Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Wait... so that's what it was all about!"

Sylvia suddenly froze in place as the realization hit her.

No wonder they were all looking at her like that. No wonder Timothy had that weird smile on his face as he ran away.

Of course, trying to bite that spot would get a reaction like that!

What on earth had she been thinking?!

It finally dawned on Sylvia that her shrunken body was messing with her head. Her thoughts were all muddled, and she was acting like she'd regressed a few hundred years in maturity!

What had just happened was enough to make anyone's imagination run wild. If word got out, her reputation as a goddess would be completely ruined!

Her cute little face flushed bright red, and tears welled up in her eyes. She looked at Timothy with a gaze so pitiful, she seemed on the verge of tears.

"Timothy!"

Her voice, soft and childlike, echoed in the air, tugging at the heartstrings.

But Timothy didn't react the way Sylvia expected. He wasn't smug or gloating over his "victory."

Instead, he smiled gently and pointed downward.

In his hand was the snow lotus. Despite the awkward situation earlier, Timothy had plucked the flower from Sylvia's head for a reason—he had noticed the strange tension between her and the Netherworld Princess, Erelyn.

Even though Sylvia had ascended to the position of Holy Emperor, she still held Erelyn in high regard, as someone she deeply cherished and wanted to repay. Sylvia would often gaze at the portrait of Erelyn on the wall, lost in memories, filled with longing for her old friend.

But after waiting so long and finally arriving in the Netherworld, Sylvia found herself unable to express the joy she had imagined. Her status as Holy Emperor and the cold, dignified persona she had maintained for so many years made it hard for her to embrace this long-awaited reunion with the enthusiasm she had once envisioned.

Timothy had noticed this long ago. He knew that bridging the gap created by centuries of separation and their vastly different statuses wouldn't be easy.

So, he decided to take a bold step. By removing the snow lotus from Sylvia's head, he reverted her to her younger, smaller form.

At that moment, Erelyn was also looking up at the sky.

When she saw Sylvia's tiny, delicate figure, looking like she was about to burst into tears after being teased, Erelyn couldn't help but smile warmly.

That familiar feeling had returned.

In an instant, Erelyn was reminded of the little girl who used to throw herself into her arms, seeking comfort.

Her gaze softened, filled with the warmth of an older sister watching her younger sibling grow up.

'No, I can't cry. I'm the Holy Emperor. I can't embarrass myself like that.'

It had been so long since they last saw each other.

Sylvia, still reeling from Timothy's teasing, now looked at Erelyn's gentle smile.

Her nose twitched as she tried to hold back the tears—whether from being moved or from feeling wronged, she wasn't sure.

But despite reminding herself over and over to maintain her goddess-like composure, she couldn't suppress the overwhelming emotions any longer.

"Erelyn… sis…"

Tears blurred her vision, and Sylvia forgot everything else.

She didn't care about anything anymore. She shot straight toward the ground.

Whoosh.

Her small body flew fast, landing quickly, and without hesitation, she threw herself at the familiar figure.

Finally, she was back in those cool, comforting arms.

Erelyn's spirit form wasn't solid, but the soft, cool sensation of her soul was incredibly soothing.

Sylvia's tiny body nestled into Erelyn's embrace, feeling a peace she hadn't felt in so long.

The emotions from their reunion, combined with the lingering hurt from Timothy's teasing, overwhelmed her. Her small face pressed against Erelyn's stomach, and Sylvia's little body trembled slightly.

Even the few strands of hair sticking up on her head quivered with her body, making her look all the more pitiful and adorable.

"Erelyn... sis, it's been so long."

Sylvia's voice trembled slightly, carrying a soft, childlike tone. Finally, through her sobs, she let out the feelings she had buried deep inside for so many years.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and despite her best efforts, they began to fall, glistening as they slid down her cheeks. A soft, pitiful whimper escaped her lips.

"I... I've missed you for so many years."

Erelyn's gaze softened with affection, but soon, she couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

"It really has been a long time. I didn't expect... well, you're still the same as ever."

When Sylvia had first arrived, her cold and proud demeanor had made Erelyn feel a little distant, unsure if she could treat her the same way she used to. After all, this was the same girl who, despite her icy exterior, had always been softer and more vulnerable than anyone else.

But now, it was as if Sylvia had completely reverted to her old self in an instant.

Feeling that familiar warmth, Erelyn couldn't help but smile. She gently held Sylvia's small body in her arms, letting this girl—who had become a Holy Emperor, a powerful figure across the continent of Elant—cry softly and pitifully in her embrace.

"Whimper... whimper..."

Sylvia's soft, childlike sobs echoed from her tiny form, the sound so endearing that even the ghost soldiers nearby felt their hearts tremble.

Though her cries were filled with sadness, there was no denying how utterly adorable she sounded.

Is this really the same Holy Emperor who just arrived with such an overwhelming presence?
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The ghost soldiers couldn't help but recall the cold, oppressive aura Sylvia had exuded when she first appeared above the Underworld Dynasty. Now, seeing her nestled in the princess's arms, crying like a soft, cute child, the contrast was almost too much to believe.

Even Erelyn couldn't hold back a laugh. The difference between Sylvia's two sides was just too stark.

"Sylvia, how about we do something we haven't done in a long time? How about a little cuddle?"

Erelyn leaned down and whispered softly into Sylvia's ear.

"Cuddle?"

Sylvia's eyes widened slightly at the word.

It was a term that only she and Erelyn understood. Even now, she couldn't forget how, when she was younger, whenever she was sad, her favorite thing to do was cuddle with Erelyn.

"But... there are so many ghosts around. Isn't that a little embarrassing?"

Even in her smaller, childlike form, Sylvia still felt a bit shy.

"So what? There's no one here who matters."

Erelyn smiled gently, leaning in closer.

"Besides, don't you want to?"

Her words made Sylvia's cheeks flush a light pink.

Though she hesitated for just a moment, it didn't take long for her to push those thoughts aside.

"Okay."

With a look of determination on her small face, Sylvia finally nodded, her expression serious as she agreed.