Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Behind the barrier, Timothy couldn't help but recall the pitiful cries of Zephyra when she was getting spanked. It had been a while since he'd heard that sound.

Quietly, Timothy activated his Soulborn Eye, peering through the barrier to observe the scene.

"Wow, those handprints are really red. Looks like the goddess didn't hold back."

"And this energy… Who would've thought that Saint Zephyra had more going on than she lets on…"

"Ahem, this scene…"

After watching for a bit, Timothy's face flushed slightly. The sight was a bit too much, and he felt a little embarrassed.

As things seemed to be wrapping up, he finally deactivated his Soulborn Eye, quickly slipping away from the palace.

Zephyra always had a knack for showing up at the worst possible moments.

But this time, Timothy had to admit… she did a great job!

If Zephyra hadn't barged in, he wouldn't have had the chance to use the Holy Emperor's Touch to turn the tables.

Who knew that Holy Emperor's Touch would be even more effective than he'd imagined?

Thinking back on what he'd just done, Timothy couldn't help but cough awkwardly.

The sounds from the palace continued to echo for a while longer.

Before long, the noise finally stopped, and Zephyra came running out, looking like she was fleeing for her life.

"Well, well, if it isn't Saint Zephyra. Long time no see," Timothy greeted her casually.

"Waaah…"

Zephyra glanced at Timothy with teary eyes, her tears flowing even harder.

Without saying another word, she disappeared in a flash, vanishing into the distance.

It was obvious—she'd been bullied pretty badly.

Watching her retreating figure, Timothy wasn't surprised when Sylvia soon emerged from the palace as well, now dressed in a fresh outfit.

As for why…

"Ahem."

Seeing Sylvia's resentful gaze, Timothy coughed awkwardly. "Well, darling, I guess that makes us even now."

"You've got some nerve saying that!" Sylvia's face was flushed with embarrassment.

If she hadn't used Zephyra as a distraction, she might've been caught in the act…

"Just you wait, Timothy! Don't let me catch you in the palace tonight!" Sylvia was both embarrassed and furious.

"Hmph, once I reach the Transcendence Realm, we'll see who catches who."

"You!"

They bickered for a bit.

As a cool breeze swept by, the redness in Sylvia's cheeks finally began to fade.

Back in the palace, she retrieved the piccolo Timothy had brought back.

"Is Holy Maiden Aeliana coming to take her piccolo back?" Timothy asked, recalling what Zephyra had mentioned earlier.

"Yeah, but she also has other matters to discuss with me," Sylvia nodded.

"Other matters?"

"Something about the Sepulcher of the Sacred."

Hearing Sylvia's response, Timothy's expression grew a bit more serious.

The fact that the corpse of the Holy Emperor Apocalypse had been turned into a puppet was a clear sign that something had gone wrong with the Sepulcher of the Sacred—a place that held the remains of countless Holy Emperors and was shrouded in mystery and danger.

After so long without any news, the moment had finally come. Find adventures at empire

The Sepulcher of the Sacred was where all the fallen Holy Emperors of the Elant continent were buried.

Not only was it incredibly dangerous, but it also held countless treasures, legacies, and secrets that could determine the fate of the entire continent.

If something had truly gone wrong with the Sepulcher of the Sacred, the consequences could ripple across the entire Elant continent, affecting millions of lives.

The issue with the Sepulcher wasn't just a problem for Sky Sanctuary. Every sect and power across the land would need to come together to resolve it.

After all, this wasn't just about one faction—it could very well be about the survival of the entire Elant continent.

"Let's go."

Given the gravity of the situation, Timothy and Sylvia quickly made their way to Sky Sanctuary.

At that moment, several High Priests of Sky Sanctuary stood solemnly on either side of the hall.

In the center of the grand chamber stood Holy Maiden Aeliana, who had just arrived.

Her golden hair cascaded softly over the delicate floral-patterned silk dress she wore. Despite the aura of untouchable sanctity she exuded, the subtle sway of her graceful figure carried an undeniable allure.

However, unlike her usual demeanor, Holy Maiden Aeliana seemed much more serious today. She spoke, her tone grave:

"Recently, I sent disciples from the Holy Land to the vicinity of the Sepulcher of the Sacred's entrance. They used the Blossoms of the Seven Emotions to conduct a survey.

But when they returned, the once pure white blossoms had turned completely crimson. The red hue was thick with the stench of blood.

Moreover, according to their reports, even from a distance, they could hear eerie howls and screams coming from within the Sepulcher. The sounds carried an oppressive force, one that rivaled the presence of a Holy Emperor-level being. It was terrifying and unnatural.

I fear something has truly gone wrong with the Sepulcher of the Sacred."

Sylvia nodded, her expression growing more serious as well.

It was just as she had feared—the situation inside the Sepulcher was far worse than expected. Even she hadn't anticipated things would escalate so quickly.

"But aside from that, there's something else I need to discuss…" After addressing the issue of the Sepulcher, Holy Maiden Aeliana glanced at the elders standing nearby and cleared her throat softly.

"Sylvia and I have some matters to discuss privately. Everyone else, except for Timothy, please leave."

"Understood."

The High Priests were long accustomed to Timothy receiving special treatment from the goddess. Without protest, they bowed and exited the Sky Sanctuary.

Soon, only the three of them remained in the vast hall.

The moment the elders disappeared from sight, Holy Maiden Aeliana let out a long sigh of relief. Her previously stern demeanor vanished, replaced by her usual lively and playful self.

"Phew~ Let's set aside the Sepulcher of the Sacred for now. Sylvia, it's time you returned my piccolo. You said you'd only borrow it for a few days, but it's been ages! This is a Heavenly-level artifact, you know. I can't just give it away—I still need it for my own playing."

With a soft, fragrant breeze accompanying her every step, Holy Maiden Aeliana gracefully made her way up the steps, her smile bright and mischievous.

"I knew you couldn't stay serious for more than a few minutes," Sylvia huffed.

She was long used to Aeliana's dual nature—cold and holy in public, but completely different in private.

Sylvia pulled out the piccolo, ready to hand it back to Aeliana, but then suddenly froze as she realized something important.

The piccolo had been lying on her bed for a while, and it had accidentally picked up some… traces. She'd forgotten to clean it!

In a panic, Sylvia quickly pulled her hand back, trying to retract the piccolo.

"Aww, come on, Sylvia! You've already taken it out—how can you go back on your word now? This piccolo has finally been restored to its full power as a genuine Heavenly-level artifact. I've been dying to play it again!"

With a quick, playful tug, Aeliana snatched the piccolo from Sylvia's hand before she could take it back.

"I've missed you so much," she murmured, lovingly stroking the piccolo.

Now that it had ascended to a Heavenly-level artifact, simply playing it could bring immense benefits. Such a treasure was, of course, incredibly precious.

With a knowing smile, Aeliana eagerly prepared to play the first note on the piccolo she had missed for so long.

She gently placed the piccolo against her lips, but as soon as she blew the first note, she paused, letting out a soft, puzzled sound.

"Huh? That's strange… Why does it taste a little… off?"