Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

The light slowly faded away, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene before him had completely changed.

What lay before him now was a world blanketed in white, with large, fluffy snowflakes drifting down from the sky.

The snow fell thick and fast, covering everything in a soft, white veil, like a delicate layer of gauze.

Under this endless blanket of snow, it was as if mountains, trees, and even the sky itself had ceased to exist.

All that remained was the snow—endless, falling like feathers from the heavens.

The scene was like a perfect landscape painting, one that seemed to transcend time and space, leaving behind only breathtaking beauty.

"How did you even create this little world?" Sylvia's eyes widened slightly, her clear, autumn-like gaze sparkling as she looked around.

It had been a long time since the continent of Elant had seen snow.

"For you, my dear wife, creating a little world like this is no big deal."

"Hmph, I don't believe you. Creating a world like this? You'd have to be some ancient, all-powerful being to pull that off…"

Sylvia stuck out her tongue playfully, clearly not buying it.

But despite her words, a warm smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

The snow continued to fall, and though the air was filled with a misty chill, her heart felt as warm as a furnace.

"Turn around for a second," Sylvia suddenly said, her gaze fixed on Timothy, her voice soft and mysterious.

"Turn around?" Timothy was a bit confused, but Sylvia gave him a playful shove, her expression half-annoyed, half-amused.

"What are you up to, my dear wife?" Timothy chuckled helplessly but did as she asked, turning his back to her.

"Don't you dare peek! You absolutely can't!" Sylvia warned, her voice carrying a hint of shyness.

"Alright, alright, I won't."

Timothy's curiosity only grew. What on earth was she planning?

Unable to turn around, he could only gaze off into the distance.

The towering mountains stretched endlessly, completely covered in snow. Even the line between the mountain peaks and the sky seemed to blur in the white expanse.

As the snowflakes danced in the air, Timothy thought he could faintly hear the soft rustling of clothes being removed.

"That's odd… Is she…?"

Just as Timothy's thoughts began to wander, Sylvia's voice called out, "Okay, you can turn around now."

There was a distinct note of bashfulness in her tone.

Timothy turned around and was momentarily stunned, but then he broke into a wide grin.

While his back had been turned, Sylvia had taken the opportunity to change into a new outfit.

She now wore a form-fitting red and white gown, embroidered with gold patterns, the hem swaying gracefully around her ankles. Over it, she had a light red cloak with a fluffy white fox-fur collar. Enjoy more content from empire

But the most eye-catching part was the red hat on her head, adorned with two fluffy white pom-poms that bounced playfully with her every step, giving her an irresistibly cute and lively appearance.

The outfit made her look like a snow bunny—beautiful, vibrant, and utterly adorable.

What stood out even more was how different she seemed from her usual cold and aloof self.

The slightly bulky outfit, combined with the two bouncing pom-poms on her hat, gave Sylvia a bit of a clumsy, even silly, charm.

As she walked through the snow, she stumbled slightly into a snowdrift, her body swaying as the pom-poms on her head jiggled with the movement.

Sylvia quickly regained her balance and, in a small fit of frustration, stomped her foot in the snow.

Even standing still, though, Timothy couldn't help but feel that she looked adorably clumsy.

This version of Sylvia, wrapped in a cloak and looking a little silly, was just too cute!

If anyone else were here, they'd never believe that the usually regal and untouchable goddess could act like this.

Any man who saw her like this would probably shout, "I'm dead!" and collapse on the spot from sheer cuteness overload.

There was no denying it—here, in this little world of falling snow, Sylvia and her outfit were a perfect match.

"Is it... is it weird?" Sylvia asked, a bit worried as she noticed Timothy's gaze lingering on her.

She quickly spun around, inspecting her outfit, trying to figure out if something looked off.

Whether it was the cold wind or something else, her delicate cheeks were tinged with a soft blush, adding a touch of vibrant beauty to the otherwise monochrome snowy landscape.

"Of course not," Timothy said with a smile, shaking his head.

"Then why are you staring at me like that?"

"Because you're just too beautiful, my dear wife. You're more dazzling than the stars in the sky—I can't take my eyes off you!"

"Ugh, you're impossible!"

Normally, Sylvia might have been at a loss for how to respond to Timothy's sudden cheesy line. But this time, she quickly found another way to "retaliate."

Swoosh.

Sylvia suddenly scooped up a handful of snow and hurled it at Timothy.

Caught off guard, the snowball hit him square in the chest.

And before he could react, a second snowball was already on its way.

Thud.

But Timothy was quick. He managed to catch the second snowball just before it hit him in the face.

"Wife, you started this," Timothy said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

As he spoke, he quietly began gathering more snowballs.

Sylvia paused for a moment, surprised that her snowball had been intercepted. But she quickly recovered, placing her hands on her hips and flashing a triumphant grin.

"Hmph, I refuse to believe I'd lose to you in a simple snowball fight!"

The cold wind blew, causing the fluffy pom-poms on her hat to sway gently.

"Alright then, let's see."

"Bring it on!"

And just like that, the battle began.

Timothy suddenly launched the snowballs he had secretly prepared, but Sylvia, not one to play fair, quickly used her magic to summon a flurry of snowballs in response.

"System, max out my snowball fighting skills," Timothy thought.

[System]: Maxing out snowball fighting skills requires 10 skill points. This skill has no use outside of snowball fights. Are you sure you want to proceed?

"Absolutely."

[System]: ...

[System]: The host has lost it. Completely lost it.

[Ding! Congratulations, your snowball fighting skills have been upgraded to the highest level.]

As soon as the system's voice faded, Timothy's demeanor shifted dramatically.

Where he had been on the defensive moments before, he now threw snowballs with pinpoint accuracy and incredible speed.

Even against Sylvia, a Holy Emperor-level mage, he held his own without breaking a sweat.

Snowballs flew back and forth—most missed, some collided mid-air, and only a few actually hit their targets.

Gradually, a light dusting of snow began to cover Sylvia, and Timothy had taken a few hits himself.

But the two of them were evenly matched, neither gaining the upper hand for long.

Sylvia never imagined that she wouldn't be able to completely dominate Timothy in something as simple as a snowball fight.

Yet, despite not being able to win outright, a warm smile crept onto her face.

And when one of her snowballs hit Timothy, she couldn't help but let out a bright, bell-like laugh.

"Don't think you'll hit me again!" Timothy called out.

Swoosh.

Smack.

"Didn't I just hit you?"

"Ugh, I'm definitely getting you back for that!"

"Heh, good luck with that! Who would've thought that a Holy Emperor like you would be so bad at snowball fights?"

"Ahhh, you're so annoying!"

In this little world of endless snow, the air was filled with the sound of laughter and joy.