timothy suddenly became very decisive, picking up the mushroom soup as if he was really going to walk off with it.

"Hic."

Sylvia, caught off guard, panicked a little. "Don't take it away! That's not what I meant!"

She quickly tried to explain, "I mean… if it comes to that, you could feed it to me, I guess. Hmph!"

"Wait, why are you moving it even farther away? Hic… I… hic…"

"I'm going to choke! My mushroom soup!"

Just as Sylvia thought she might actually choke, a spoon gently found its way into her mouth.

With a gulp, the rich, savory flavor of the mushroom soup lingered on her tongue, and the piece of bread that had been stuck slid smoothly down her throat.

The warmth and fullness that followed left her feeling completely satisfied.

"Ugh, that was mean…"

Sylvia puffed out her cheeks slightly, giving Timothy a long, accusing look.

But Timothy just smiled, as if he had expected this all along. "Didn't you just say you didn't want any?"

"I said that because—"

"Oh? So should I just drink it all myself?"

"No, no, no! The soup smells amazing! I want another taste!"

"Haha, honey, if you're going to pretend to be tough, at least try to be a little more convincing. You're such a little foodie."

"Foodie? I am not!"

The delicious aroma of the food filled the air, but more than the meal itself, it was the playful banter and teasing between them that made the atmosphere so sweet.

Before they knew it, the sun had already dipped halfway behind the distant mountains.

The fiery red sunset, casting its glow across the sky, seemed even more vibrant and beautiful.

The two of them, still laughing and teasing, were suddenly drawn to the breathtaking scene outside.

The sky was ablaze with color, the sun's last rays painting the horizon in shades of crimson.

It was as if the peaceful, ordinary mountain village had been draped in a blanket of tranquility and serenity.

"It's so beautiful… and so quiet…"

Without realizing it, Sylvia had walked over to the window, her hand gently finding Timothy's.

Neither of them said a word, but they both stood there, silently enjoying the perfect moment.

The mountains, the town, the stillness, the sunset.

Every part of the scene seemed to embody the beauty of the world.

Even their shoulders, one tall and one shorter, gradually leaned into each other.

Sylvia's soft, silky hair fell into Timothy's arms, carrying a delicate fragrance, like orchids in bloom.

Together, they watched the sun slowly sink behind the mountains, until it disappeared completely.

As the last ray of light faded, both of them felt a deep sense of peace settle over them.

"It's dark now."

"Yeah."

"I never thought a sunset in a small town could be this beautiful."

Timothy's voice suddenly broke the silence, whispering softly in Sylvia's ear. "But let me ask you a little question, honey. What do you think ordinary people do for fun at night?"

"Hmm? What could it be?"

Sylvia blinked, momentarily puzzled. She couldn't think of anything right away. After all, many families couldn't even afford to light candles at night, so what kind of entertainment could they have in the pitch-black darkness?

Timothy chuckled. "Want to know the answer?"

"Kind of…"

Sylvia's curiosity was piqued, as she still couldn't figure it out.

"Well, the answer is… making babies."

Sylvia: "?"

She suddenly realized she had walked right into that one.