When the Archangel received the next letter, he saw that the current Demon King Eris actually said he wanted to visit them to discuss the matter of the scroll.

The Archangel’s surprise this time was no less than the previous day’s. He hadn’t expected Demon King Eris to actually want to come to the Celestial Realm, and to visit them, no less.

Since Eris took the throne, he had only met him once, when setting up the barrier between the two realms. The Demon King’s demeanor back then had indeed left a deep impression.

Unlike the previous Demon King’s madness and recklessness, Demon King Eris seemed indifferent towards the angel race. His eyes held no awareness of other living beings; his emotions were extremely detached.

Throughout their entire meeting, his mood showed no fluctuation. His behavior wasn’t due to arrogance or looking down on them, but simply because he didn’t care—didn’t care about their life or death, nor whether there was war or not.

In fact, angels were more wary of such a Demon King. After all, although the previous one was mad, his actions were traceable, allowing them to respond.

But he couldn’t fathom Eris’s thoughts, couldn’t understand his intentions, and had no idea if this Demon King might suddenly decide to attack the angels. After all, he was the demon capable of defeating the previous Demon King; his abilities and race remained undisclosed, shrouded in mystery. If he wanted to attack the Celestial Realm, it might lead to a war even more brutal than the one over a thousand years ago.

The Archangel took this matter extremely seriously. Moreover, was the time written in the letter actually tomorrow?

That was too soon! It gave them no time to prepare at all!

He immediately summoned all the angels for a discussion. Whether that Demon King was genuinely coming tomorrow to discuss the scroll or had ulterior motives, they had to handle it perfectly, not giving him any excuse to provoke a war.

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“Papa, take me with you!” At the border barrier between the Celestial and Demon Realms, the little demon hugged his Papa’s leg, looking up at him pitifully with puppy-dog eyes, trying to use cuteness to persuade his Papa to take him along to the Celestial Realm to see what angels looked like.

Eris resisted Hilaire’s eye attack and didn’t take him along. Instead, he had him wait by the barrier, protected by Bazel and Constans together. These two Greater Demons’ strength was second only to his own; as long as they weren’t attacked by Light Magic again, no demon could defeat them.

The other injured demons, carrying the unconscious Harun, followed Eris together to visit the Celestial Realm. The number of demons going this time was small; they didn’t even bring the Demon King’s army. Several demons stepped through the barrier together, entering the territory of the Celestial Realm.

Hilaire chased after them for a few steps but couldn’t pass through the barrier. The barrier set by the Demon King and the Archangel prevented other demons and angels from entering each other’s territory, but it had no effect on the Demon King and Archangel themselves, who had set it up.

“Papa!” Hilaire pressed against the barrier, calling out. The smooth, cool barrier rippled like water upon contact, yet obscured the view of the scene beyond.

Hilaire pressed his face flat against it but still couldn’t see anything. Since the attack, he had been constantly stuck to his Papa. Now Papa was gone and didn’t even take him along; the little demon felt very dejected.

“Baobao, come over here. I’ll take you for a few flights nearby. They’ll be back soon,” Bazel beckoned to the little demon.

Hilaire pressed against the barrier again, staring hard, but still couldn’t see any sign of the others. He could only walk towards Bazel, turning back every three steps.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here! How about I turn into my dragon form and fly? Do you want to sit on my back, or stay in my claws?” Bazel pinched the cub’s chubby little cheek, comforting him.

“Want to be in the claws!” They had played this game many times; the little demon was often carried through the sky by the black dragon.

After Bazel transformed into his dragon form, Hilaire suddenly looked towards the silent Constans. Although he had no eyes, he gave off a feeling of looking over here longingly.

“Can we take him too?” Hilaire asked Bazel.

“Alright, Constans, you come up too. Anyway, you’re just bones, not very heavy. But only this once! Other demons don’t have the honor of being carried by me,” Bazel agreed.

