The three Hellhounds appeared, panting heavily. Although fat, they still scrambled on their four chubby legs, running desperately towards Hilaire. Upon smelling his scent, they barked loudly in warning.

The demons present all sensed something was wrong. Usually, when Harun played with the Hellhounds, the three dogs had a “wise” silly/foolish look in their eyes, appearing goofy and naive. But now, although their eyes were squeezed into slits by their fat, a fierce glint shone from those slits, and their urgent barks were entirely different from usual.

Harun, expressionless, gripped his giant axe and ran quickly towards Hilaire. The little demon slowly lowered his waving hand, watching the approaching ox-headed demon with some hesitation.

Succubi bloodlines grant a strong perception of other demons’ emotions; the little demon perfectly inherited this trait. He sensed that Uncle Harun was different from usual; an overwhelming malice radiated from him, directed straight at Hilaire.

The other moved quickly, closing the distance in the blink of an eye. Hilaire warily gripped his small trident, aiming it at him.

The five Greater Demons present had extremely rich combat experience. The moment they sensed something was wrong, they began to act.

Nick’s shadow instantly stretched out, connecting to the shadow beneath Harun’s feet, immobilizing the ox-headed demon who had already raised his giant axe. The other demons simultaneously ran towards Hilaire, with Baph being the first to grab the cub holding the trident.

The confrontation ended in an instant.

Although Harun was the Captain of the Demon King’s Palace Guard, he was only a high-ranking demon. Invincible among his peers, he was simply no match for a Greater Demon.

Things happened suddenly and unexpectedly, but with five Greater Demons present, besides the Demon King himself, no demon could break through their defense and harm Hilaire.

Baph held His Highness and retreated, moving out of the opponent’s attack range.

The other demons surrounded Harun, knocking the giant axe from his hand, baffled as to why Harun had suddenly gone mad.

The three Hellhounds growled low at Harun while running to Hilaire’s side, positioning themselves protectively in front of him.

The situation seemed under control, but Nick suddenly shouted, “He’s breaking free! Kill him quickly!”

He couldn’t control the other! Normally, with his Greater Demon strength, he could absolutely immobilize any demon below his rank using shadows. But Harun kept struggling, his strength increasing, even surpassing the high-rank level.

One of the innate talents of ox-headed demons is immense strength. Now, he madly fought against the restraint of a Greater Demon, veins popping all over his body. With a powerful burst, he momentarily broke free from the shadow’s control.

Killing intent flashed in the demons’ eyes. Although they usually got along well with Harun, he was clearly not right at this moment and had shown intent to attack Hilaire. Reluctantly, they had no choice but to kill him.

But no one expected that just as the demons made their move, Harun, barely free, quickly threw out a scroll from his other hand.

The magic array inscribed on the scroll activated instantly, engulfing the entire surrounding area in intense white light.

Upon contact with the blinding white light, the demons’ skin began to char as if burned, even emitting a scorched smell. The magic within their bodies became stagnant, and their bodies felt heavy as if shackled.

Harun was no exception. He was closest to the scroll and the weakest, thus receiving the most damage. Much of his reddish-brown fur was burned off, and he even fell unconscious.

The Greater Demons fared slightly better than Harun. The skin burns were tolerable for them, but with their magic suppressed, even moving was difficult, making it impossible to take Hilaire and leave.

This white light clearly had a strong inhibitory effect on demons. If it affected them this much, it would be even worse for the little demon!

Hilaire was just a delicate cub, his strength not even comparable to Harun’s. This kind of magic array would kill him!

Baph had intended to take His Highness and leave the moment Nick shouted the warning, but the magic array deployed instantly and covered too wide an area, leaving no time to escape. He could only use his own body to shield His Highness from the damage.

Although the magic array was inscribed on a small scroll, its range upon activation varied depending on the magic power involved. The creator of this scroll was clearly powerful; a large surrounding area was enveloped. The white light penetrated everywhere; even Baph couldn’t block all the damage.

But when the battered demons with difficulty turned their heads, anxiously looking towards the little demon shielded beneath Baph, they discovered he wasn’t burned. He was just held by Baph, eyes filled with tears, quiet and terrified.

Lance breathed a sigh of relief and quickly shouted to him, “Baobao, run quickly! Run where there’s no white light!”

Baph struggled to support his body and gave Hilaire a push.

The teary-eyed little demon staggered forward two steps from the push, looked back at the demons collapsed on the ground, suddenly burst into loud wails, then ran off holding his little trident.

However, he didn’t run away from the white light. Instead, he ran towards the center where the white light was most dazzling—the location of the scroll.

“I’ll kill you!” the little demon cried out, stabbing at the scroll with his trident.

The sharp tip repeatedly struck the scroll, poking several small holes. Then, the little demon hooked the scroll with his trident, lifted it while wailing loudly, and forcefully threw it into the water.

The white light vanished.

The tattered scroll floated on the water’s surface, showing no sign of its previous power.

