Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

As Erelyn gently brushed her hair aside, a subtle, inexplicable sense of anticipation appeared on Sylvia's usually composed face.

It was as if time had suddenly rewound to when she was just a child.

She could still remember how, back then, she often felt wronged—bullied and exhausted from her training.

Her parents had long since disappeared, and there wasn't a single friend or family member by her side.

But in those days, every time she had a "snuggle" with her big sister Erelyn, it always soothed her troubled heart.

Erelyn slowly leaned in, and finally, her cool forehead pressed against Sylvia's.

A slight chill, a soft touch.

But more importantly, in that moment, everything seemed to calm down.

No more chaos, no more overwhelming emotions.

"Erelyn… sis…" Sylvia murmured, closing her eyes to savor the brief but precious peace.

After centuries apart, they had finally reunited.

As they slowly pulled away, Sylvia opened her eyes—only to see Timothy suddenly standing right in front of her, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Hey, honey, wanna snuggle with me too?" Timothy grinned.

"Snuggle? With you? No way!" Sylvia stammered, flustered.

She had been so caught up in the moment that she hadn't noticed her surroundings. Only now did she realize that not only had countless ghost soldiers witnessed her snuggling with Erelyn, but Timothy had seen everything too.

Sure, it felt great to reconnect with Erelyn after so long, but the whole thing was just way too embarrassing!

After all, she was the Holy Emperor now, not the little girl she used to be!

Snuggling with someone else? Absolutely not!

Not even with Timothy… no way!

"Ugh, if it weren't for you turning me into a kid…" Sylvia's eyes welled up with a mix of frustration and embarrassment as she glared at Timothy, as if blaming him.

But halfway through her sentence, she suddenly stopped.

Timothy had mentioned before that he would take off the large snow lotus flower she wore on her head, but he hadn't actually done it until now.

Throughout their journey, Timothy had plenty of chances to remove the flower, but he never did.

Yet, the moment she reunited with Erelyn, he suddenly took it off.

Sure, being turned back into a little girl was beyond humiliating, but it was precisely because of that transformation that the awkward distance between her and Erelyn, after so many years apart, had vanished in an instant.

'So… could it be…?'

Looking at Timothy's smile, which seemed to be hiding something, Sylvia suddenly understood.

The reason Timothy had taken off the snow lotus was because he had sensed the slightly strange dynamic between her and Erelyn.

And by turning her back into her childhood self, he was trying to bridge the gap that had formed over the centuries.

It was true—if she hadn't been turned into a child, even in front of Erelyn, she wouldn't have been able to run up to her with the same joy she once had.

For a moment, Sylvia's expression softened, her already tear-filled eyes becoming even more glistening.

"Hmph!"

Her nose tingled slightly, but Sylvia still let out a cold, prideful huff.

After hesitating for a moment, she glanced at Timothy, her voice suddenly much quieter: "Hmph, if… if you really want to snuggle with me…"

"I… I guess I could let you."

Despite trying her best to maintain her usual aloof demeanor, saying something like that made Sylvia feel incredibly shy.

By the time she finished speaking, her voice had grown softer and softer, and her gaze darted to the side, completely avoiding Timothy's eyes.

To hide her embarrassment and nervousness, Sylvia forced herself to let out a series of haughty hums:Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Hmph!"

"Hmph!"

"Hmph!"

She puffed out her little chest, her head barely reaching Timothy's waist, which only made him laugh even harder.

It seemed like Sylvia had figured out what he was up to earlier.

But this way of showing gratitude? It was just so… Sylvia.

That mix of genuine appreciation and outward pride—there was probably no one else in the world quite like her.

"Well then, here I come."

With no reason to refuse, Timothy bent down and slowly leaned in.

From his height, Sylvia's current form had a unique charm. Her delicate features were perfectly proportioned—high nose, big, watery eyes, and a face as flawless as a porcelain doll.

Her soft hair cascaded down her back, and even though she was in the form of her younger self, it was clear she was already growing into a stunning beauty.

One look, and you could tell how breathtaking she would become in the future.

"You… you're really going to… snuggle?" Sylvia stammered, suddenly second-guessing her offer.

She didn't want to back out, but the overwhelming shyness made her hesitate, which only made Timothy chuckle more.

Without further hesitation, Timothy gently pressed his forehead against hers.

As expected, even in her smaller form, Sylvia's forehead had that same faint, refreshing coolness.

The soft, cool sensation of their skin touching was incredibly soothing.

And as soon as their foreheads met, Sylvia's little face turned bright red, like a ripe apple.

Her pale skin flushed with pink, and though she was clearly embarrassed, there was no sign of resistance.

"Okay, we've been snuggling for long enough…" Sylvia finally murmured after a while.

But her voice lacked any real protest.

The warmth from Timothy's forehead made her feel an overwhelming sense of peace.

This simple, slightly embarrassing gesture of snuggling was something Sylvia had once sought from Erelyn to find comfort.

But now, the feeling Timothy gave her was entirely different.

It was a sensation she couldn't quite put into words.

When she was strong, it allowed her to quiet her mind and enjoy the calm.

When she was weak, it made her want to lean into that warmth, as if it could shield her from everything, like a protective umbrella over her world.

It was similar, yet completely different.

That sense of security… it was almost as if it surpassed what Erelyn had once given her, making her feel even more at ease, drawing her deeper into the moment.

Sylvia's eyes flickered with a soft, tender light, and a small, contented smile crept onto her lips. Stay updated via empire

But just then, she felt a light flick on her forehead.

"Ow!"

Sylvia quickly looked up, only to see Timothy grinning mischievously.

"Why'd you flick me?"

"No reason. You're just so cute right now, I couldn't resist messing with you a little."

On the continent of Elant, the name "Goddess Sylvia" struck fear into the hearts of many.

But at this moment, that unexpected flick left Sylvia completely stunned.

Her sparkling eyes seemed on the verge of tears.

"Timothy! You jerk!"

With a pout, her tiny figure dashed after Timothy, who was already making a run for it.

Her playful scolding echoed through the air as the two figures, one chasing the other, ran off.

The scene was undeniably sweet…