Early the next morning, Hilaire, woken up, sat up groggily. He always needed a few moments to become fully alert after waking.

With messy hair sticking up, he sat on the large bed, staring blankly. Only after quite a while did he fully wake up, rubbing his eyes and slowly climbing down from the bed to the wardrobe.

“What clothes should I wear today?” Hilaire looked at Lucifer.

Lucifer: “Whatever you like. Angels have standard uniforms, but you’re a demon, and you don’t have our clothes anyway. Wear whatever you want.”

Every angel owned the same few sets of attire, with regulations dictating what to wear for different occasions. Beyond that, daily wear consisted of white robes. Although extremely neat and clean, it was indeed quite monotonous.

Hilaire scratched his head. “Then let’s wear the little dragon clothes! I haven’t worn them yet.”

He was referring to the outfit Constans had made imitating Bazel’s dragon form. Lucifer happened to have folded it and put it in the wardrobe yesterday, so he casually took it out for him.

Hilaire slowly put on the little dragon clothes. The pale yellow one-piece suit made his skin look fair.

Down his back ran a row of small triangular dragon spines. The tail and wings were made exactly to the size of the little demon’s own, fitting perfectly over them.

The hood had two small white dragon horns; when worn, the little horns stood upright on his head, wobbling as he walked.

Dressed in the little dragon outfit, Hilaire looked down at his belly. It was round and plump; even wearing the dragon suit, he was still a little chubby dragon.

 He took a deep breath, and the little belly swoosh disappeared, becoming perfectly flat. Gazing at his flat belly, he was about to call Lucifer over to look, but the moment he relaxed, the belly popped right back out.

Hilaire: “…”

Oh well, might as well wash his face first.

After carefully washing his face and brushing his teeth, Hilaire took a small comb and seriously combed his hair. The mirror in the room, originally placed very high, had been replaced with a full-length one so the little demon could see himself.

His sleep-tousled hair was slowly combed back by Hilaire. Afterward, he looked in the mirror at his newly sprouted little horns. The two small horns grew quickly; in just a short time, they were already two or three centimeters high.

The milky-white little horns were round and plump, looking delicate. Hilaire gently touched his precious little horns, secretly hoping they would grow as big as his Papa’s.

Breakfast was still from Hilaire’s own stash. After eating, they prepared to go out for school.

Before leaving, Lucifer looked at the small crown placed on the table. “Aren’t you going to wear this?”

This crown should symbolize his identity as the Demon King’s son, right?

“No way, heavy!” Hilaire refused.

Wearing the crown yesterday made his head feel so heavy, his neck felt crooked. He pulled the hood of his clothes over his head, the two fluffy little cotton dragon horns standing straight up.

He shook his head. “I’ll just wear this.”

Lucifer walked ahead to lead the way, followed by a stubby little yellow milk dragon. Wherever they went along the way, their head-turn rate was extremely high.

Yesterday, Hilaire wore a black and gold robe and a golden crown. Although cute, his attire clearly indicated his status, creating a subtle sense of distance.

But today’s outfit – angels had never seen such clothing before! Cute little clothes, containing a cute little demon!

They really wanted to go up and give him a hug! The angels couldn’t help but turn back to look, noticing the little demon’s tail behind him swaying left and right.

Critical hit of cuteness!

Hilaire noticed many angels watching him along the way. These angels were all very good-looking.

As he walked, he gave sweet smiles to the angels looking at him, even waving at them. Some angels who stopped to watch would also smile and wave back at him.

The little demon was very satisfied with the effect he created.

Looks like everyone likes me!

They walked like this all the way to the academy. The City of Light only had one academy. All angels, after being born, had to receive education here, learning various rules and magic skills.

Lucifer was very smart and graduated from the academy early, so during this period, he was accompanying Hilaire to study.

Of course, besides him, the Archangel had also found some powerful angels to be classmates with the Demon King’s son. Although there was a slight mishap – the Demon King’s son turned out to be a miniature version – the Archangel didn’t revoke the order, so the other angels also came to the academy.