Constans quickly ran over and climbed into the dragon claw, looking extremely eager. He knelt primly inside the claw, then actively pulled Hilaire up, protectively holding the Little Prince in his lap, letting him sit on his legs.

Hilaire looked down at the two leg bones digging into his bottom, then looked up at Constans’s seemingly excited state, and ultimately didn’t say anything.

Oh well, seeing how happy Constans is, bumpy bottom it is.

While the black dragon carried the little demon and the skeleton flying through the sky, Eris and the other demons entered the Celestial Realm.

The entire surface of the Celestial Realm was water; there was no place to land. But the angels were prepared, having specially arranged a boat on the water surface just outside the barrier.

A moon-white boat carried an angel dressed in white robes. He sat at the bow, back facing the demons, a pair of folded white wings prominent behind him. Silken silver hair with a faint luster was tied into a ponytail, casually draped over one shoulder. Hearing movement behind him, he stood up and slowly turned around.

A pair of sapphire-blue eyes instantly captured the attention of all the demons. His appearance could be described as supremely angelic—noble, elegant, his entirely white attire making him seem extremely holy. And those sapphire eyes seemed the only distinct color on him, the strong contrast making the demons remember this angel at first glance.

Lance touched the scar on his own face. If his injury healed, he would definitely be more handsome than this angel… okay, maybe not even if it healed.

Angels really were stunningly beautiful. No wonder the previous Demon King coveted their appearances, even starting wars just to take them as skins.

Baph, devoted to his work, wasn’t interested in appearances. Although this angel was indeed exceptionally striking, it had nothing to do with him.

Bode was also stunned by the other’s beauty, but he quickly noticed his height. This angel was very tall, almost the same height as the Demon King.

Although his white robe was very loose, Bode could still tell his figure was extremely well-proportioned. The stubby slime envied such a build but would absolutely never admit it! Round figures were good too; Baobao liked them!

Nick felt a bit jealous of his looks. After all, the Demon Realm’s aesthetic favored handsome humanoid forms, and this angel perfectly met all requirements. How could he not be jealous? He wished he could look like that too!

Eris was indifferent to other beings, but this angel’s appearance and aura were too outstanding, indeed leaving a deep impression on him. He frowned slightly, clearly minding it quite a bit, which consequently didn’t give him a very good impression of this angel either.

“Welcome, everyone. Please board the boat first. I will take you to the City of Light where the angels reside,” this angel said with a smile towards the demons.

Even though two of the demons were carrying a severely injured, unconscious ox-headed demon, this angel showed not a shred of surprise. His attitude was modest and polite, yet subtly distant.

After the demons boarded, the angel sat back down at the bow, infused magic into the array on the boat’s hull, and the boat, floating on the water, rose into the air, flying towards the sky.

During the journey, Eris glanced at him again. This boat was driven by magic. He could feel the magic infused by the other was very pure, and the amount consumed was enormous.

Yet throughout the process, the angel’s expression remained unchanged, maintaining a faint smile, as if such magic output was merely commonplace.

It seemed the Archangel had carefully chosen a powerful angel to greet them.

So, is this a welcoming gift? A show of force?

The Archangel probably never imagined that his choice of a good-tempered, powerful, and presentable angel to welcome them would be interpreted this way by the Demon King.

At the entrance to the City of Light, the Archangel had been waiting for a long time. Seeing the moon-white boat, he immediately braced himself, preparing for the tough negotiation ahead.

When the small boat docked at the entrance, the Archangel immediately saw Demon King Eris. His appearance hadn’t changed at all from over a thousand years ago, only the aura around him seemed less frigid than before.

“Your Majesty Eris, long time no see,” the Archangel greeted him with a slight nod.

Eris disembarked from the boat and walked towards the Archangel. “Long time no see, Archangel. We came this time to demand an explanation.”

The silver-haired angel, having completed his task, walked directly towards the group of angels behind the Archangel and stood with them.

The Archangel hadn’t expected the other to be so direct, offering only a cursory greeting before immediately stating he was here to demand an explanation.

