In the Demon King’s Palace, Hilaire wore a black and gold robe, a small pure gold crown perched on his head, and his hair neatly combed. This attire did indeed add a touch of majesty, but because the demon, the clothes, and the crown were all miniature versions, it gave off the feeling of playing dress-up as an adult demon, making him look even cuter.

Around the little demon’s neck hung a gold necklace from Bazel, containing magically recorded sayings from Bazel and the other demons. They instructed the cub that if he encountered situations where he didn’t know how to respond, he should play the recordings for the other party – watch them curse out those bastards who bullied the little demon! The necklace even had dragon breath sealed inside; if he met bad guys, he could release it and burn them to death.

Hanging at his waist was a small black pouch, a spatial storage bag made from Nick’s shadow. Though only about the size of the cub’s two fists, it could actually hold many things. Hilaire’s small trident, along with frequently eaten snacks and some personal items, were all stored inside.

The little demon, fully dressed, stared at his Papa with slightly reddened, big golden eyes, whispering grievously, “Papa, you must remember to come pick me up.”

As he spoke, his eyes turned into teary poached eggs. “Otherwise… otherwise I don’t know how to get home. I don’t know the way.”

Hilaire had a bit of a poor sense of direction. Usually, in the Demon King’s Palace, a Greater Demon accompanied him, and he just needed to follow them.

But on the few occasions the Greater Demon stood farther away, the little demon couldn’t tell north from south, east from west, walking in circles in the garden ten times without finding his way, even thinking he encountered some supernatural event, crying out in panic.

The Greater Demons all thought he was just playing by spinning in circles. Only when he started crying did they realize the little fellow had gotten lost in his own garden.

Eris half-knelt and hugged the little demon. “Okay, I will definitely come pick you up.”

Beside them lay a massive demonic beast on the ground. The beast was covered in cyan scales, with a pair of cyan feathered wings on its back, looking majestic and extremely imposing.

Because the City of Light where the angels resided was high in the sky, the demons had specifically found a flying demonic beast to serve as a mount. Although Eris had taken the angels’ small boat when visiting the Celestial Realm before, that was, after all, a private meeting.

Hilaire’s trip this time was a formal visit; naturally, they couldn’t use the angels’ things again but had to ride a creature unique to the Demon Realm to the Celestial Realm.

Not just Hilaire, but the other accompanying demons also had to ride flying demonic beasts. After all, they needed to project sufficient presence, overwhelm the other side, and show their strength; otherwise, the proud angels might look down on them. It didn’t matter if they were looked down upon, but what if those angels bullied the Little Prince?

Constans had initially prepared to bring his entire army of over a hundred thousand skeletons, but Eris stopped him. They were just escorting, not going to war.

Besides, the City of Light simply didn’t have enough space to accommodate over a hundred thousand skeleton soldiers. So, the number was finally reduced to two thousand.

Eris spread his bat-like wings, held Hilaire, and flew onto the demonic beast’s back. The saddle had already been prepared on top, but because a cub would be sitting there, it resembled a seat more than a saddle—a wide cushion fixed above, with a backrest, and even safety straps to prevent the cub from falling off.

Sitting on the soft cushion, Hilaire looked at his Papa fastening the straps for him and suddenly said, “Papa, can I go tomorrow instead? Please?”

He was reluctant, didn’t want to leave home for the angels’ place, and so resorted to stalling tactics.

Eris naturally saw through the cub’s little scheme. “No. We already agreed to go today. The angels are all waiting for you; you cannot break your promise.”

Hilaire pouted, nodding unwillingly. “Okay then.”

But just as Eris finished fastening the straps, stood up, and stepped back, Hilaire suddenly realized, “Papa, you’re not sending me off?”

The cushion on the demonic beast was custom-made for the cub’s size; there was absolutely no room for Eris.

Eris shook his head. “I will see you off from the Demon King’s Palace. Afterward, Baph and the others will escort you to the Celestial Realm.”

In truth, he was afraid the little one would cry and refuse to leave upon seeing him go, so it was better to part ways at the palace. He would follow the procession from behind until they safely passed through the barrier.

Hilaire’s eyes widened, staring at Eris in shock, his teary eyes immediately brimmed with tears. “Papa send me!”

Eris sighed. Since Hilaire was found three years ago, he has spent almost all his time with him. The little one was definitely unwilling to be separated now.

He stepped forward, half-kneeling before the cub, wiping away the teardrops welling in his eyes, then leaned in, pressing his forehead against Hilaire’s small forehead. “Hilaire is a demon who will be the Demon King in the future. You must learn to be brave. I will come to see you in the Celestial Realm very soon.”

