Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Chapter 223: Crap, no way! He’s really here?!

As Timothy watched Sylvia's figure disappear into the distance, he couldn't help but feel a slight flutter in his chest.

Even a fool could tell that the goddess was definitely hiding some secret she was too embarrassed to say out loud!

Whatever it was, tonight was bound to be an unforgettable night.

The sun hadn't fully set yet, and as Timothy strolled near Sky Sanctuary, he suddenly spotted a familiar figure.

It was Cassian Zephyros.

"Long time no see."

Timothy raised his hand in greeting.

After the Alchemy Conference, Timothy had happened to save Cassian's life in passing.

Who would've thought that Cassian, being so grateful, would bring his people to help without hesitation, even when facing two Holy Emperors?

A man this upright was definitely worth befriending.

"Timothy, it really has been a while!"

Cassian's face lit up with joy the moment he saw Timothy, and he quickly walked over with enthusiasm.

"I didn't think I'd get the chance to see you again before I left, haha!"

Though Cassian was over a thousand years old, he still looked like a young, handsome man, exuding a carefree and charismatic energy.

"I didn't expect to see you again either."

It was rare for Timothy to meet someone he genuinely liked, so he responded warmly.

The two clearly hit it off, and before long, they were deep in conversation, laughing and chatting like old friends.

Timothy admired Cassian's silver spear and his well-trained physique, which far surpassed the strength of an ordinary Holy Emperor.

Cassian, on the other hand, was amazed at Timothy's audacity to kiss Goddess Sylvia. He couldn't stop marveling at it.

In the entire world, there wasn't a single person who would dare to kiss the goddess.

Anyone who had the nerve to offend her would've been long dead by now.

The fact that Timothy had kissed the goddess and was still alive and well was beyond comprehension.

Though Cassian didn't fully understand the situation, he was thoroughly shocked.

"Hahaha, Timothy, you're truly the most promising young talent around!

There's probably no one on the entire continent of Elant who can compare to you."

"Hahaha, you're no slouch either! Even among the Holy Emperors, there aren't many heroes like you!"

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"Hahahaha."

The two burst into wild laughter, shamelessly complimenting each other without a care in the world.

Meanwhile, Azura stood off to the side, her small eyes filled with exasperation.

Is this what human men are like? she thought. When they start flattering each other, their skin gets thicker than a city wall!

But aside from the mutual flattery, Timothy and Cassian actually had a lot in common.

They continued chatting, their conversation flowing effortlessly from one topic to the next, from distant lands to life goals…

...

At the same time, Felix, covered in dust and looking utterly disheveled, was walking with a group of disciples after finally finishing the grueling task of dismantling the arena.

Felix was clearly fuming, his anger barely contained.

Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer: "Damn Timothy!

First, he steals all my glory, constantly making things difficult for me, and now he's got me stuck here doing manual labor.

Timothy, I swear, I'll never forgive you!"

The list of grievances Felix had against Timothy was endless.

Not only had Timothy taken his position as a disciple steward, but he'd also stolen the spotlight by riding in on a dragon.

Every time Felix thought about how Yvenna, his junior sister, would run joyfully to Timothy whenever he returned, it made his blood boil.

What does Timothy have that I don't? Felix fumed. How did he manage to steal all the attention?

Not only that, but even the goddess—who never spared anyone a second glance—seemed to have a soft spot for Timothy.

"From now on, no matter what Timothy does, I'll do the exact opposite. Even if it kills me, I, Felix, will never bow to Timothy. One day, I'll face him head-on and show him who the real chosen one of Sky Sanctuary is!"

Felix couldn't hold back his furious outburst, his voice trembling with anger.

"But Felix, Timothy's a really good guy, and he's incredibly strong. Are you sure you can beat him?" A female disciple nearby couldn't help but ask in a small voice, seeing how worked up Felix was.

"Of course! Do you think I, Felix, would give up that easily?" Felix, naturally, couldn't afford to lose face in front of a woman.

He puffed out his chest, thumping it with determination, and gritted his teeth. "So what if Timothy's strong? It's only a matter of time before I surpass him. Even if I can't beat him right now, I'm a man, and I'll never bow to him. Timothy is my lifelong rival, and no matter what, I won't back down. If the day ever comes that I do, I'll be nothing but a dog!

Hell, I'll even dive headfirst into a latrine and swim in it in front of everyone!"

"I never thought Senior Felix would have such resolve, even when facing Senior Timothy…"

Though Timothy's reputation and standing in Sky Sanctuary were impeccable, the disciples around Felix couldn't help but feel a bit moved by his words.

The once carefree and reckless Felix had actually said something so serious, proving his unwavering determination.

A prodigal son turning over a new leaf was worth more than gold. Even if Felix had no real chance of matching Timothy's strength, the fact that he could make such a vow showed that he had truly changed.

After all, no one would joke about swimming in a latrine.

"Senior Felix, I think Senior Timothy is just up ahead!"

At that moment, one of the disciples pointed forward.

Everyone turned to look and saw Timothy standing right there, directly in their path.

"Crap, no way! He's really here?!"

Felix froze, his expression stiffening.

But with so many disciples watching, and after making such a bold vow, there was no way Felix could back down now, no matter how much he wanted to.

"Hmph, so Timothy's really there, huh? Perfect. I'll take this chance to show him that even if I'm not as strong as him, even if my cultivation isn't as advanced, when it comes to spirit and pride, I won't lose to anyone!"

Felix declared this proudly to the disciples behind him, then put on a fearless front and started walking toward Timothy.

"Hmph, Timothy, do you think I'm scared of you just because you're strong? I, Felix Zephyros, have never been afraid of anyone in my life. Today, I'm going to show you that—"

"G-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-grandfather?!"

Felix's bold words were abruptly cut off, his voice trembling like a rooster's crow.

His eyes had locked onto the figure standing next to Timothy, the one he had just been chatting and laughing with. That figure wasn't just anyone—it was…

Zephyros's family's ancestor. His great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather.

In that moment, Felix was completely dumbfounded.