Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

The mighty Holy Emperor, reduced to being as helpless as an ordinary little girl.

No, actually, aside from barely being able to fly using the last bit of her power, she was practically no different from a regular kid!

Sylvia flitted around in the air, using what little magic she had left, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't snatch the snow lotus from Timothy's hands.

She tried everything—giving him her best puppy-dog eyes, hoping to win him over with cuteness, or even making adorable, threatening faces to scare him into giving it back. But none of it worked.

Timothy, having already stolen the snow lotus, seemed completely determined not to return it. In fact, he even took the opportunity to pinch Sylvia's soft, squishy cheeks.

After all, when else would he get the chance to freely tease and pinch Goddess Sylvia's face like this? Outside of the Netherworld, this kind of opportunity was practically unheard of.

"Wow, I didn't expect your cheeks to be this soft when you were younger. They're even more fun to pinch than I thought," Timothy said with a mischievous grin, looking at her slightly chubby, naturally flushed cheeks.

At that moment, Sylvia suddenly felt a gaze from the ground—one that was both comforting and amused. It seemed even her sister, Erelyn, had noticed her embarrassing predicament.

She had been so excited to show off to her long-lost sister, to brag a little about how she was now a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse. But now, all her pride had gone out the window!

"Damn you, Timothy! I'm gonna bite you!" Sylvia's gem-like eyes welled up with tears as she flew toward Timothy, baring her little fangs and aiming for his shoulder.

"Ow, so hard!"

But almost immediately, she felt a sharp pain in her teeth.

"You… you're using the Unyielding Iron Warrior Form?!"

Her teeth tingled with a dull ache. Sylvia couldn't believe it—Timothy actually knew how to use this Arcane Art.

The Unyielding Iron Warrior Form had strict limitations. While it allowed a practitioner to maintain impressive strength, especially for someone like Timothy, it came with a catch: if the practitioner broke certain vows, the technique would lose much of its effectiveness.

But even with the form weakened, Timothy's defense was still far too strong for a powerless little girl like Sylvia to bite through.

"There's no way you're gonna bite through me. You might as well give up, honey," Timothy said with a knowing smile, having anticipated this exact scenario.

Sylvia's little fangs felt soft and sore, as if they were about to fall out. She glared at Timothy with a mix of frustration and sadness, clearly unwilling to give up.

"No way! I don't believe it!" she cried, pushing past her fear and stubbornly biting at Timothy's chest again.

"Ow, that hurts."

But Timothy's chest was as solid as a rock, and she couldn't make a dent. Sylvia let out a small yelp of pain, her tiny body trembling slightly.

Timothy couldn't help but laugh. Who would've thought that the goddess, now in her smaller form, would be even more stubborn, refusing to admit defeat no matter what?

Still, with the Unyielding Iron Warrior Form in place, there was no way her little fangs could break through.

But to Timothy's surprise, Sylvia didn't give up. She kept biting lower and lower.

When she couldn't bite his shoulder, she went for his chest. When that didn't work, she tried his stomach. And when even that failed, her sharp little fangs aimed even lower… toward his crotch.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down, babe!"

Timothy instantly realized something was off when he saw where Sylvia's gaze was headed.

Thanks to the Unyielding Iron Warrior Form, he wasn't worried about her little fangs actually doing any damage, but if she really bit down there… in her current form…

That would be a crime!

He quickly dodged out of the way, no longer daring to let Sylvia continue her biting spree.

"Huh? You weren't scared at all just now, so why are you suddenly avoiding me?" Sylvia blinked in confusion, clearly puzzled.

After all, Timothy hadn't seemed the least bit concerned when she was biting him earlier. But now, all of a sudden…

"He's panicking! He's totally panicking!"

Sylvia's big, watery eyes lit up with excitement.

She'd heard rumors that the Unyielding Iron Warrior Form had a weird, obscure weak spot. Could it be that she'd actually guessed it right?

"Hmph, don't think you can get away now! Even if you give me back the snow lotus, I'm not letting you off the hook!" Sylvia declared, her tiny mouth opening wide, her sharp little fangs locked onto Timothy like a predator zeroing in on its prey. Her face was filled with the thrill of impending victory.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down, babe! This has nothing to do with the Unyielding Iron Warrior Form!" Timothy was dumbfounded.

He couldn't believe it. Sylvia, who was usually so sharp and clever, had turned into… well, a bit of an airhead after shrinking down to this childlike form.

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But more importantly, it wasn't about whether or not she could break his defense. If she actually bit him there in this form…

That would be… a disaster. His reputation would be ruined forever!

"Heh, don't try to fool me. You're clearly panicking."

Seeing Timothy's flustered expression, Sylvia looked like she'd just discovered a hidden treasure.

With a smug grin, she lunged at him again, even more excited than before.

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"Don't even think about running! I'm gonna break your Unyielding Iron Warrior Form with ease!"

"Haha, scared now, aren't you? But it's too late! You're about to get bitten!"

Her childish voice echoed through the air, sounding innocent and pure, almost like the sweet voice of a little girl playing a game.

But as the scene unfolded, the ghost soldiers watching from below were left utterly speechless, their mouths hanging open in shock.

"My god, that little girl looks so pure and innocent, but she knows that much?"

"This… this is way too wild. I remember when I was alive, girls that age didn't know anything about stuff like this. Has the world really changed that much in just a few hundred years?"

"Man, times have changed. People aren't what they used to be."

"So wild…"

Even these ghost soldiers, who had been dead for who knows how many years, couldn't help but blush at the sight of Sylvia chasing Timothy, her eyes locked onto a very specific part of his body. Their worldview was being shaken to its core.

For a moment, countless pairs of eyes stared up at the sky, frozen in place, unsure of what to say.

"Heh, watch how I—"

"Huh? Wait a second… something feels off."

Just as Sylvia was about to catch up to Timothy, she suddenly noticed that the ghost soldiers below were all staring at her.

And their expressions… were really strange.

She hadn't done anything weird, so why were they all looking at her like that?

Sylvia tilted her little head, confused, trying to figure out what was going on.

But then, out of nowhere, a memory from one of those naughty books she'd once secretly read flashed through her mind. And in that instant, she realized why her actions were drawing so much attention.

Her face turned bright red.