The Archangel looked down at the little demon hugging his leg, whose teary eyes looked like they might overflow any second.

He felt some reluctance but still insisted on his principles. “It really won’t work…”

“I’m very well-behaved,” the little demon blinked.

“You’re too small…”

“Wuwuwu~” The little demon pretended to cry.

“We can’t…”

The little demon hugged the Archangel’s leg, swaying back and forth, employing the technique Bode had taught him in class. His big, round puppy-dog eyes looked pitifully up at the Archangel, sparkling like little stars.

Even the cold Demon King couldn’t resist this move, let alone the Archangel who had never been subjected to such cute tactics before. His deeply traumatized heart felt as if it were being healed. The principles he had held onto for mere seconds instantly began to waver.

The Archangel tried hard to convince himself: although this Demon King’s son was unimaginably small, and safety indeed required extra attention, a demon this young was precisely at the age where their worldview was being shaped.

If they could instill the angels’ consistent principles into him, then perhaps he would grow closer to the angel race in the future, and his personality wouldn’t turn out like the rumors described. Then he wouldn’t need to worry about war between angels and demons anymore.

“Actually… It’s not entirely impossible.”

An angel standing behind him chuckled. Hilaire turned his head and saw that the laughing angel had long silver hair and seemed to glow faintly.

Standing among the other angels, he was not only in no way inferior but far surpassed them in attractiveness.

So pretty! The little demon stared, dumbfounded.

Having abandoned his principles, the Archangel hesitated for a moment. Just as he was about to pick up the little chubby bundle clinging affectionately to his leg, his leg suddenly felt empty.

The little demon had let go and circled around behind him, standing before Lucifer, staring at him for a good while, then looked up shyly and asked, “Hello, my name is Hilaire. What’s your name?”

“My name is Lucifer.”

“You’re very beautiful.”

“Thank you for the compliment.”

Archangel: “…”

Lance, standing nearby, almost couldn’t bear to watch anymore. This Archangel had suffered far too many setbacks and blows today; his expression now looked so fragile it seemed about to shatter.

Lance cleared his throat and spoke up, “I heard you just now. You agreed. So, we’ll entrust His Highness to you.”

What else could the Archangel do? Looking at the little demon who just moments ago was hugging his leg, crying pitifully, now beaming and chatting happily with Lucifer, he couldn’t take back his words.

He could only nod, feeling utterly dejected.

Lance called out to Hilaire, “Baobao, you’ll be living with the angels for this period. Take good care of yourself! If anything unhappy happens, come find us.”

They would take turns guarding the periphery of the City of Light, so if anything happened to Baobao, they would know immediately.

Hilaire nodded, then grabbed Lucifer’s robe with his chubby little hand and waved at the demons. “Goodbye~”

He wore a sweet smile, his tone showing no reluctance whatsoever. The Greater Demons finally understood the stifled feeling the Archangel had experienced.

Just yesterday, the little fellow was lying on the bed crying, refusing to get up, saying he didn’t want to leave home, couldn’t bear to part with them! Yet now, he was happily preparing to leave with a strange angel!

That angel was, at most, just a little bit good-looking; otherwise, he had no merits whatsoever, completely incomparable to them!

The sour-feeling demons frowned and glared at Lucifer, but the other didn’t even glance their way, completely oblivious to the demon guardians’ dissatisfaction with him.

The Archangel had never felt so tired. He felt this single day was more exhausting than fighting a year-long war; he needed rest, both physically and mentally. Since the Demon King’s son had been received, it was time to return. Settle him down first, then let him recover a bit.

Lucifer looked at the naturally friendly little demon, glanced at the corner of his robe being clutched, but didn’t say much.

“Wait,” Nick called out, seeing the angels about to leave. “Don’t go yet! His Highness’s things haven’t been taken.”

The Archangel forced himself to stay alert. “Are they Prince Hilaire’s daily necessities? It is indeed appropriate to take some; the things we prepared don’t seem very suitable.”

The items they had prepared were all for adult demons, many even made larger than standard size. But the one they received turned out to be a mini little demon; most things couldn’t be used. It was good that they brought their own now; it saved them the trouble of redoing everything.

Nick reached into his shadow and dragged out a box.

The Archangel was puzzled.

Only one box? That might be a bit too little.

Nick’s hand didn’t stop, continuing to pull things out from his shadow: two boxes, three boxes… until there were over a dozen boxes, then he finally stopped.

“That’s all of them.”

All the boxes, anyway.

The Archangel looked at the boxes scattered everywhere, feeling it seemed a bit much, but then thought it wasn’t really a problem. After all, he was the Demon King’s son; having slightly more personal belongings was understandable.

Just as he was about to call angels over to carry the boxes away, he saw the Shadow Demon reach into his shadow again, struggling to pull out a huge bundle. The bundle was over two meters high, looking ridiculously large.

