Because he had Succubus blood, the little demon loved pretty things and was even a bit vain. Being praised, his little tail swayed happily back and forth.

Baph suddenly asked again, “Does His Highness only find Lance good-looking? What about me? And Nick, Constans, and the others?”

Demons had different aesthetic standards, but it had to be said, humanoid demons were indeed more pleasing to the eye than other strangely shaped demons. Types like Black Goats, Shadow Demons, and Skeletons didn’t conform to mainstream demon aesthetics.

Hilaire was feeling happy and, hearing Baph’s question, replied without hesitation, “All good-looking!”

Baph smiled, clearly satisfied with the Little Prince’s answer. A qualified Demon King should treat all subjects equally.

And so, the other demons also took on roles as the little demon’s tutors.

Most slimes were low-rank demons. Their appearance was round and cute, and their abilities were low, so many demons bullied them – for example, kicking slimes like balls, feeding them strange things like rocks, flowers, or trash as if they were pets, or using slimes as rags, cushions, seat pads, and so on.

It could be considered a tearful history for slimes. The situation only improved after Bode worked hard to become a Greater Demon.

Therefore, for Hilaire, whose appearance was similarly delicate, Bode taught him to use his soft and cute exterior to lower an enemy’s guard, then launch a sneak attack or escape when they least expected it.

The more Hilaire listened, the more it felt wrong. “I will be a sturdy and fierce demon in the future.”

He couldn’t possibly feign weakness. Having said that, Hilaire wrinkled his nose, bared his teeth, and tried hard to show his fierce side. “Waa-ooh!”

Baobao, snap out of it! Even after another thousand years, words like sturdy and fierce will have absolutely nothing to do with you!

Bode didn’t say this out loud, just lovingly watched the cub trying various fierce expressions, which only made him look cuter.

He tactfully suggested they could first learn how to feign weakness. When he grew up and became sturdy and fierce, then he could teach him how such a demon should intimidate enemies.

So, Hilaire studied diligently, looking pitifully at Bode with his big, round puppy-dog eyes, sparkling like little stars.

After one round of output, Bode couldn’t resist at all. The student had already surpassed the master; he could graduate.

Lance’s lesson, on the other hand, was about how to sleep well. Even in terrible, noisy environments, one must maintain good sleep quality.

So, he often found strange places – like rooftops, grassy nests, trees – and then lay down with the little demon to sleep soundly.

The other demons always felt he was just slacking off with Baobao.

Nick didn’t have much to teach. His infiltration and concealment relied on racial talents, which couldn’t be learned. So, he cut off a small piece of his own shadow and made a small spatial pouch for the cub. This way, Baobao’s weapon, snacks, clothes, and other things could all be stored inside.

Spatial items on the market were mostly made from Shadow Demon shadows. Although shadows could regenerate, cutting them hurt a bit, and most Shadow Demons disliked doing it. Thus, spatial items remained expensive.

When Hilaire found out, he tearfully stroked Nick’s shadow, asking if it hurt. Afterward, he firmly attached the small spatial pouch to himself, declaring he would absolutely never take it off.

Constans also got involved. His combat ability was strong, but he couldn’t teach that, as it was also related to racial talents. So, after much thought, he decided to teach the Little Prince how to knit.

Many of Hilaire’s clothes were made by Constans, each one good-looking and well-fitting. So, watching the skeleton deftly cut patterns and knit clothes of various styles, Hilaire thought he could do it too! Once he learned, he could knit clothes for everyone!

His intentions were good, but his chubby little hands simply couldn’t move as nimbly as skeleton fingers. He failed at the very first step every time.

“Help!”

Hilaire got tangled in the ball of yarn again, tying himself up, even his head covered in wool. He could only look pitifully towards Constans for rescue.

In the end, the skeleton could only regretfully give up teaching His Highness this interesting and character-cultivating skill, instead letting him choose the styles for Constans to knit. The little demon’s aesthetic sense was quite good; he always managed to pick styles that suited him.

Even Demon King Eris, during his free time, would teach the little demon how to use his small trident to absorb and release magic, as well as how to control the strength of his magic.

Hilaire was busy with lessons every day, no longer having as much free time as before. So, his beloved pets, the three Hellhounds, were very bored. Besides eating, they spent their days lying around sunbathing or pouncing on each other playfully.

Today was another day without seeing their master. The three fat, sturdy Hellhounds lay on the grass, lazily basking in the sun.

An ox-headed demon passed by – the captain of the Demon King’s Palace guard, Harun. He looked fierce, with scarlet eyes, bulging, well-defined muscles all over his body, and even carried a giant axe as his weapon. He looked like someone not to be trifled with.

But in reality, he was a very kind demon who liked small animals. The fact that the three Hellhounds were fat as balls was partly due to his frequent feeding, on top of their eight daily meals.

The Hellhounds smelled a familiar scent and immediately got up, expertly approaching Harun for snacks. Dori, the smallest of the Hellhounds, even brought a ball, asking Harun to play with them.

Usually, if he wasn’t busy, Harun would play with them for a while. But today he was acting strangely. The three Hellhounds crowded around him, tails wagging furiously, yet not only did he not produce any snacks, he even avoided them.

The three Hellhounds: ?

Harun gripped his weapon, staring fixedly ahead as he walked in another direction. The three Hellhounds, plump as little hills, were ignored by Harun for the first time. They immediately plodded heavily “dun dun dun” in front of him again, blocking his path.

