Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

The villager with the scruffy beard tried to put up a fight, but after a few solid punches from Timothy left him with a bruised face and a bloody nose, he spilled the beans about everything.

He came from a country called the Red Moon Kingdom, home to a million people.

A million isn't exactly a huge number, but it's nothing to sneeze at either.

Like most countries, it was tough to find any practitioners in the Red Moon Kingdom.

But there was one unique thing about it: their king was a retired practitioner.

And not just any practitioner, but the once-famed Holy Emperor Lavinia.

It seemed that Holy Emperor Lavinia had a massive grudge against Goddess Sylvia, so much so that within the entire Red Moon Kingdom, the people had a pretty bad impression of Goddess Sylvia. They even went as far as to build temples just to slander her.

The weirdest part was, they never attacked any other places associated with the goddess,all their gripes were pretty much about her theories in "The Uselessness of Spiritual Partners."

The Red Moon Kingdom was right next to the Themyscira Sect, and these villagers had trekked over mountains and valleys to get here, driven by a deep-seated rage, aiming to disrupt the Courtship Revelry Festival and show the practitioners their kingdom's anger towards Goddess Sylvia.

"Uh."

Even Timothy was taken aback after hearing all this.

He could understand why some might secretly despise Sylvia—jealousy of the Sky Sanctuary's influence was common enough.

But why would a whole country get worked up over such a bizarre reason?

Could it be that the entire population was made up of bachelors who flipped out after hearing Goddess Sylvia's anti-love rhetoric?

Timothy landed another punch on the villager's chubby face.

After knocking the three men out, he dragged their bodies next to a tree and set off.

Despite having a million people, the Red Moon Kingdom had neither a practitioner sect nor any practitioners guarding the nation.

If that Holy Emperor Lavinia didn't clear things up, Timothy wouldn't mind helping them find a new king in short order.

"I'm coming too. Take me with you. I've heard some human kings use dragons as symbols. I can definitely show off my majestic dragon might in front of that country!" Azura pleaded, shaking Timothy's arm.

"Want to go? Then first show me how a dragon should roar right here."

Timothy was merciless as he dragged Azura to the edge of a cliff: "Stay put here until I get back, and you better have learned how to roar like a dragon. Otherwise, you can forget about ever eating Golden Scale Dragon Carp again."

"No, I'll practice, I'll practice, okay!"

The mention of Golden Scale Dragon Carp immediately made Azura cave. She could skip meals, but skipping Golden Scale Dragon Carp was out of the question!

Golden Scale Dragon Carp was her spiritual anchor, the goal of all her efforts!

Determined to prove her resolve, Azura repeatedly practiced at the cliff's edge:

"Meow~"

"Woof!"

"Meow~"

"Woof!"

"..."

Holding his forehead, Timothy couldn't help but sigh repeatedly.

He had finally picked up an Ocean Dragon King as a mount, but he never imagined the dragon would turn out like this! At this rate, Azura might just forget she's a dragon and start meowing all day.

With persistent "meows" echoing behind him, Timothy finally gave up and walked away, resigned.

Although there was no connection with the Themyscira Sect, the Red Moon Kingdom was incredibly close, just over a few mountain ranges.

With no practitioners in the entire country, Timothy easily blended in.

But as soon as he entered the Red Moon Kingdom, he noticed that every few blocks, there was a small temple built.

In the temple, the stone statues were of Goddess Sylvia. But these temples weren't for worship, instead, they allowed the public to defame her.

At a temple in the distance, a scene unfolded.

"This 'Uselessness of Spiritual Partners' is nothing but a heretical book. Watch closely as I show you how to burn this heresy!" declared a figure in a black robe, wielding a wooden staff, standing before the crowd.

Suddenly, a small flame flickered to life in his hand, no bigger than the pad of a finger, swaying in the breeze.

Just as he was about to set the book alight, a slightly stronger gust of wind snuffed out the flame in his hand.

"Uh."

The moment turned awkward.

But the old man quickly waved his hand dismissively, "What I'm attempting is a miracle, and miracles aren't so easily performed, are they?"

With effort akin to squeezing toothpaste from a tube, he finally managed to conjure a tiny flame again.

He barely managed to light a corner of the book. The flickering flame struggled against the wind, nearly going out several times. The old man, eyes bulging, exerted all his strength as if his life depended on it, finally managing to keep the small flame burning.

Despite the seemingly clumsy display, the crowd around him erupted in excitement.

"A miracle, it truly is a miracle! To light a flame with his bare hands, what a magical power!"

"Indeed, Wizard Malakar is a chosen one. To wield such terrifying magic, it's just too fearsome!"

Wizard Malakar shook his hand, a smug look barely concealed on his face, "Indeed, this is one of the strongest spells I can perform. But don't envy this rare and fearsome power. After all, such magic is beyond your reach, and there are few even among wizards who can achieve what I have!"

"With Wizard Malakar leading us, we will surely be free from the evil theories of Goddess Sylvia!"

The crowd grew more fervent.

Defaming Goddess Sylvia's 'Uselessness of Spiritual Partners' had become their daily routine.

Once a day, it lifted their spirits, and they even received rewards from the king himself.

Such a deal, no one would refuse.

"Goddess Sylvia, nonsense!"

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"'Uselessness of Spiritual Partners', nonsense!"

"Long live the king!"

"May Goddess Sylvia remain single forever!"

The shouts continued one after another.

Only a little boy in the crowd, wiping his runny nose, tugged at his mother's arm in confusion, "Mom, Wizard sir took so long just to make that little flame, and it got blown out several times. Wouldn't it be much faster to just use a candle to light the book? Is Wizard sir silly?"

"..."

At this remark, everyone around the boy fell silent for a moment.

The atmosphere turned awkward.

After a while, the boy's mother finally reacted, slapping him hard on the bottom, "Don't ever say such foolish things again. What do you know? What Wizard sir performed was a miracle, a miracle! Even if it seems useless, it's a divine gift from heaven!"

"Waaaah, but I think Wizard sir is silly," the innocent boy cried out, unable to understand.

Wouldn't using a candle be more convenient?

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