Entering the classroom at the top of the white spire, when Lucifer pushed the door open with a smile, the angels who had already arrived all looked over. Noticing only Lucifer, one slightly burly angel spoke up, “Lucifer, where is the Demon King’s son?”

Angels generally had well-proportioned builds, but this angel was unusually sturdy, with a strong, determined face. His name was Bevis. In terms of combat power, he was evenly matched with Lucifer, arguably a very strong angel.

“Is he not awake yet?” another angel with golden hair and green eyes asked with some concern. His features were pure, and while not as stunning as Lucifer’s, he looked extremely pleasant. He was Garcia.

These two angels were born in the same batch as Lucifer, eight hundred years ago, emerging from the Tree of Samsara at the same time. Consequently, whether in studies or practical combat, they were almost always together, considered among Lucifer’s few friends.

Bevis had high combat power, Garcia had a peaceful personality and excellent magic application, while Lucifer learned everything quickly, surpassing most angels in the City of Light in both combat and magic.

The Archangel had indeed put thought into selecting classmates for the Demon King’s son, thinking these three were not only strong but also close in age to him based on the 1000-year assumption, perhaps enabling them to get along.

The remaining angels were chosen for their various strengths, generally quite capable, tasked with monitoring and observing the Demon King’s son.

After the two angels asked, before Lucifer could answer, a small, milky voice came from behind him. “I’m right here!”

Lucifer smiled and stepped aside, revealing the little demon who had been following behind him.

The Demon King’s son, dressed in the pale yellow little dragon outfit, walked in. His big golden eyes scanned the classroom, then he waved at the angels inside. “Hi~”

Garcia’s pupils contracted slightly. He had thought the Demon King’s son looked cute from afar yesterday, but unexpectedly, wearing different clothes today, he was even cuter! He looked just like a doll!

Garcia had a little secret unknown to other angels: he loved cute things. But there weren’t many such things in the City of Light; at most, some flowers and plants could be called cute. So he had always hidden it well. But yesterday, upon seeing the Demon King’s son, he discovered the other was not only unlike the terrifying figure the Archangel described but also extremely cute.

That round face, those big round eyes besides which other features were tiny, plus the small crown and imposing little clothes—every point hit Garcia’s preferences perfectly. Last night, he tossed and turned all night, determined to become friends with the Demon King’s son so he could see him every day, maybe even hug him and pinch his cheeks! Just thinking about such a life felt wonderful.

But he hadn’t expected the Demon King’s son in the pale yellow dragon outfit today to be doubly cute! Garcia had never experienced such stimulation before. Not only did his pupils contract, but he almost fell off his chair, thankfully steadied by Bevis behind him.

Bevis frowned at Garcia, noticed his flushed cheeks as he stared at the Demon King’s son, his heart beating fast, eyes glazed over. He immediately sensed something was wrong.

Could the Demon King’s son have used some strange trick on Garcia?

He was indifferent to cute things. Even seeing with his own eyes that the Demon King’s son was a tiny little demon, he hadn’t let down his guard. Appearance meant nothing; even if the Prince was young, it didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous. After all, he was a demon.

“H-h-hello,” Garcia didn’t dare look at the little demon, feeling his earlier behavior was improper and perhaps this cute cub already had a bad impression of him.

The other angels paid no attention to Garcia’s small episode, merely nodding reservedly towards Hilaire.

“Where do I sit?” Hilaire had only had one-on-one lessons before, so this was his first time attending class with so many angels.

He looked around with keen interest.

There were many seats in the classroom, but few angels, leaving many empty spots.

Garcia quickly pointed to the seat next to him, then frantically signaled Lucifer with his eyes.

“You can sit anywhere. However, Teacher Edena is strict. If you sit in the front and make any small movements, you’ll easily be discovered and scolded. Too far back, you might not see the blackboard. The middle is better. The seat by the window is also less likely to be noticed.”

Lucifer ignored Garcia’s signals, seriously offering Hilaire advice.

“Okay!” Hilaire thought that sounded good too, trotting deng deng deng towards the middle seat by the window.

