The Demon King's stamina is really good.

The Demon Queen was going to visit the kitchen herself.

Timothy had given orders early in the morning for the kitchen to prepare all sorts of ingredients because his Demon Queen was going to cook for him.

Therefore, when Sylvia arrived in the kitchen, she saw all sorts of washed and cut vegetables and meats. All she needed to do was to stir-fry them and add some seasoning, and a meal would be ready.

"Ha..." She sighed and said to the demon guard behind her, "Tell the kitchen they don't have to be so thorough. In the future, just have the ingredients ready. I can handle washing and cutting the vegetables myself."

"Yes." The demon guard responded.

Sylvia cooked a red-braised beef dish and a matsutake foie gras dish for Timothy. Finally, she made a fresh lamb chop soup.

Two dishes and a soup, just enough for Sylvia and Timothy.

In the past, Sylvia lived a modest life, accompanied by two spendthrifts from the human and demon clans, which made her accustomed to calculating her daily income and expenses meticulously, engraving the phrase "every penny counts" into her bones.

Even now, as the Demon Queen, Sylvia hasn't gotten rid of this habit of being thrifty.

After finishing cooking, Sylvia summoned the Godslayer sword that was stored within her body.

The famous Godslayer sword was used by Sylvia as a tray maid. The food that Sylvia cooked was steadily placed on the body of the sword. It floated behind Sylvia and followed her to the Demon King's great hall where Timothy was dealing with the affairs of the demon clan.

Timothy had been eagerly looking forward to Sylvia's arrival since early morning. After reviewing only a few reports, he stared eagerly at the entrance of the hall, restless, wondering why Sylvia hadn't come yet. Could it be that she had forgotten she was supposed to cook for him?

When Sylvia's figure appeared in Timothy's vision, he immediately threw the feather pen stained with ink in his hand and hurriedly went up to meet her.

Sylvia was embraced by Timothy, who smelled the faint scent of cooking on her. With a hint of complaint, he said, "Why are you coming only now?"

The so-called lunch is naturally the meal eaten at noon.

Timothy is complaining that Sylvia is late.

"I woke up late." Sylvia smiled slightly, not saying anything more.

Timothy pulled Sylvia into the hall, and with a wave of his hand, he swept all the reports on the desk onto the floor, happily placing the food on the Godslayer sword onto the table.

The dishes Sylvia made were beautiful, aromatic, and delicious. Timothy hadn't eaten Sylvia's cooking for a long time. As soon as the food was placed on the table, he couldn't wait to pick up a piece of matsutake with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

"Mm~" Timothy praised, "As expected, the food Sylvia cooks is delicious."

"Eat more if you like it." Sylvia served him a bowl of rib soup.

After they finished eating, Timothy held onto Sylvia and wouldn't let go, chatting about this and that.

After the dishes and utensils were cleared away by the maids, Sylvia, while listening to Timothy talk, picked up the scattered reports from the floor and sorted them out one by one on the desk.

After tidying up, Sylvia curled up in Timothy's arms, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, looked at the opened report, and reviewed it stroke by stroke for Timothy.

The reports submitted for the Demon King contained all kinds of national affairs, big and small.

Some of the reports contained very important national affairs waiting for Timothy, the monarch, to handle. Some reports, not only full of flattering words for the demon king, even fights were written into reports to let the demon king have a look.

The reports that Sylvia reviewed for Timothy were all minor issues. Sometimes when she came across important state affairs, she would tap Timothy's fingers with the brush handle, asking him how he wanted to handle them.

In the afternoon, Sylvia helped Timothy review nearly three hundred reports.

Seeing the sun setting, Sylvia rubbed her sore wrist and thought that no wonder George looked so languid every day. Even if it were her, if she reviewed like this for three to five days, she would probably start to feel depressed.

As it was getting dark, She planned to go back to her sleeping quarters first. A demon guard came over and asked if the Demon King and Demon Queen wanted to dine in the royal study. She responded, "I'll go back to the quarters. Please have my share sent to my room."

Timothy was not satisfied when he heard this, "Why won't you have dinner with me?"

"I'm tired." She touched Timothy's face, "I want to take a bath after dinner."

"Then I'll go back too." Timothy picked up Sylvia, who was already sitting in his arms, and said, "Have the food sent to the sleeping quarters."

Sylvia didn't want Timothy to follow her back for two reasons. One was because Timothy hadn't reviewed many reports today, and she wanted him to handle more clan affairs. The second reason was that after the two of them returned, Timothy would definitely want to make love to her.

If Timothy stayed in the royal study until she had fallen asleep and then went back, at least he wouldn't wake her up just to make love, even if she was already dreaming.

Timothy, a sky demon, has an incredibly robust physique. No body in the world could be as strong as his.

With his physical condition, he would not get cold, even if he jumped naked into a freezing lake and swam around dozens of times in the coldest winter.

Seeing Sylvia seeming to be awake, he grabbed her hand that was pulling the quilt and wound it around his neck.

Timothy nestled his head on Sylvia's collarbone, sucking out several red spots.

"Mm...." Sylvia moaned slightly.

"Why did you go to sleep without waiting for me?" Timothy asked.

"I waited... but I was too tired..." She was very sleepy. She wasn't awake, she was just responding to Timothy in a daze.

She moved down a bit, wrapped her arms around Timothy's neck, and their naked bodies stuck together.

She rubbed her face against Timothy's neck and mumbled, "Let's sleep..."

But how could Timothy sleep now!

But he couldn't possibly wake up Sylvia just to satisfy his own desire.

Thus, Timothy had no choice but to recline reluctantly beside her. Finding himself aroused yet uneasy, he noticed Sylvia had truly drifted off to sleep. He decided to alleviate his discomfort with a cold shower.