Hilaire struggled to hold back his tears, hugging his Papa’s neck. “Papa, I’ll miss you! You have to miss me too!”

“Mm.”

After saying goodbye to Hilaire, Eris spread his wings and flew down from the demonic beast’s back. Several Greater Demons were going along, and Constans’s skeleton army was also fully prepared.

With a command from the Demon King, the giant demonic beast rose from the ground, its massive body exuding an imposing presence. Looking up from ground level, one couldn’t even see the little demon’s shadow.

Several Greater Demons rode fierce demonic beasts, and behind them, two thousand armor-clad skeleton soldiers also rode flying mounts. Even though drastically reduced, the procession’s scale was still immense, looking less like an honor guard and more like a horde of menacing demons heading to the Celestial Realm for war.

The cyan beast’s roar echoed through the clouds. The mounts beneath all the demons let out low growls in unison. The magnificent procession departed through the main gate of the Demon King’s Palace.

Eris stood on the city wall, watching the tiny shadow on the beast’s back, his face still expressionless, yet a trace of reluctance flickered in his dark golden eyes.

The Demon King’s son’s procession passed through the main city. The demons on the streets had heard about this long ago. Learning that Prince Hilaire was going to reside in the Celestial Realm for a period, the demons made various speculations about the reason.

Some said Prince Hilaire had taken a fancy to a certain angel and was using the visit as an excuse to pursue them. But most demons scoffed at this notion; after all, he was the notoriously cold and ruthless Prince. How could he possibly care about such things as love and romance?

Others said the Prince was injured and going to the Celestial Realm to recuperate. But demons didn’t quite believe this version either. Prince Hilaire was a powerful demon capable of killing hundreds of demonic beasts! How could he possibly be injured? Besides his father, His Majesty Eris, no demon in the entire Demon Realm could harm him.

Therefore, the most reliable theory currently circulating was that the ambitious Prince was no longer satisfied with ruling the Demon Realm; he wanted to expand his territory, and his first target was the Celestial Realm.

This trip was actually reconnaissance. Once he figured out the angels’ weaknesses and planned the right timing, he would lead the Demon King’s army to attack the Celestial Realm.

Considering Prince Hilaire’s past actions, this theory seemed highly convincing to the demons. Many marveled at his strength and ambition.

And right now, the “ambitious” Little Prince was sitting alone on the demonic beast’s back, crying sadly. He had started crying almost the moment they left the Demon King’s Palace. But now there was no Papa to comfort him.

The other demons’ mounts were much smaller than this cyan beast, so they couldn’t see what the little demon was doing. Even if they could see, it wouldn’t be appropriate to go up now; comforting a crying little demon in front of everyone would damage Baobao’s “majesty.”

After crying for a while, the little demon stopped on his own. Sniffling, he looked around. Because he was sitting high up, the entire main city spread out below him.

Usually, seeing such a view, the little demon would excitedly lean closer to admire it carefully. But now he was in a bad mood, the little demon feeling listless, slumped in his seat without moving.

The streets of the main city were very wide, necessarily so, considering many demons and demonic beasts were enormous.

Among them, an extremely tall demon stood on the street. He was about five or six meters tall, looking like a bamboo pole from afar. When he looked towards the tallest cyan beast in the procession, he could just see the seat at the very top, and the demon slumped listlessly within it.

Except that demon… why did he look like a tiny tot?

He listened to the surrounding demons praising the Prince’s heroic bearing, admiring his ambition, recounting his past deeds, and couldn’t help looking again at that demon. Yep, still a tiny tot.

“Are you saying Prince Hilaire is sitting on that cyan beast?” This demon crouched down, joining the nearby conversation.

The other looked up at him. “Yeah, the most powerful beast in the procession is that cyan one. His Highness must be on top. It’s just too high; we can’t see His Highness’s majestic appearance.”

The tall demon hesitated for a moment, then said, “I can see the demon on top of that beast, but he doesn’t look tall and mighty at all. Instead, he’s a little thing, probably only two or three years old, and quite chubby.”

The group of demons nearby exchanged glances, then immediately burst into laughter. “Are you trying to say Prince Hilaire is a chubby two- or three-year-old toddler? Hahaha, impossible! He’s the mightiest demon in the entire Demon Realm! You really know how to joke!”

The tall demon felt annoyed. He clearly saw it; it was a cub up there! Why didn’t these guys believe him?

He tried to explain, but not a single demon believed his words; they all thought he was joking. Watching the procession gradually move away, the tall demon snorted, no longer bothering to explain to these fools.

