Chapter 6: assassins
In the end, Sylvia couldn't bring herself to make Timothy sleep on the floor. But she was still angry that Timothy had the audacity to consider taking her from behind, a notion she could not accept, at least not at the moment. Although when it came time to sleep, Sylvia did allow Timothy into the bed, she forbade him from touching her. "You can hold me while we sleep, but if you dare to misbehave..." Sylvia, her hair freshly dried by Timothy, squinted and said, "Then I'll have a bed prepared in the imperial study, and you can sleep there for the next three months." Timothy nodded in agreement, though in his heart, he thought: It might actually be nice to have a bed in the imperial study, so that we can be together there.
Because Sylvia was genuinely angry, he slept very innocently that night. All night he only held Sylvia's waist, not daring to move his hands anywhere else. Since Timothy, the reincarnated demon king, woke up, the Demon Clan, which had been suppressed by humans and fairies for a thousand years, finally rose up and almost wiped out the human and fairy clans. A thousand years ago, the humans and fairies destroyed Timothy at all costs because this demon king was naturally reckless, defiant, and intended to completely wipe out the human and fairy clans, so that his own people could freely roam the land.
Unfortunately, Timothy's power was too strong to be killed completely. In the end, sacrificing all the top warriors of the human and fairy clans of that time, they could only seal his soul and body separately. A thousand years later, Timothy woke up, and the human and fairy clans both thought that this demon king must want to use all the flesh and blood of humans and fairies to wash away the shame of being sealed for a thousand years, but the Demon Clan proposed the idea of peace.
At that time, the Demon Clan had defeated the human and fairy clans to the point of collapse, capturing most of the human and fairy territories. But after the Demon Clan proposed to coexist peacefully with the human and fairy clans, the Demon Clan army withdrew to their territory in an orderly manner, leaving the human and fairy clans puzzled.
Many people speculated that perhaps the demon king hadn't fully recovered his power, and the Demon Clan may have been heavily damaged in the war, so they planned to regroup and wait for the human and fairy clans to relax before wiping them out completely. So, the wedding invitation from the Demon Clan was ignored.
Come on, that's a demon king, a demon king who was notorious for his debauchery and promiscuity a thousand years ago! You're saying he gave up world domination for a woman? Who would believe that! It's probably just an excuse made up to save face!
So the human and fairy clans fought all the way to the boundary of the Demon Clan. Tonight, the capital of the demons was lit up with lanterns and decorated with colors, everyone was full of joy. Because they had won another battle on the front lines. The demon king of the Demon Clan personally went to the front line, fought hundreds of rounds with the new fairy king and the human lord, Patrick, eventually breaking the fairy king's elixir and shattering Patrick's great sword.
Ever since then, the two strongest beings of the human and fairy clans have lost their fighting power. The Demon Clan became an unbeatable force. This battle made the human and fairy clans realize that the Demon Clan chose peace, not because they had no other choice. The Demon Clan, a race that worships power, loves violence, sex, and celebration, would celebrate whenever they won a battle.
So on the third day after the demon king returned to the demon capital, a grand banquet was held to celebrate the demon king's victory. Timothy was also very happy, because Sylvia was very worried about him when he went to the front lines, fearing that he would be injured. So when he came back, Sylvia was very obedient, and she did as many times as Timothy wanted.
Timothy was pleased and radiant. But Sylvia wasn't doing so well. She sat next to Timothy, her swollen and painful lower body made it difficult for her to sit comfortably. Regardless of how she changed her sitting position, she felt uncomfortable. The dancers below were swaying their hips, but Timothy's gaze was always fixed on Sylvia.
Seeing her constant discomfort, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, asking, "What's wrong?"
How dare you ask!
Sylvia blushed and said, "I'm fine, let me sit back down, there are so many people here..."
"What's there to be shy about?" Timothy kissed Sylvia's cheek.
After the kiss, he began to get restless.
"Stop being lewd in public!" Sylvia, feeling the stirring of desire beneath her and Timothy's wandering hand, hurriedly whispered, "I'm getting angry!"