He frowned slightly. “Your Majesty Eris, as I stated clearly in my previous letter, although that scroll originated from my hand, it was lost on the battlefield over a thousand years ago. I suspect it was picked up by other demons and used in the attack on the Demon King’s Palace a few days ago. Therefore, this should be considered internal affairs of the Demon Realm; it is inconvenient for us to interfere.”

Eris tilted his head slightly, glancing at the demons behind him.

Nick and Baph carried the stretcher bearing the severely injured and unconscious Harun before the Archangel.

Except for Bode, who was just there to make up numbers, the other demons untied their bandages. Ferocious wounds appeared before the eyes of the Archangel and the assembled angels. The previously silent angels immediately burst into discussion.

Angels who had participated in the war knew what kind of injuries Light Magic inflicted on demons. And the injuries on these demons were indeed caused by Light Magic.

Lance pointed to the injury on his face towards the Archangel. “The injuries on our bodies were caused by Light Magic. They can’t be treated with ordinary wound medicine now; we might have to bear these scars for life! Sigh~ Archangel, actually, you don’t need to worry. This matter definitely wasn’t instigated by you. Although it was Light Magic, it must have been some demon trying to sow discord between our two races.”

Nick also nodded. “Yes, although I was burned like this by Light Magic and might face discrimination in the Demon Realm in the future, it doesn’t matter. The wounds from Light Magic are lifelong for me, but they absolutely won’t affect my impression of angels as kind and just.”

Nick was too black; you couldn’t even see where his wounds were. So he simply pretended he was blackened by the Light Magic burn; anyway, no angel knew he was originally this black.

Baph also joined the act. “Ever since being attacked by Light Magic, I’ve felt pain all over my body. I don’t know if it will affect my future work. If my body has problems because of this and I can’t find work, I might starve to death on the streets.”

Bode was stifling laughter, but since he was wrapped entirely in bandages, the angels couldn’t see his expression. He had plucked off his injured part, so he had no wounds to display; thus, he could only wrap himself up and pretend it was serious. And his task on this trip was to speak up for Harun.

“Harun had it the worst! He was closest to the Light Magic array and was almost roasted cooked! I could even smell roasted beef back then! It was truly too tragic! He still has dozens of cubs at home to feed! Now he’s unconscious like this, who knows how long he can live? What will happen to his big family of little calves? Losing their papa just like that! Aaaah~”

Bode’s acting was superb. He wailed beside Harun, sounding so tragic it seemed like he was the one dying.

The Archangel’s face tightened. Listening to them go on about “Light Magic,” “don’t worry,” “like this forever,” he felt a complex mix of emotions, so complex he didn’t know what to say.

Although he knew demons were thick-skinned and many had eccentric personalities, seeing shamelessness of this level was truly rare.

This was precisely why Eris brought them here. They were victims of Light Magic, yet also thick-skinned. Entrusting this matter to them was indeed very effective.

The angels, having never seen such a spectacle, were all stunned.

Among the group of angels, the silver-haired one’s lips twitched slightly upwards, seemingly unable to suppress a chuckle.

The Archangel struggled to compose himself. “Then you…”

“Aaaahhh~”

“Are preparing to demand…”

“Harun! You still have dozens of little calves to raise at home!”

“What kind of explanation?”

“Too tragic! Harun, you can’t die!”

The Archangel couldn’t continue. That slime was wailing too miserably, and his voice was so loud it completely drowned out his own.

Eris looked at him. “I hear you have a healing potion that can be used to treat all wounds.”

The Archangel had already guessed the other was after this, but the healing potion was limited in quantity and extremely precious. Although those wounds were caused by Light Magic, they weren’t the masterminds behind it; they had no reason to hand over the healing potion.

“The healing potion…”

“Harun! Harun, say something!”

“Is very limited…”

“You can’t die!”

“I cannot…”

“You must hold on! Angels are a good-looking and kind-hearted race; they will definitely save you!”

The Archangel was certain now: that slime was doing it deliberately! He started wailing whenever the Archangel spoke, but remained silent when Eris spoke.