Only when he got closer did he realize the desk and chair here were very high. After all, angels were tall, and to ensure proper posture, the desks and chairs were made slightly higher than normal.

The little demon was already used to this kind of thing. He placed both hands on the chair seat, then stood on one tiptoe, using the other foot to climb up. The little dragon wings attached to his back flapped vigorously.

“Heeyah!” The little demon shouted, encouraging himself as he climbed onto the chair.

So cute! How can even climbing a chair be so cute!

Garcia thought excitedly, then quickly started gathering his books, preparing to sit next to the Demon King’s son.

Just as he stood up, Lucifer sat down in the spot he had chosen.

Garcia: “…”

No seat next to him… then sitting behind is fine too!

That way, just by looking up, he could always see the little demon’s back! This spot was great too!

Bevis stared at his two friends—one sitting next to the Demon King’s son, the other sitting behind.

He understood!

This was to surround and monitor the Demon King’s son from three sides! If the other made any strange moves, they could encircle and attack him!

Bevis, thinking he had achieved enlightenment, quickly gathered his things and sat down in the seat in front of the Demon King’s son.

Lucifer looked at Bevis’s tall figure blocking the little demon like a wall. Doesn’t he realize sitting there obstructs the little demon’s view?

But then again, looking at the little demon sitting properly in his chair, yet unable to fully see over the desktop, only able to reveal his eyes even when straining his head upwards… it seemed whether there was an obstruction in front or not made no difference; he couldn’t see anyway.

Oh well, sitting like this is fine too.

He didn’t think the angels’ lessons would be of any help to the little demon anyway; listening or not didn’t matter.

Class started. Edena walked into the classroom punctually. Almost the instant she entered, the atmosphere in the entire classroom changed.

The angels, who had been somewhat leisurely before, all sat up straight, looking seriously towards Edena.

Edena stood at the podium. The angels below were all her star pupils, outstanding in every aspect. She nodded with satisfaction, but suddenly frowned, scanning the classroom, realizing the Demon King’s son wasn’t among them.

Skipping class on the very first day? Was this an intimidation tactic directed at her?

Edena felt displeased. After all, her lessons were mainly prepared for the Demon King’s son. If he wasn’t present, then these lessons were completely unnecessary. The angels present had already graduated long ago and had no need to learn these things again.

“It seems,” Edena sneered, “that Demon King’s son does not enjoy attending classes. Since he is recuperating and residing in the City of Light, he should abide by the rules here. We painstakingly created a schedule for him, yet the other party shows no appreciation. What, does he require me to personally invite him?”

Angels: “…”

They all turned their heads in unison towards the little demon sitting by the window. He was straining his head upwards, waving his hand, trying to indicate his presence.

If Bevis weren’t sitting in front of him, perhaps the little demon could have been seen with some effort. But Bevis’s tall body and folded wings completely blocked him from view.

Suddenly feeling the little fellow was somewhat pitiful… But Bevis too, the Demon King’s son is so small, why sit right in front of him? Deliberate provocation?

Bevis, condemned by the gazes of the other angels, was completely unaware it was his fault, still listening attentively to Teacher Edena speak.

Garcia felt anxious. He was quite afraid of the strict Teacher Edena, so seeing her displeasure at not finding the Demon King’s son, he immediately wanted to help the little demon out. “Teacher, he’s here!”

“I’m here!” Hilaire, having tried waving fruitlessly for a long time, also shouted loudly, reminding her of his existence.

What? Where?

Edena still couldn’t see where the Demon King’s son was. But all the angels were looking towards the same spot, and Garcia kept pointing directly in front of him, towards the corner blocked by Bevis. Edena put down her book and walked down from the podium.

And then she saw the little fellow nestled in the chair.

Gazing at the tiny creature before her, Edena, usually stern and calm, felt like she was hallucinating.

“What is this?”

Truly worthy of being born in the same batch as the Archangel; so similar in certain aspects, even their reactions are almost the same.

Lucifer smiled kindly and explained, “Teacher Edena, this is the Demon King’s son.”

