Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Chapter 343 The Keeper of the Soulbridge

Seeing Sylvia on the verge of tears, looking so pitiful, both Erelyn and Timothy couldn't help but smile. Only then did they stop their conversation.

After all, who would've thought that the mighty Goddess Sylvia could end up looking so helpless?

Especially with her small frame trembling slightly as she leaned against Timothy, her big, watery eyes tinged with red from the tears, making her look even more vulnerable.

Anyone who didn't know better might have thought Timothy had done something truly unforgivable.

Honestly, the scene did look a bit... questionable.

Erelyn glanced over at Timothy, her deep blue crown tilting slightly as she raised her head, a faint smile still lingering on her face.

She looked like a girl of about sixteen or seventeen, not exactly stunning, but definitely possessing a kind of quiet, elegant beauty.

It was clear that, despite not knowing Timothy for long, Erelyn had a pretty good impression of him.

Her gaze even carried a bit of that bittersweet feeling, like watching a younger sibling grow up and get married.

From every angle—especially their shared understanding during the conversation just now—Erelyn was quite satisfied with Timothy.

However...

As she looked around the battlefield, a more serious and solemn expression crept onto Erelyn's face.

Though Timothy's earlier strike had turned the tide of the battle, pushing the Underworld Dynasty to the brink of victory, the month-long conflict had been nothing short of brutal.

Countless ghost soldiers had been utterly destroyed, their souls scattered, and even the ground itself had turned a chilling shade of crimson from the bloodshed.

The humiliation and devastation of this battle were unprecedented in the history of the Underworld Dynasty.

"Why did you two suddenly come to the Netherworld? I doubt it was just for a casual visit, right?" Erelyn asked, her tone more serious as she looked at Timothy.

She could sense that the strange occurrences in the Netherworld might be connected to their arrival.

"You're right. We didn't come to the Netherworld just for fun," Timothy nodded, his expression turning serious as well. He gently patted Sylvia's head, who was now fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Don't be fooled by her usual cold demeanor—when she's in this smaller form, she's as mischievous as a bratty kid next door...

"We came here mainly to track down whoever's been causing chaos at the Sepulcher of the Sacred…"

Timothy's tone grew more somber as he began explaining the situation to Erelyn, recounting the key events that had led them here.

The most critical issue, of course, was the disturbance within the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

"The Sepulcher of the Sacred has been affected that badly?" Erelyn was visibly shocked by Timothy's words.

Even though she had been born in the Netherworld and had only spent a short time on the Elant continent with Sylvia, she knew from the stories of many spirits just how significant the Sepulcher of the Sacred was, with its countless Holy Emperors buried within.

To control so many powerful corpses… even the Keeper of the Soulbridge, who could erase memories, wouldn't be capable of such a feat.

Who in the Netherworld could possibly pull off something like this?

More importantly, if someone was targeting both the Netherworld and the Elant continent, their goal might be to destroy both realms entirely.

But why? What could they possibly gain from setting up such a catastrophic plan?

Netherworld… who in the Netherworld could still…

Erelyn adjusted her crown, deep in thought, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't come up with an answer.

Just then, a ghost soldier commander approached to report, his voice low and grave.

"Princess Erelyn, in this battle, we've lost over two hundred thousand ghost soldiers, and many of our structures have been damaged.

The Bridge of Souls has suffered extensive damage, and the Gates of the Underworld have also been partially compromised.

Fortunately, these issues are still within manageable limits and won't affect the passage to the afterlife.

However… the Keeper of the Soulbridge is missing."

"The Keeper of the Soulbridge is missing?"

That last sentence caught Erelyn off guard.

The Keeper of the Soulbridge, named Nyssara, was responsible for administering the Draught of Forgetting, which souls had to drink before passing on. It was said that in life, she had been a Supreme Emperor-level figure.

In the Netherworld, her experience and age made her one of the most senior beings, perhaps even the most senior. So, even Erelyn, who now ruled the Underworld Dynasty, didn't dare to take her lightly.

However, given the current chaos in the Netherworld and Nyssara's own considerable strength, Erelyn couldn't afford to focus on her disappearance right now.

As she surveyed the aftermath of the battle, her gaze hardened with resolve.

She turned to Timothy. "You're saying that the one causing chaos in both the Elant continent and the Netherworld might be hiding here in the Netherworld?"

"Exactly. That's why Sylvia and I came here," Timothy confirmed with a nod.

Hearing this, Erelyn seemed to make up her mind quickly. "I understand. I might be able to find her. Follow me."

Without another word, she lightly tapped the ground with her toes and gracefully lifted into the air.

"Where is the princess going…?"

Several high-ranking officials of the Underworld Dynasty exchanged glances, momentarily stunned. Then, their expressions shifted to shock. "Could it be that the princess is heading there?"

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"That place might hold the solution, but it's not something to be used lightly unless absolutely necessary!"

The officials were clearly alarmed, but Erelyn paid them no mind. Her figure was already flying toward the depths of the Underworld Dynasty.

"Looks like she really does have a plan," Timothy mused.

Before coming to the Underworld Dynasty, Timothy had heard rumors that the dynasty's ruler possessed the means to control the entire Netherworld. It seemed those rumors were true.

"Let's go, honey," Timothy said, looking down at Sylvia, who was still clinging to the hem of his shirt.

Her body had become so small and delicate.

It was obvious that, no matter how hard Sylvia tried to maintain her usual cold and aloof demeanor, she just couldn't pull it off in this form.

She hopped up and down in frustration, clearly growing more anxious.

Having been in her childlike form for a while now, Sylvia had completely exhausted her magical energy. At this point, she couldn't even muster the strength to fly, let alone cast any spells.

"Give me back the snow lotus already! I can't even fly without it!" Sylvia pleaded, her big eyes brimming with tears as she looked up at Timothy.

Her tearful expression was so endearing that Timothy couldn't help but chuckle.

But he quickly shook his head, still smiling. "You tried to bite me earlier, remember? So as punishment, you'll have to wait a bit longer for the snow lotus."

"But… but I can't fly! How am I supposed to keep up?" Sylvia was practically bouncing in place, her tiny face full of frustration and helplessness.

After all, ever since they'd arrived in the Netherworld, she'd been through a lot—turning into a little girl, and then… well, that time in the Sacred Sea…

She'd been teased and pushed around quite a bit.

"Don't worry, honey. I've got a solution for that," Timothy said with a soft smile. He bent down slightly.

With one arm gently supporting Sylvia's neck and the other lifting her legs, he scooped her up into a princess carry, cradling her small, delicate body in his arms…