"No." Timothy quickly withdrew his hand, "I just wanted to see what's wrong with your leg."
The Demon Clan was open-minded, and there were quite a few people who were touching their female companions inappropriately, their hands even venturing under their clothes.
But if the demon king didn't do it, these people wouldn't dare to make such bold moves.
Timothy ground his back molars, he really wanted to make love to Sylvia right there at the banquet. After all, everyone's emotions were high, it was the perfect time to release passion. But Sylvia would never agree, and he also didn't want to expose Sylvia's body to others. So, he could only fantasize about ripping off Sylvia's clothes and making love to her in front of everyone. As he thought about this, Timothy became lost in his fantasies, his groin unconsciously thrusting upwards.
Sylvia, who had been bumped twice, was speechless. "Timothy!" Sylvia closed her eyes, not knowing whether she was holding back anger or embarrassment, her tone full of fury. "I didn't!" Timothy abruptly pulled himself out of his fantasies, desperately defending himself, "I was just trying to move forward in my seat!"
Sylvia certainly didn't believe his lame excuse, immediately pulling away Timothy's hand from her waist, standing up and returning to her previous position. The warmth was gone from his arms, and Timothy, feeling dejected, downed a glass of wine.
"Hmm?" The strong spiciness and sweet fragrance of the wine caught Timothy off guard. This was the first time he had tasted such delicious wine. The wine, named 'Drunk Divine', was a rare treasure among the Fairy Clan and not even every Fairy Emperor had the chance to taste it. At this banquet, only Timothy's table had this wine.
Timothy, priding himself on his ability to hold his liquor, drank several glasses of 'Drunk Divine'. At first, he thought the wine was mild, but after a while, he started to feel dizzy. Although his vision began to blur, Timothy didn't believe he was drunk. In the past, he could gulp down several jars of even the strongest spirits, so how could he be drunk after only seven or eight glasses of wine today?
But Timothy was indeed drunk, so drunk that he was acting like a lunatic. He held onto Sylvia tightly in front of everyone, speaking his love for Sylvia with bleary eyes. "Sylvia, I like you so much, I feel like I'm going to die." "Don't leave me, okay? Can we get married? Isn't that what you humans do, once a man and woman are married they can't separate?" "Oh... we're already married." "Sylvia, I love you, do you love me?" "Woo... Sylvia, I just want to hold you forever."
Sylvia was speechless, her face burning red. Timothy's voice was loud after he got drunk, and the demons below were all staring at the two of them like they were watching a show, not willing to look away for a moment. She wished she could cut a hole in the ground with her Divine Sword and jump in. She was too shy, whether it was because of the ambiguous gazes of the crowd or Timothy's heartfelt confession.
"Let go... I love you... you're drunk... I won't leave you, don't cry..." Timothy was crying, and all Sylvia could do was gently soothe him. "I won't let go!" Timothy held on even tighter, his tone fierce, "As soon as I let go, where will you go? To find your lover?" "When have I ever looked for a lover." Sylvia replied helplessly.
"I love you." Sylvia looked into Timothy's eyes, this was the first time she had seriously expressed her love to Timothy, "I just want to be with you, to spend the rest of my life with you." "You are the only love of my life."
Hearing her words, the crowd below burst into teasing cheers. As the sounds from the crowd filled the air, the blush on Sylvia's face deepened, she patted Timothy's back trying to stop his crying. But Timothy refused to stop. Sylvia could only follow along with his words, echoing everything Timothy said.
The banquet was in high spirits, everyone was immersed in the joyous atmosphere, intoxicated by the love confession between the Demon King and Queen. No one expected that someone would break this merriment.
Sylvia was still soothing Timothy, "Please stop crying, you're losing your...". Before she could finish her sentence, Sylvia's expression changed. An arrow suddenly flew through the air towards Timothy. As the arrow was about to pierce Timothy's body, Sylvia caught it. With a "snap", the arrow made entirely of iron broke easily under the deathly aura around Sylvia's hand.
