Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Holy and Majestic.

The power contained within the golden light was far more terrifying than anything that had come before—by an unimaginable magnitude.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

In that moment, every single ghost in Ereboth had their eyes drawn to it.

They were all stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"What kind of terrifying strength does it take to unleash this kind of power?"

More importantly, amidst the overwhelming radiance, they could all feel an immense, burning rage.

It swept over them like a tidal wave, unstoppable and suffocating.

Begging for mercy was utterly useless.

"You bullied my wife!"

Magnus never expected that this would be Timothy's reason for such a response.

The sacred aura within the golden light seemed powerful enough to obliterate any ghost in its path.

The eerie ghostly energy had long been swallowed up, leaving nothing behind.

At this moment, Magnus's soul was fully exposed to the light of the golden Sacred Form.

Fear had almost completely consumed his mind. As the golden light enveloped him, it felt like he was being swallowed by the jaws of a ferocious beast.

Agonizing pain surged from every direction. Magnus's eyes widened in terror, but he realized he could no longer resist, nor could he escape.

All he could do was watch helplessly as his soul was slowly dissolved and devoured.

"No!"

In life, he had been the Holy Emperor, and even in death, he had ruled over Ereboth for hundreds of years.

Magnus never imagined that he would die here.

And worse, that he would die so helplessly, without any chance to fight back.

Despair flooded in from all sides, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

All he could do was watch in endless terror as his soul was gradually consumed and obliterated.

His wails echoed through the air.

But soon, with one final scream of terror, Magnus was completely swallowed by the golden light, his soul utterly destroyed.

"The Lord... he's dead!"

At this moment, the eyes of countless ghosts were all fixed on the scene in the sky.

No one could believe it—Magnus had actually been wiped out.

"Who could have done this?"

As they watched Magnus's soul disintegrate in agony, the ghosts of Ereboth were stunned, but deep inside, they couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

They exchanged glances, and some even shouted out in excitement.

"The Lord is really dead!"

The entire city of Ereboth had long harbored resentment toward Magnus and his daughter.

Not only had he used his strength as a former Holy Emperor to oppress the ghosts of the city, but over the years, he had secretly captured countless souls to feed his daughter.

Even though he had tried to hide it, word had still spread, leaving the ghosts of the city in constant fear.

After all, no one knew if they would be the next unlucky victim, or when they might be devoured.

If they had been able to resist Magnus, they would have done so long ago.

But now, after living in fear for so many years, they couldn't believe that someone had actually managed to destroy Magnus.

And it seemed that this person was from the continent of Elant!

"Who could it be?"

In an instant, many of the ghosts in the city, excited and curious, rushed toward the Lord's mansion.

Even Magnus's ghost soldiers had dropped their weapons, no longer willing to fight for him.

The gates of the Lord's mansion were wide open, and the ghosts who had gathered to watch finally saw what was inside.

And they also saw the figures of Timothy and Sylvia.

They never expected that the disaster that had plagued Ereboth for so many years would be resolved by a living being from the continent of Elant.

"Thank you, kind savior, for ridding us of Lord Magnus."

Someone was the first to bow, and soon, all the ghosts followed suit, lowering their heads in unison.

They had waited for this moment for so long, and now, a sense of gratitude welled up in their hearts.

At that moment, it wasn't just the ghosts from all corners of Ereboth who bowed,even the ghost soldiers within the Lord's mansion lowered their heads in respect.

"That young man... wasn't he the one drinking beer in my tavern earlier?"

Outside the Lord's mansion, the tavern owner, seeing Timothy's figure, stood frozen in place.

It was only now that he recalled the strange things Timothy had done earlier.

He had no Soul Coins, seemed unfamiliar with the customs of the Netherworld, and even snuck into Miss Nightshade's suitor lineup.

So... he was a living being all along?

The tavern owner's eyes glazed over for a moment, clearly in shock.

But as he looked in Timothy's direction, a sense of gratitude finally surfaced, and he gave a small, respectful bow.

"Thank you, elder, for ridding Ereboth of the scourge that was Lord Magnus!"

Voices of respect echoed from all directions.

Some were grateful for Magnus's destruction, while others were filled with awe at the vitality of a living being.

Timothy hadn't expected that even in a ghost city like Ereboth, there would be such a sense of gratitude.

But at this moment, his attention was more focused on Sylvia.

"How are you feeling, darling? You didn't get affected by the ghostly energy, did you?"

Timothy bent down, gently patting Sylvia's head with a soft, caring touch.

"Of course not! And stop treating me like a kid, geez!"

Though Timothy's touch was gentle and comforting, Sylvia couldn't help but feel a wave of embarrassment.

After all, she was a dignified Holy Emperor-level powerhouse. Even if she had mysteriously shrunk, having her head patted like this was just too humiliating!

"With such soft hair, how could I not give it a few more pats?"

Taking advantage of Sylvia's current inability to resist, Timothy doubled down, giving her soft, silky hair another good ruffle.

"You're too much!"

Though she protested, the tingling sensation from her head made Sylvia secretly enjoy it.

Her little head even unconsciously leaned into Timothy's hand.

Without realizing it, a warm feeling spread through her heart.

As a proud Holy Emperor-level powerhouse, she had never been protected by anyone before, let alone... had her head patted like this.

But...

Thinking back to how Timothy had stood in front of her without hesitation, his back radiating a sense of authority that seemed capable of shielding her from anything, Sylvia felt a surge of warmth in her chest.

She had never imagined that even when she couldn't use her full strength, she would feel so safe.

"How sweet... what's the deal with these two?"

"I think I heard him call her 'darling' earlier. Could they be... a couple?"

"Whoa, hold up, isn't that kinda... illegal?"

At that moment, watching the scene unfold, the ghosts around them couldn't help but start whispering to each other.

But halfway through their conversation, as they looked at Sylvia's small, adorable form, they suddenly realized the gravity of the situation.

"What a beast! That's just... too much."

"Seriously, what a monster!"

"Holy crap!"

Noticing the stares coming from all directions, Timothy suddenly realized that while teasing the miniaturized goddess was fun, if he kept this up, he might actually be seen as some kind of pervert!