“These are Prince Hilaire’s things, too?” The Archangel couldn’t imagine what could possibly be inside such a large bundle.

“These are clothes. All the clothes Constans made for Baobao,” Nick complained.

The bundle was too big; it even got stuck in his shadow for a while! Couldn’t he have packed them separately?

Angels had low material desires and didn’t own many robes.

Where had they ever seen such a spectacle?

Just one three-heads-tall little demon had so many clothes!

How could he possibly wear them all?

He couldn’t finish wearing them even if he changed daily!

The inexperienced angels were still staring in shock at the oversized bundle when Nick continued pulling out various strange items, including three white demonic beasts over two meters tall.

Archangel: …

Is his shadow a bottomless pit?

How many things are there exactly?

Why is he still taking things out?

Other things were daily necessities, fine, but what was the deal with those three round demonic beasts? The Archangel couldn’t understand.

Baph saw his confused expression and kindly explained, “Those are His Highness’s beloved pets, the renowned Hellhounds of the Demon Realm. If His Highness gets bored in the Celestial Realm, these three Hellhounds can play with him.”

The Archangel recalled the Hellhounds he had seen in the Demon Realm before – agile bodies, slender limbs. Compared to these three, only the fur color was the same.

Creatures of the Demon Realm truly are peculiar!

There was a little demon over a thousand years old, yet tiny, and also Hellhounds, mutated into round shapes.

The Hellhounds, too fat to walk properly, were not experiencing being packed into Nick’s shadow for the first time. Because they were hypnotized, they were currently sleeping soundly.

The Archangel swept his gaze over the items covering the ground, then asked the Greater Demons hesitantly, “How long does Prince Hilaire plan to stay?”

This formation looks suspiciously like moving house! Is he planning to live permanently in the Celestial Realm?

Baph smiled at the Archangel. “Naturally, until His Highness’s body has fully recuperated.”

Actually, he didn’t know either; after all, this matter was decided by His Majesty the Demon King.

The Archangel remembered the Demon King’s letter stating his son suffered severe physical and mental damage and needed to recuperate in the Celestial Realm. He initially thought it was just a random excuse, but now, knowing the other was only this small, he was indeed easily injured.

He didn’t know if he truly suffered physical and mental harm from the attack; this matter needed clarification beforehand.

Thus, the Archangel looked towards the little demon. “Prince Hilaire, regarding the attack last time, where were you injured?”

Although the Demon King had taken away a batch of healing potions, claiming they were for his son, he didn’t know if the injuries had fully recovered or if the other might have lingering psychological trauma. After all, he was just a cub. If needed, some healing potions could be spared for his use.

Hilaire looked at the Archangel, taking a long time to remember he was here this time because he was “injured” and needed to recuperate. But in reality, he wasn’t hurt at all! How should he answer?

The little demon’s gaze darted around, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, seeing the Greater Demons nearby, he remembered the tricks they often used when fighting, and an idea struck him.

He let go of Lucifer’s robe and plopped face down onto the ground with a thud.

Archangel: ???

So fake! His tail even twitched!

The Archangel looked at the little demon lying on his stomach on the ground, guessing the cub was using this method to tell him that although he wasn’t injured, he could fake it anytime.

Fine, fine! He wouldn’t ask anymore. Seeing his lively appearance, he should be fine.

“Prince Hilaire, you may get up now.”

The little demon didn’t move.

Bazel found it amusing. When they fought and played dirty, they would often lie on the ground pretending to be injured. Baobao actually learned this trick too! How smart!

He also called out to Hilaire, “Baobao, get up! The angel already knows your injuries are severe!”

The little demon still didn’t move.

Bode felt something wasn’t right. “Baobao! Are you okay?! Could you really be injured somehow?”

The little demon lying on the ground remained motionless.

Just as the Archangel and the demons thought something had really happened to the cub, the silver-haired angel Lucifer, who had been watching nearby, suddenly said, “Demon King Eris?”

Hilaire immediately looked up, searching. “Where?”

Demons: “…”

The Archangel held his forehead and sighed. He felt that peaceful days in the Celestial Realm might be impossible in the future.

Afterward, he had other angels come over to move the items. Upon learning the three Hellhounds could also resist Light Magic and were to enter the City of Light with the Demon King’s son, he didn’t say anything more; his heart was too tired, and he had no energy left to argue.

One by one, the angels carried boxes, jointly lifted the bundle and the three Hellhounds, and headed into the City of Light. It was fortunate most angels had come, otherwise, they couldn’t possibly have carried so many things.

The little demon, whose feigned illness was exposed, also got up and followed the silver-haired angel towards the city. After taking just two steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and ran back towards the demons, hugging each Greater Demon one by one, simultaneously whispering to the hugged demon, “I’ll miss you.”

From the four demons to Baph and Constans, no one was left out.