“Did you hear that? Angels have healing potions! They’re going to use them to treat your wounds! That’s great! Then we can find out who the mastermind behind this is! Using such a venomous scheme, trying to make demons and angels go to war again! We will definitely catch that culprit!”

Lance also knelt beside Harun. Although not wailing, his voice was heard by all the angels.

Archangel: “…”

He closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed. These demons were too thick-skinned! Never had he seen such brazen demons! Where on earth did Eris find these oddballs?

However, he also took Lance’s words to heart. This matter was indeed suspicious. A scroll lost for a thousand years suddenly reappeared.

If Eris weren’t such a rational Demon King, they might truly have fallen for the mastermind’s trick because of one scroll, leading the two realms to war.

The Archangel yielded. “Alright. I will provide the healing potion to treat these demons. I also hope you can find the mastermind behind this as soon as possible.”

Eris knew this would be the result; even the thickest-skinned Bazel hadn’t needed to step up. If all four of them had put on a show, perhaps the Archangel would have truly collapsed.

The healing potion the Archangel took out was just enough to treat the demons present. But Eris stated it wasn’t enough; there were other demons back in the Demon Realm injured by Light Magic.

“Other demons were injured? Why weren’t they brought along?” the Archangel asked casually.

Eris glanced at him coldly. “The most severely injured demon is my son. After all, the scroll’s main target was him.”

The Archangel fell silent. Eris’s previous letter hadn’t mentioned that his son was injured too.

“I don’t feel safe bringing him here, especially since he is the heir to the Demon King’s position. Therefore, I must take the healing potion back to treat my son.”

Eris’s expression remained unchanged as he said this. Though seemingly cold, he perfectly portrayed a father concerned for his child.

The demons were impressed. If they didn’t know Hilaire was perfectly fine, seeing the Demon King’s act, they might really think something had happened to the little demon. So, the Demon King wanted to scam some extra potions?

The Archangel felt responsible. If the other demons were treated, the Demon King’s son certainly couldn’t be neglected.

Besides, he still felt lingering fear regarding that Prince, having heard too many of his evil deeds over the years. He feared the other might hold a grudge against the angel race because of this.

So, in the end, he could only hand over the healing potion to the demons.

Nick packed all the potions into his shadow. He felt the amount seemed a bit small, but seeing the Archangel looking like he might faint from heartache, he didn’t say anything more.

A little goes a long way, he thought. Can’t fleece them too hard all at once.

Afterward, the Archangel assumed Eris and his group, having achieved their goal, would leave quickly. But unexpectedly, he proposed touring the City of Light.

“The concentration of Light Magic elements within the City of Light is very high; it will cause harm to demons,” the Archangel advised.

It wasn’t that he was unwilling, but the City of Light had a massive magic array beneath it. The array not only protected the entire city but also continuously absorbed Light elements from the entire Celestial Realm to supply the city. These elements countered demons; he really didn’t want to pay out more healing potions from his own pocket.

“It’s fine.” Eris told the other demons to wait there and observe Harun’s condition after using the potion, while he insisted on touring.

Seeing Eris’s unyielding attitude, looking as if he’d force his way in if denied entry, the Archangel could only guide him into the inner City of Light.

The angels remained in place, monitoring the demons.

The Archangel and the Demon King entered the City of Light together. He initially thought the Demon King would quickly leave due to discomfort.

Unexpectedly, Demon King Eris was completely unharmed. He walked through every corner of the City of Light, even visiting the area with the highest concentration of Light elements, yet showed no sign of burns, nor could one tell from his expression if he felt any discomfort.

After finishing the tour, the Demon King merely commented, “This place is quite nice,” then left with his demons.

The Archangel was, on one hand, shocked that Light Magic was ineffective against Demon King Eris, and on the other, puzzled by his comment.

This place is quite nice?

Was he praising the construction of the City of Light?

Somehow, it didn’t feel like that was the meaning.