Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Now that's more like it..."

Sylvia finally broke into a smile through her tears, playfully punching Timothy on the arm.

As the curtains were drawn back, warm sunlight poured into the room, and the breeze carried a hint of coolness.

It was already past eight in the morning.

By this time, most families had finished breakfast and were out in the fields, starting a long day of hard work.

The whole town felt peaceful and serene, so calm that it was easy to get lost in the tranquility.

But...

"I can't believe how fast the day went by. Today, we have to head back to Sky Sanctuary."

Standing at the door, Sylvia suddenly turned around.

A gentle breeze lifted the hem of her light blue dress, making it flutter softly like a blooming camellia—elegant and breathtaking.

"Yeah, a lot of people are waiting for us. And... there's still a wedding to plan."

Timothy smiled as he walked over to her, taking her smooth, delicate hand in his.

Creak.

The two of them stepped out of the house.

Looking back, the little cottage still appeared quite run-down.

Yet, for some reason, in their eyes, this simple, even shabby little house suddenly felt warm and comforting.

On the old, low wooden table, two candles were still burning, and the three-legged chair showed signs of recent use.

Especially in the small patch of land beside the house—once barren, after a day of work, tiny green shoots had already broken through the soil.

Dewdrops from the morning still clung to the seedlings, and under the newborn sun, they seemed to be growing vigorously, reaching for the sky.

The small courtyard was filled with a vibrant, thriving energy.

A white paper crane gently floated down in front of them.

Sylvia glanced back at the courtyard one last time, reluctant to leave, before slowly sitting down on the paper crane.

Timothy sat behind her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.
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The day they spent living like ordinary people in the small town had been simple, but it was this very simplicity and quiet that gave these two powerful Holy Emperors a feeling so different from their usual lives.

Perhaps such peaceful, ordinary days would be rare in the future, but this one would surely become an eternal memory, never to be forgotten.

The crane's call echoed through the sky, its ethereal sound carrying far and wide.

The townspeople, busy with their work in the fields, barely noticed the shadow that silently passed overhead.

Clink, clink.

Only the crisp sound of keys jingling startled Elder Zandor next door.

"What was that?"

Sensing something was off, he hurried out of his house.

To his surprise, he saw two gold ingots quietly placed on the wall that separated his house from the neighboring cottage.

Next to the gold ingots was a small set of keys.

These were the same keys he had handed to the young couple just the day before.

"They... left?"

Elder Zandor quickly picked up the keys and the gold ingots.

In the past, when he rented out that old, run-down cottage, it was just to earn a few silver coins to buy some daily necessities and help make ends meet.

But now, with the gold ingots in his hands, he found himself inexplicably wishing he could see those two young people again.

Even Elder Zandor himself didn't quite understand why he felt this way.

He just knew that there was something different about them.

Sure enough, the old, worn-out doors of the cottage had already been locked.

"Hey, you two! Are you still here?"

Elder Zandor hurriedly knocked on the door, but no response came.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to insert the key. With a soft click, the lock opened.

The wooden door creaked as it swung open, revealing the same quiet courtyard as always.

Calm, peaceful, and utterly silent.

"You two?"

Elder Zandor stepped inside, looking around.

But aside from the two candles still sitting on the table, there was no trace of the young couple who had been there just moments ago.

Those two slightly unusual young people had appeared out of nowhere, and now they had vanished just as suddenly, leaving no sign behind.

It was as if they had never been there at all.

"At least they could've said goodbye," Elder Zandor sighed, a little disappointed.

He had rented out rooms to many people over the years. Most of the time, it was just a quick exchange—money for keys—with little conversation.

But even though this time had been no different, he felt an inexplicable fondness for Timothy and Sylvia.

Without touching the candles on the table, Elder Zandor left the house, feeling a bit deflated. As he glanced around, hoping to find some sign of the two, something caught his eye.

The small vegetable garden in the distance... something about it seemed different.

That patch of land had been barren for years, unable to grow anything. But now, with just a casual glance, he noticed something.

Was that... green?

Elder Zandor's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He rushed over to the garden, quickly opening the small gate.

And when the sight before him came into full view, his eyes widened in disbelief.

This was no ordinary patch of green.

Whatever seeds had been planted in the soil were now sprouting, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Buds formed, flowers bloomed, and in mere moments, the once barren garden was filled with vibrant life.

Brilliant blue flowers blossomed across the garden, their delicate fragrance drifting through the air.

And in the center of each flower, a single drop of clear, blue liquid hung, shimmering in the morning light.

As the flowers swayed gently in the breeze, the drops of liquid began to fall, one by one, onto the soil below.

With each drop that touched the earth, ripples spread out, like waves in a pond, radiating outward.

The pale blue ripples spread not just through the garden, but beyond—across the entire house, and further still.

The streets, the fields, the mountains...

In the blink of an eye, the entire town was touched by this strange, magical ripple.

And the power of those ripples...

Outside the garden, Elder Zandor held out his hand.

To his astonishment, he saw that his arm—and the space around him—was slowly fading, as if dissolving into the air.

But it wasn't just that. His once clouded eyes suddenly became clear and sharp. The constant pain in his back vanished, and he found he could stand up straight with ease.

As he looked around, he saw it wasn't just him. The flowers, the trees, the grass in the hills—they were all growing, thriving with newfound energy.

This strange phenomenon was like the morning dew, silently nourishing everything it touched, bringing life to the town.

As the flowers in the garden swayed in the wind, the entire town underwent a miraculous transformation.

Without realizing it, Elder Zandor lifted his head.

And when he looked up at the sky, his gaze froze.

High above, in the clear sky where the clouds had parted, a white paper crane soared, gliding gracefully through the endless blue.

And on the crane...

The woman who had stayed in his cottage the day before was now dressed in a stunning, elegant light blue gown. The man beside her wore a white robe, standing tall and proud.

Riding on the paper crane, they looked like a pair of celestial beings.

No, perhaps they were.

"I see now," Elder Zandor murmured.

A serene smile spread across his face as he quietly left the garden, walked out of the courtyard, and locked the wooden doors behind him.

He knew that he would likely never see those two again in his lifetime.

But from this day forward, this door, this little courtyard, would only ever open for them.