From Harun’s appearance until now, only a few short minutes had passed. Five Greater Demons were injured, one guard captain of unknown allegiance was unconscious, and only Hilaire and the Hellhounds seemed largely unharmed. However, it was unclear if the white light had affected his body.

Eris was handling official business when he suddenly sensed a powerful surge of magic within the Demon King’s Palace. When he flew to the center of the fluctuation, he saw the demons injured all over the ground.

“Papa!”

Seeing his Demon King Papa, Hilaire immediately ran towards him, crying.

The little demon hugged his Papa’s neck, crying while trying hard to explain what happened. “Uncle Harun… threw a paper… everyone became like this… I killed the paper… wuwuwu… Wo saw… wah… they hurt.”

Hilaire conveyed the main points to his Papa, but being young, he couldn’t describe many things clearly. Coupled with his distress, his words became incoherent towards the end.

So Baph forced himself up and told the Demon King what had happened, including some suspicious points and details.

Eris held the cub, his face grim, killing intent surging in his dark golden vertical pupils. This was the second time Hilaire had been attacked.

The first time, the attacker didn’t succeed because of Nick’s appearance. This time, they actually used Harun to try and kill the cub, and even brought out something incredible.

The scroll floating on the water was retrieved. With the magic array inscribed on it destroyed, it was useless now. But the significance it represented was not small at all.

Eris put away the scroll and ordered several Greater Demons who had regained mobility to take Harun to Gorgon’s place. There were too many suspicious things about Harun; it had to be investigated thoroughly.

Gorgon was conducting an experiment when his door was suddenly pounded loudly. The sound was so loud that even he, being hard of hearing, jumped in surprise.

Grumbling curses, he dragged his snake tail to open the door, only to see His Majesty the Demon King holding the cub, followed by a group of injured demons.

The ox-headed demon, looking nearly roasted, lay half-dead on the ground. The other demons also had varying degrees of burns; Constans’s bones had turned black. And the Little Prince was wiping tears while telling him to save everyone.

Gorgon sniffed the smell of roasted meat in the air. “Did you guys… have a barbecue fire get out of control?”

Bode yelled loudly, “What time is it for jokes?! Quickly check how Baobao is! And Harun! This guy suddenly went crazy!”

Due to the emergency, Gorgon temporarily didn’t argue with Bode. He first went to check the Little Prince. Besides crying hard, the little one had no physical problems.

The other demons’ burns weren’t serious either, just skin injuries that didn’t affect movement. The most severely injured here was Harun.

Muscles torn, several blood vessels burst—the entire ox was almost cooked through.

Gorgon declared he couldn’t treat him. Charred on the outside, tender on the inside—add some salt, and he could be served. His burns were too severe; special methods were required for healing.

Harun couldn’t die. Whether he betrayed them or was controlled, finding the mastermind required him to be alive first.

Eris glanced at the scroll in his hand, his expression cold as he gave an order. “I will write a letter. Have Roan deliver the letter and the scroll together to that white bird from the Celestial Realm.”

–

The Archangel had been in a good mood recently, his wings no longer shedding feathers excessively, because the news from the little white bird indicated the Demon King’s son had been attending classes lately.

Classes are good! Classes teach knowledge, foster rationality, can make one less irritable and impulsive, and also teach the value of life.

It seemed that the son of the Demon King had finally mellowed out, no longer causing trouble everywhere. After all, he was young and impetuous before; now that he had settled down, perhaps he would become a very good Demon King.

The Archangel slowly sipped his tea, smiling faintly as he watched the pale flowers blooming in clusters outside the window. Such peaceful days.

Thinking back on how he used to worry that the Demon King’s son would find some random excuse to start a war, it seemed he had overthought things. That wasn’t good; bad for the wings and hair.

Just then, the little white bird burst in urgently, carrying an envelope in its beak, desperately trying to stuff it into the Archangel’s hand.

“What is it? Why such a hurry?”

The Archangel smiled and took the envelope, noticing it bore the Demon King’s wax seal. Sensing something was amiss, he opened the envelope. Inside were two pieces of paper.

The top one was written in the tone of the current Demon King, Eris, sharply questioning if they wanted to start a war, daring to use a Light Magic scroll to attack his son within the Demon King’s Palace.

Attack his son? How is that possible?

Could his fears finally be coming true? Was that Demon King’s son really going to find a random excuse to wage war against them?

The Archangel was furious. The angel race might be few in number, but they would absolutely never submit!

Fuming, the Archangel finished reading the letter and took out the second piece of paper. His expression suddenly froze.

Although this paper was tattered and crumpled, the inscription on it was indeed a Light Magic array. Furthermore, this scroll had been personally drawn by him.

Wait, what was going on?

So it wasn’t a random excuse, but this actually happened?

The Archangel’s vision went black. He suddenly felt like an enormous black pot had been slammed down onto the heads of the entire angel race.

It really wasn’t us!