From a mountain a hundred miles away, a man holding a bow shouted, "Run!" The young woman behind him spread her fiery wings and fled without looking back. "Protect the Demon King!" Sylvia forcefully pushed Timothy away, leaving only a sentence before rushing out, her figure as fast as lightning.
The others woke up as if from a dream, they never expected that someone would dare to attempt an assassination on the Demon King in the capital city! Sylvia transformed her aura into wings, moving at an extremely fast speed, but the God Slayer Sword was even faster. In a few breaths, the God Slayer Sword crossed hundreds of miles and arrived in front of the man.
The man drew his sword to fight, but the God Slayer Sword seemed to ignore him, continuing to fly forward. Thinking of the girl, the man panicked and turned around to chase the God Slayer Sword. But just as he turned, a wave of magical energy broke through his protective barrier and hit his back.
The energy was extremely powerful, matching, if not surpassing, the Demon King's demonic aura, and it was excruciating. The magical energy entered his body, burning his bones like fire and cutting his flesh like a blade.
Sylvia grabbed the man's neck with one hand, and due to the excess force, his neck made a sound of bones cracking. The man looked at Sylvia's ferocious face and knew that she was the Demon Queen, the master of the God Slayer Sword.
Knowing he couldn't confront the master of the God Slayer Sword, he attempted to cause an explosion within himself by returning all the fairy power in his body to his inner core, in a vain attempt to harm Sylvia.
How could Sylvia let him have his way? The residual demonic power in the man gathered on his inner core, forming a protective layer. At the same time, with a forceful squeeze, she broke his neck with a snap. Tossing the man's body on the ground, Sylvia didn't even spare him a glance, immediately going to chase the girl who ran away.
As Sylvia left, the man's body began to swell, the skin stretched to the thinness of cicada wings, and all the blood vessels in his body were clearly visible. A moment later, a massive surge of fairy power exploded like a bomb, annihilating the entire mountain.
Sylvia flew into the forest, landing in a lush area. The girl who ran away was here. She was pierced through the left shoulder by the God Slayer Sword, pinned to a large rock. Her right hand was gone, still bleeding. It must have been cut off by the God Slayer Sword.
"Who sent you? Why do you want to assassinate the Demon King?" Sylvia walked up to the girl unhurriedly. Her expression was not as fierce as before, but it was not friendly either. She looked at the girl as if she was looking at a dead person.
"Heh... The Demon King is evil, everyone wants to kill him!" The girl became excited upon seeing Sylvia. "You, the Demon Queen, are no better, lower than pigs and dogs! You're nothing but trash!"
The girl got more and more agitated as she spoke, her fairy power going out of control, the fire wings on her back spread out, intending to attack Sylvia. But she couldn't, because the God Slayer Sword was stuck in her left shoulder, her fairy power couldn't even resist the sword's will.
Looking at her wings, Sylvia gently frowned, asking, "Are you of the Gray Fairy Clan?"
"Yes!" The girl was in a frenzy. "The spirits of the Gray Fairies who died in the Battle of Loslorin Valley have come for revenge!"
"Sylvia!" The girl's eyes were full of hatred. "Over the past few years, have you ever felt uneasy because of the burning blood of the Gray Fairies in your hands? Have you ever felt guilt for the princess? Have you ever been scared! Scared of the souls of the dead Gray Fairies coming to claim your life!"
"Do you remember how many Gray Fairies died under your sword! Do you know they have families!"
"When you consorted with the Demon King, did you ever think about their loved ones!"
Sylvia quietly looked at the girl, not saying a word.
The girl was extremely agitated. At first, she was questioning Sylvia and listing her atrocities. But as she continued, it turned into simple abuse.
In the face of the girl's abuse, Sylvia remained calm, with no ripples. After the girl vented her emotions, Sylvia opened her mouth and calmly responded, "No."
She looked at the girl's distorted face, her eyes cold, answering with a tone of near contempt. "Do you care about the feelings of the ants you step on under your feet?"
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone