Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Chapter 224: Wait… Timothy is Felix’s Great-grandpa?!

"Great-grandpa, what are you doing here?"

Felix was completely dumbfounded as he stared at Cassian standing before him.

It wasn't just because Cassian was at the Sky Sanctuary, but more so because of how close he seemed to be with Timothy.

"You little rascal, you're here too?"

Cassian glanced at Felix as he walked over, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him in front of Timothy. With a slight smile, he said, "This is my good-for-nothing grandson. His parents tell me he's always acting all carefree and rebellious, never listening to anyone.

If he ever steps out of line, Timothy, don't hold back. Feel free to beat him senseless on my behalf."

"Oh, I'm pretty good at that," Timothy replied with a smirk.

At a glance, Cassian, despite being Felix's grandfather, looked much younger and more handsome, exuding an air of righteousness and authority.

One was supposed to be hundreds of years older, yet their presence couldn't have been more different.

Cassian then turned to Felix, his expression suddenly serious. "Timothy is a very close friend of mine. You're lucky to be a disciple of Goddess Sylvia, but from now on, you better rein in that wild attitude of yours, especially when you're around Master Timothy. You must show him the utmost respect.

And another thing…

Timothy and I are as close as brothers now. So, you'll treat him with the same respect you show me. From now on, you'll call him Great-grandpa." Stay tuned to M-V-L

"Call Timothy… Great-grandpa?"

Felix was completely stunned.

Not long ago, he and Timothy were both outer disciples of the Sky Sanctuary. How did he suddenly end up with a Great-grandpa?

So, what now? He calls me Senior Brother, and I call him Great-grandpa?

And that wasn't even the worst part.

He had just been boasting in front of everyone, and now all the disciples were gathered around, watching. If he really called Timothy "Great-grandpa," he'd lose all his dignity!

"No way! I, Felix, am a proud man. Even if I die today, even if I have to jump off this cliff, there's no way I'm calling Timothy—"

Felix's words were cut short as he suddenly noticed the cold, dangerous glint in his grandfather's eyes.

Even the air around them seemed to carry a faint sense of killing intent.

Felix's mind raced. He knew that while his grandfather might be laughing and joking right now, Cassian, the Holy Emperor of Starwind, was known for being ruthless.

That silver spear of his showed no mercy, whether it was toward family or enemies. Cassian's authority was absolute, and no one dared to challenge it.

He had single-handedly led the Zephyros family to dominance. Cassian wasn't someone you could mess with.

Felix knew his grandfather was decisive and never hesitated, even within the family. If you crossed him, there were no second chances.

Seeing that chilling look in his grandfather's eyes, Felix couldn't help but shiver.

He had no doubt that if he refused, the next moment, a silver spear would appear out of nowhere and pierce him straight through.

On one side were the watching disciples, and on the other was the deadly aura radiating from his grandfather.

Felix's face twisted in despair. How had he ended up in such a ridiculous situation?

But no matter what, his pride wasn't worth more than his life!

"Fine, fine! I'll say it, okay?"

Felix finally gave in, turning to Timothy with a face full of misery. "Gr… Great-grandpa."

"Ah, good boy," Timothy said with a grin, patting Felix on the head.

The damage wasn't physical, but the humiliation was unbearable.

The disciples who had gathered around all clearly heard Felix's crisp, reluctant "Great-grandpa."

Aside from barely holding back their laughter, they couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. One of them teased, "Felix, what was it you said earlier?"

"Something about how if you ever bowed down to Timothy, you'd jump into a cesspit and swim like a dog, right?"

"Yeah, everyone remember that, just in case Felix tries to deny it later."

"Actually, I've had an upset stomach these past few days. If the cesspit's not full enough, I can help Felix out."

"…"

The atmosphere was painfully awkward.

The disciples were genuinely curious to see what swimming in a cesspit would look like. After all, it wasn't every day you got to witness something so… fragrant.

Felix, on the other hand, wished he could dig a hole and bury himself right then and there.

This was the ultimate social death. It couldn't get worse than this, could it?

Just then, Cassian turned to him and said, "You're a young man full of energy, but look at you now, all defeated. No, that won't do. Say it again."

"Great-grandpa," Felix muttered, his voice filled with despair.

"Not loud enough. Do it again!"

"Great-grandpa!" Felix shouted, his voice cracking under the pressure.

"Still not good enough."

Felix's face twisted in agony as he yelled, "Timothy is my Great-grandpa! From now on, we'll each stick to our titles. You call me Junior Brother Felix, and I'll call you Great-grandpa!"

His voice echoed across the Sky Sanctuary, and this time, everyone clearly understood the relationship between the two.

Wait… Timothy is Felix's Great-grandpa?!

…

After chatting with Timothy for a while longer, Cassian finally seemed satisfied and prepared to leave.

Before he left, he gave Felix one last stern warning: "While you're at the Sky Sanctuary, behave yourself and focus on your training. If you ever show any disrespect to your Great-grandpa, don't blame me if I have to run you through with my spear."

"I understand," Felix replied, watching Cassian's figure disappear into the distance. He felt like crying but couldn't muster the tears. He had never felt so utterly defeated.

"Great-grandpa, I still have to go swim in the cessp— I mean, it's getting late, so I'll take my leave now."

Felix bowed respectfully to Timothy, and only after receiving permission did he dare to turn and leave.

"Finally! We're going to see Felix swim!" one of the disciples exclaimed excitedly.

"I heard Evander's been constipated today, so the cesspit might be extra ripe."

"Perfect timing, then!"

"Ugh, now that you mention it… yeah, it's going to be something."

The disciples were all buzzing with excitement, eager to see Felix fulfill his promise.

Meanwhile, Timothy couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of suddenly gaining a "grandson" out of nowhere. Still, he had to admit, having a grandson wasn't such a bad feeling.

By now, the sun had almost completely set behind the western mountains, and the Sky Sanctuary continued its usual routine.

But no one noticed that, within the Goddess's palace, a flickering candle had been lit much earlier than usual.

Why had the Goddess summoned him to her chambers?

Timothy couldn't help but wonder.

He didn't believe for a second that the Goddess had really called him over just to teach her how to play the piccolo.

But if not that, then what…?

Timothy cleared his throat, feeling a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

As the last rays of the setting sun faded, and night began to fall, Timothy slowly made his way toward the palace.

Tonight, the palace felt different from usual, and the Goddess herself seemed… different as well.

Pushing open the door, Timothy stepped inside.

Night had fully descended.