Speaking of which, he had suspected it before: Prince Hilaire had never made a formal public appearance, so why did so many demons claim to have seen him and speak of his various deeds as if counting family treasures?

Now it seemed it was all just distorted rumors passed around.

So that little thing was the real Prince? The tall demon felt he had discovered an incredible truth. Looking at the foolish-looking demons around him, he stood up and walked away smugly. When Hilaire made his formal debut, he definitely had to come watch these demons look dumbfounded!

Of course, this tall demon didn’t know that the demons’ dumbfounded moment was still some time away, whereas the angels were indeed about to be dumbfounded today.

Once outside the main city, the demonic beasts spread their wings and flew into the sky. There was still a long distance to the edge of the Demon Realm; they had to fly to reach the Celestial Realm within the day.

The little demon grew sleepy. He had woken up very early today, got dressed up, said a reluctant goodbye to his Papa, and cried for quite a while. As a result, he was now too sleepy to keep his eyes open.

He rubbed his eyes, thinking it would probably be a long time before they reached the Celestial Realm, then slumped over in his seat and fell asleep.

The cyan demonic beast, despite its huge size, flew very smoothly. The little demon felt no turbulence at all and slept soundly.

Bazel didn’t ride a mount. He had wings; why would he ride a mount? Besides, given his weight, ordinary mounts couldn’t carry him anyway, so he simply spread his wings and flew himself.

Lance, flying beside him, tilted his head, looking speechlessly at Bazel. “What are you wearing? It’s so bright I can barely open my eyes.”

Today was an important day, and the Greater Demons had all dressed smartly.

Baph, as the palace steward, wore a black tailcoat.

Lance had bought himself some light-colored clothes that matched his temperament.

Even Constans wore a suit of black armor. The glossy armor looked extremely expensive, making the usually simple-looking skeleton appear quite like a general, though he was one anyway.

Bode and Nick actually wore clothes too, but theirs looked like they were bought from a shop at the last minute, probably cheap and not very noticeable.

Among them, the most attention-grabbing was Bazel. He wore a white and gold uniform. The embroidery, gemstones, and gold thread on the uniform were interwoven harmoniously, looking extremely high-profile and magnificent. Combined with his short golden hair and eyes, the entire demon looked dazzling, even reflecting sunlight.

Bazel tilted his head up proudly. “You simply don’t understand art! Don’t know what magnificence is! This outfit was specially handmade by Constans himself to thank me! Look, look at the craftsmanship, the fabric! Tsk tsk, so much effort! It perfectly matches my noble dragon status.”

Lance just felt the clothes were blinding him and turned his head towards Constans. “Did he threaten you to make the clothes?”

“Hey hey hey! What threat? I’m not that kind of demon! He did it willingly! Your prejudice against me runs too deep!”

After saying that, Bazel hovered around Lance, deliberately positioning himself so the sunlight reflected off him onto Lance’s face.

Lance: “…”

If it weren’t an important day, he would definitely pick a fight with this bastard.

When they reached the edge of the Demon Realm, Eris, who had been following far behind, opened the barrier, allowing the procession to pass through.

One after another, the demonic beasts flew through the barrier, reaching the Celestial Realm, heading towards the City of Light high above.

Because they had notified the angels in advance that they would bring their own flying mounts, there was no small boat waiting below this time.

The angel race wasn’t numerous, fewer than ten thousand in total. They had lived peacefully for a thousand years, so the arrival of the Demon King’s son was considered a major event for them. Almost the entire population of the City of Light came to the entrance plaza, awaiting the arrival of the Demon King’s son.

The Archangel wore a solemn expression. Starting today, it would be a tough battle. He had to remain vigilant at all times. No matter how startling the Demon King’s son’s words were, no matter how irritable or quick-tempered he might be, he had to respond appropriately and guide him properly.

Just then, a giant cyan beast suddenly shot out at high speed from the clouds below the City of Light. Its cyan scales looked ferocious and terrifying, its spread cyan wings blotted out the sky. It leaped towards the sky above the City of Light with speed belying its size.

Following closely behind were countless demonic beasts of various colors and sizes, each carrying an armor-clad demon on its back.

The angels looked up, watching these beasts fly through the sky, roaring and growling continuously. Their sheer number and imposing momentum felt as if they might swoop down at any second and engage them in a bloody slaughter.

Almost the instant these beasts appeared, the angels, who had been chatting sporadically, immediately grew tense, staring warily at the sky above.

Led by the cyan beast, over two thousand demonic beasts landed on the plaza. Dense ranks of ferocious beasts, fully armed skeleton soldiers, and those Greater Demons radiating undisguised powerful auras.