After the hugs, he trotted back deng deng deng to the silver-haired angel’s side, stuffed his chubby little hand into the other’s dangling hand. “Let’s go.”

“I’ll miss you too, Baobao!”

Watching the small figure walk farther and farther away, Bode was the first one unable to hold back, wailing while waving his tentacles, huge tears streaming from the slime’s beady eyes, clearly heartbroken.

The Archangel couldn’t help but turn back, staring at the grief-stricken blue slime.

So, that demon was just acting that day?

His sky-shattering wails back then didn’t contain a single tear, completely different from his genuine display of emotion now!

These demons are truly detestable!

He resolved to educate the Demon King’s son, that little demon, to be as virtuous as an angel! Absolutely must not let him learn from those demons!

The Archangel silently vowed.

Seeing the cub had gone far, the remaining demons first sent the two thousand skeleton soldiers back on their mounts, including the cyan beast—it was too large and might dirty the plaza here. Not that they cared about troubling the angels, but since they were going to stay in the plaza, it would be unpleasant if it got too dirty or smelly.

Bazel also missed Baobao dearly. He followed a few steps forward but was stopped by Lance. “Don’t go any further; there’s a magic array ahead. You’ll get hurt.”

The outer edge of the plaza wasn’t covered by the magic array, so staying here was fine. But further into the plaza was the array, filled entirely with Light Magic elements.

Bazel raised an eyebrow, looking at the Greater Demons preparing to set up tents. “I am a dragon, different from you, fragile demons. That Light Magic might not necessarily affect me.”

Saying that, he eagerly stepped forward.

“Haha, see? I told you it’s fine!” Bazel stepped into the magic array, then turned back to show off to them.

Bode: “…You’re smoking.”

Unlike the scroll specifically designed for attack, the magic array in the City of Light was meant to provide a better environment for angels, so its concentration of Light elements was lower than the scroll’s, but it still had an inhibitory effect on them.

Looking at Bazel smoking and collapsed on the ground, unable to get up, the demons shook their heads. Really asking for death.

Constans anxiously took two steps forward, saw the other demons were calm, and asked puzzledly, “Click?” Aren’t we going to save him?

Nick, currently taking their things out from his shadow, casually replied, “It’s fine. Anyway, he’s just smoking, won’t die immediately.”

Bode pondered, “Speaking of which, I don’t know what roasted dragon tastes like. Today’s a good chance to find out.”

During the previous attack, Bazel was the only demon not present. So this guy kept mocking their poor strength and weak bodies, always saying how things would have been different if he were there.

Everyone felt resentful but couldn’t refute him. Now, watching the fat dragon bring trouble upon himself, they were too busy gloating to rescue him! Dream on!

In the end, it was Constans who rushed into the magic array and dragged the smoking black dragon out. Even his own bones were slightly smoking.

Two angels stood guard in the plaza. Usually, guards weren’t needed here, but because these demons were staying, the Archangel assigned angels to take turns on duty, monitoring the demons’ actions.

These two angels watched the scene unfold in the distance expressionlessly, silently complaining internally: These demons, why do they seem like such idiots?

Meanwhile, the little demon held Lucifer’s hand, heading towards his residence in the City of Light. He was indeed very well-behaved, looking left and right the whole way, curiously observing various things he had never seen before, yet just watching quietly without making any demands.

Until he reached his designated residence, Hilaire looked up at the tall two-story house before him and said happily, “I’ll live here from now on?”

“Yes, this is your residence,” Lucifer smiled.

This building adopted the traditional style of the City of Light: white as the base color, accented with green. Small, pale pink flowers bloomed along the eaves, and the paths on both sides were lined with various elegant, light-colored plants. It looked warm and beautiful.

Hilaire liked it here very much. Accompanied by the angel, he pushed open the door and walked inside. But once inside, he looked somewhat bewildered at the furniture and decorations.

It feels… so big inside.

But the little demon didn’t dwell on it. He was just a stubby little thing anyway; the palaces in the Demon King’s Palace were also very large for him.

He looked around the first floor, didn’t see a place to sleep, and so asked the angel, “Where is my bedroom?”

Lucifer pointed upwards. “On the second floor.”

The little demon wanted to see where he would sleep, so he ran towards the stairs at the side and started climbing up.

The height of each step exceeded the cub’s knee, so he couldn’t step up normally. He had to use both hands and feet, huffing and puffing his way up.

Plus, the little demon was a bit chubby, making climbing very strenuous; the little wings on his back trembled with the effort.

The Archangel, following behind, watched this scene, then thought about the five-meter-long bed on the second floor, the mirror placed deliberately high, the tables and chairs taller than the cub…

After a moment of silence, he said, “Let’s just rebuild the house.”

The sole heir of the Demon King, the Demon King’s son, needs to use his hands and feet just to climb the stairs here?

Might not even be able to climb onto the bed?

Can’t even reach the mirror?

This is just too miserable!