“But… but shouldn’t the Demon King’s son be a cruel adult demon?” Edena couldn’t understand. She carefully examined the creature before her, then turned her head back towards Lucifer. “Don’t tell me you few are deliberately playing a trick on me.”

Lucifer looked sensible and proper, yet had a rebellious streak, especially when it came to irritating her and the Archangel—he was self-taught, always managing to infuriate them.

And Bevis, seemingly calm and composed, tended to overthink things; often, with just a few words of instigation from Lucifer, he would foolishly follow him into doing bad things.

Garcia was even more timid and indecisive. Although these three angels were outstandingly powerful, when together, they often caused trouble.

So Edena assumed this was another one of Lucifer’s pranks—bringing some creature’s cub and pretending it was the Demon King’s son to deceive her.

Hilaire realized his identity was being doubted and immediately defended himself. “The Demon King is my Papa! I am Hilaire!”

Edena frowned at Hilaire. “I have heard of the Demon King’s son’s reputation. It is said he is extremely fierce and cruel, his figure imposing and tall. Absolutely not a cub like you.”

The little demon knew these rumors himself; everyone always said he would grow up to be like that, but no one had ever questioned him face-to-face. The little demon didn’t know how to prove himself; after all, the rumors seemed completely unrelated to his current self.

He could only say tearfully, “Later… I will be very cruel… very sturdy!”

Edena looked at the teary-eyed cub, sighed, and half-knelt before him. “Where did you come from, little cub? Did you sneak in with the demons’ procession yesterday? I’ll send you back.”

“I… I am the Demon King’s son! I am! Really!” The little demon was about to cry.

Lucifer: “Teacher Edena, we all went to welcome the Demon King’s son yesterday. He truly is him. If you think I am deceiving you, you can ask the other angels, or ask the Archangel. He wouldn’t possibly help me deceive you, right?”

The other angels also spoke up one after another, vouching for the little fellow.

Edena finally believed it. But looking at the little fellow before her, not even as tall as the desk…

This is the Demon King’s son?

Has Gabriel finally gone senile?

Actually describing such a tiny cub as that terrifying demon!

Where exactly was he terrifying?

He clearly looked small and weak!

“Bevis, you move to the back! Didn’t you think sitting here would obstruct the view?” Edena said sternly.

Bevis didn’t dare argue with the teacher and immediately gathered his things and moved to the back.

Although unclear why the Demon King’s son was so small, the lessons she had prepared long ago couldn’t be changed; they still had to proceed.

Edena felt she had already wasted a lot of time, so she walked resolutely to the podium, picked up a thick book, and placed it on Hilaire’s desk.

“Your Highness, this is your book. Starting today, we will study the contents of this book.” Knowing the Demon King’s son was a cub, Edena’s tone softened involuntarily, but her usual stern demeanor made her still seem quite strict.

Hilaire strained to reach the book and pull it down onto his lap. He found this book was also very thick, only slightly thinner than the “Ten Thousand Years of Demon Realm History” book. Flipping it open, hmm… couldn’t understand it.

“Alright, everyone please turn to the first page. Prince Hilaire, could you please read the first paragraph on the first page?”

Hilaire was about to stand up, realized his feet were still dangling far from the ground, so he arduously placed the book back on the desk and turned to climb down.

“You may remain seated. Reading while seated is fine.” Edena felt she was about to lose her temper. How was she supposed to awe such a cub into submission? She’d be lucky not to scare him into tears!

She turned her head towards Lucifer. “Lucifer, find a set of desk and chair suitable for Prince Hilaire’s height later.”

Lucifer remembered the little demon’s own luggage seemed to contain some, so he nodded. “Okay.”

Hilaire sat back down, placed the book on his lap, opened it to the first page, and then fell silent.

After waiting quite a while, Edena frowned. “Your Highness, why aren’t you reading?”

The little demon tilted his head up, straining to peek over the desktop towards Edena, and said innocently, “I don’t know how to read.”

Edena: …

Alright then.

Actually have to start by teaching literacy.

All the lessons prepared for this period were wasted.