Their expressions were stern as they berated the beasts beside them, their entire beings emanating a sharp, boundless presence, seemingly regarding the angels with extreme hostility.

These angels will definitely bully the Little Prince! So annoying! Just looking at them is unpleasant!

This attitude made the angels’ hearts sink further and further.

Didn’t they say the Demon King’s son was coming? But this formation looks more like they’re using the pretext of recuperation to launch a war!

Many angels had this thought.

The Archangel was no exception, but he remained calmer than the other angels. Seeing that the other side hadn’t spoken first, he slowly walked forward, his gaze searching among the group of demons, looking for the figure of the Demon King’s son.

Those skeletons definitely weren’t him. The other demons had visited before; they weren’t the Prince either.

Finally, his gaze locked onto Bazel. A humanoid demon like Eris, a tall figure, his white and gold uniform luxurious yet noble, golden hair and eyes dazzlingly bright. Among the crowd of demons, he was noticeable at first glance.

Only this demon had flown up himself. The Archangel guessed the mountain-sized cyan beast must be his mount, but the other didn’t want to sit on it, hence flying up himself.

At this moment, the other had his arms crossed, chin slightly raised, observing the surroundings with a picky, disdainful gaze, subsequently revealing an expression of disgust and contempt.

He indeed seemed just like the reports described—a rather poor personality.

Bazel was, of course, finding fault with the City of Light. After all, he had previously found even the Demon King’s Palace shabby. The reserved elegance of the City of Light was completely outside his aesthetic range.

Too shabby! Even shabbier than the Demon King’s Palace! Baobao actually has to live in this kind of place?

While he was still sizing up the surroundings and constantly complaining internally, the angel standing at the forefront on the other side of the plaza walked towards him.

Bazel, proud of his dragon identity and not exactly good-tempered, merely glanced critically at the other, noticing this apparent leader angel was also dressed shabbily—a plain white robe without even any embroidery! So poor! Didn’t these angels know how to buy better things? Wait, did they even have money?

Just as his imagination ran wild, this slightly aged-looking angel spoke to him. “Prince Hilaire, welcome to the City of Light.”

Bazel frowned, looked left and right, then pointed at himself with a completely speechless expression. “Me?”

His expression was too strange. The Archangel looked at him hesitantly. “Are you not the Demon King’s son?”

But his physique, appearance, and personality all match the reports exactly!

Bazel scoffed, seeming to guess the other’s thoughts. He gave him a meaningful look, then pointed towards the giant cyan mount. “I’m not. The real Demon King’s son is up on that beast.”

Realizing he had mistaken the identity, the Archangel felt quite embarrassed, coughing awkwardly, his ears turning slightly red. He then looked towards the cyan beast.

The giant beast stood quietly in the plaza. The Archangel waited for a while but saw no demon dismount from it.

Just as he felt puzzled, Lance spoke to Bazel, “Go up and see what’s going on?”

Why isn’t Baobao coming down yet? Is he scared?

Bazel flew up onto the cyan beast’s back and saw a little demon slumped sideways in the seat, fast asleep. No wonder there was no movement; he had fallen asleep!

He initially wanted to go wake Baobao up, but seeing his slightly swollen eyes and the downturned corners of his mouth even in sleep, the little fellow looked aggrieved and sad even while asleep…

Forget it, let him sleep properly.

The Archangel waited anxiously, only to see the demon he had mistaken earlier come down alone from the cyan beast.

“He’s asleep,” Bazel told Lance.

Asleep?

The Archangel was incredulous. On such an important occasion today, the other party actually fell asleep!

He refused to believe the Demon King’s son could sleep through such an occasion. So, was this deliberate provocation? Or perhaps, an intimidation tactic?

Whichever it was, in the Archangel’s view, it was extremely rude.

“At the very least, Prince Hilaire should be woken up first. After all, everyone is waiting. If he feels fatigued later, we have specially prepared a place for him to rest,” the Archangel said, suppressing his anger, trying his best to keep his tone peaceful.

Bazel was thick-skinned and protective. He didn’t care if everyone was waiting; Baobao’s sleep was most important! If he didn’t get enough sleep, he wouldn’t grow tall later! Besides, cubs needed a lot of sleep; what was wrong with sleeping for a bit?

“What’s the rush? He’ll naturally come down when he wakes up,” Bazel said casually.

Lance noticed the Archangel’s expression wasn’t right and offered an explanation, “His Highness usually takes an afternoon nap around this time. He won’t sleep too long, so please, everyone from the angel race, wait just a little longer.”

The Archangel continued suppressing his anger, taking a deep breath.

Fine, he would wait!