Adult Hellhounds stood over two meters tall. Three such demonic beasts blocking the way were like a solid wall, impossible to pass.

Harun was silent for a moment, then raised the giant axe in his hand and swung it down towards the Hellhounds. He struck without mercy. The whistling sound of the huge axe alerted the three Hellhounds, who instantly leaped backward, dodging the attack.

Although they had been raised fat and silly and had never encountered danger in the Demon King’s Palace, Hellhounds were naturally among the top tier of demonic beasts, with extremely high sensitivity to danger.

After dodging the axe attack, the three Hellhounds realized something was wrong. It was clearly the familiar demon, even his aura hadn’t changed, yet he wanted to kill them. The three Hellhounds lowered their front limbs, bent their hind legs, took an attack stance towards Harun, and growled low threats at him.

The ox-headed demon Harun looked expressionlessly at the three Hellhounds, then suddenly gripped his axe and started running forward.

The three Hellhounds hadn’t received any training and didn’t understand coordinated combat. Seeing Harun run off, they belatedly gave chase.

If the mother of these three Hellhounds—the female who had nursed Hilaire—were here, she would have absolutely intercepted him by now and begun a fierce battle. But here now were her three useless sons. Because they were too fat, their flesh jiggled all over when they ran. After just a few steps, they were panting heavily, tongues lolling out.

They couldn’t catch up at all!

But they didn’t give up, barking loudly “Woof woof!” while following Harun’s scent, chasing with all their might.

Some palace guards saw this combination and assumed the Guard Captain was just playing with the Hellhounds again, paying it no mind.

It was Bazel’s turn to teach the little demon, but because he had been arrested and was currently in prison, Hilaire had the day off. He was currently playing with water by the lake with his little trident.

The other demons were all present, though. Last time, because Bazel took the cub to the tavern, and even confessed to embezzlement (scraping off the decorative gold foil from the walls of the raided house and pocketing it), and damaged public property (got too excited during the raid and brought the whole house down with his tail), evidence was collected, and Bazel was sent to prison. He probably wouldn’t be out for another month.

Of course, they only told Hilaire that the black dragon had business outside for a month. Since the others occasionally disappeared too, the little demon didn’t think much of it.

After the insufficient fish soup incident last time, Hilaire planned to spear several fish today so everyone could have soup. However, despite trying hard for a long time, he didn’t manage to spear a single fish.

The little demon was puzzled. He speared a fish so smoothly last time; why couldn’t he catch one today?

He jabbed forcefully at the water surface again and again, succeeding only in scaring all the nearby fish away.

He wore a white, one-piece knitted sweater. Embroidered on the back with black yarn was a small black skeleton. The little demon stood by the water’s edge, looking left and right for a good fishing spot. The chubby little black skeleton on his back moved along with him.

So dazzling.

The demons looked at the little black skeleton on the clothes, then towards Constans, feeling the same jealousy as Bazel. This guy didn’t even have a brain, yet he was so manipulative!

Constans noticed everyone glaring at him and turned his head quizzically. “Click clack?” You want me to make clothes for you too?

“Heh, I wouldn’t wear that,” Nick said sourly.

Lance smiled amicably. “Could you perhaps teach me how to make clothes? I’d like to make an outfit for Baobao too.”

Once I learn, I’ll push you out!

Constans was simple-minded and couldn’t detect the demon’s malicious intent. Hearing the request, he nodded his skull. “Click clack.” Okay. I also need to make a dragon-themed outfit for His Highness; I’ll teach you.

“Wait, why are you making dragon-themed clothes?” Bode asked.

“Clack.” Because Bazel said His Highness would look good in dragon clothes.

Manipulative! Bazel was a manipulative dragon too!

Bode raised a tentacle. “Then could you make a slime-themed outfit for Baobao? It would surely be very cute.”

Constans nodded.

“Make a Shadow Demon one for Baobao too! I think all black looks very imposing. Plus, if he crouches in a corner at night, he’ll be completely invisible. Perfect for hiding!”

“Then a Nightmare Demon…” Lance trailed off, stumped.

Nightmare Demons were humanoid; unlike the other races, they lacked distinct features. He couldn’t think of what kind of outfit would highlight Nightmare Demon characteristics.

Baph didn’t participate. Not out of arrogance, but because he had already started learning to make clothes himself. As a perfect steward, he had to know everything!

Currently, his studies were showing modest results; soon, His Highness could have a black goat set, black goat hat, black goat mascot costume, and black goat disguise suit.

While the demons discussed how best to represent their races through clothing, and Hilaire spearing a fish, the peaceful scene was suddenly shattered by the sound of urgent barking.

Everyone looked up. They didn’t see the Hellhounds, only Harun running towards them.

Even though he carried his giant axe, nobody thought much of it. As the Captain of the Demon King’s Palace Guard, carrying a weapon was normal. Besides, he was mild-tempered, had high EQ, and got along well with the demons. Even Baph had learned his cub-rearing skills from Harun.

Unlike the large group of single demons in the palace, Harun had a happy family with many cubs, and his ox herd was enormous. When it came to raising cubs, even the Demon King sought his advice.

Hilaire saw Harun running straight towards him and waved. “Uncle Harun, do you want some fish soup?”

Uncle Harun is here too! I need to spear another fish so every demon can have some! I’m so busy!

The little demon thought confidently yet sorrowfully, despite not having speared a single fish so far.