Because Hilaire couldn’t read and lacked a suitable desk and chair, Edena could only recount the history of the Celestial Realm to the little demon for this lesson.

However, the history of the angel race was actually quite simple. Apart from some major events occurring after interaction with the Demon Realm began over a thousand years ago, before that, they had lived peacefully, with almost nothing worth mentioning.

So, the main content Edena narrated involved how many Archangels the Celestial Realm had gone through, what each was called, what they accomplished, and what laws they enacted, what impact they brought to the Celestial Realm, etc.

This dry content made Hilaire extremely sleepy. He struggled to keep his eyes open; the material was even more terrifyingly sleep-inducing than Lance’s hypnosis. Not only could he not understand it, but the more he listened, the sleepier he got. Finally unable to resist, he curled up in his chair and fell asleep.

Edena was deeply engrossed in her lecture, passionately speaking for a long time before noticing the little demon had fallen asleep. Usually, if any angel dared to sleep in her class, Edena would definitely punish them.

But now, the one asleep was a cub. She hesitated for a moment, then decided to wake him up anyway; after all, sleeping during class was truly disrespectful to the instructor.

“Is that wise, Teacher?” Lucifer suddenly asked.

“What?”

“Waking him up… what if he cries? We won’t be able to comfort him,” Lucifer smiled faintly. “Besides, lecturing a cub on these topics, do you think he can understand?”

Edena frowned at Lucifer. She had been a teacher in the Celestial Realm for thousands of years; which angel in the City of Light hadn’t she taught? She had always lectured this way. This content was just basic stuff; how could it be incomprehensible?

“It seems Teacher doesn’t understand my meaning. The angel race possesses inherited memories upon birth; writing, knowledge, and laws are already imprinted in their minds. Therefore, they can fully understand your lessons. But demon cubs are like blank slates after birth; all knowledge must be taught bit by bit from the very basics. You neither understand his current knowledge reserve nor know which stage he previously reached. Continuing to lecture like this might quickly make the little demon develop an aversion to learning.”

Garcia frantically signaled Lucifer with his eyes.

Stop talking! The teacher’s face is already turning dark!

Lucifer too… usually so quiet in front of them, but when facing the Archangel or Teacher Edena, his tongue became venomous, always managing to infuriate them.

Garcia felt terrified every time he watched.

Edena’s expression indeed wasn’t good.

Was he saying there was a problem with her teaching method?

“Alright, it seems you don’t think so.”

Lucifer’s smile remained unchanged as he turned sideways and poked Hilaire’s chubby little cheek.

Garcia, behind them, watched with burning envy.

That little cheek looks so soft! He wanted to poke it too! How could Lucifer make the first move? Didn’t he just say they couldn’t comfort the cub if he cried?

Hilaire was poked awake. Realizing everyone was looking at him, the little demon apologized embarrassedly, “Sorry, I fell asleep.”

“It’s alright.” Lucifer smiled gently. “Your Highness, what did you think of Teacher Edena’s lecture just now?”

“Great!” Hilaire gave a very supportive thumbs-up.

Edena’s expression softened considerably.

“Then, do you remember the content?”

What was taught? It was about… about… what was it again?

Hilaire’s gaze darted around; he looked down and fiddled with his fingers, whispering, “I don’t remember. I didn’t understand.”

The little demon felt sheepish. Everyone else seemed to understand; only he didn’t.

Edena felt weary. “…Forget it. Class dismissed for today. Starting tomorrow, we’ll learn literacy first. As for the rest… we’ll discuss it later.”

They were originally supposed to have class all morning, but because Teacher Edena suffered a blow, class ended early. The content she thought was simple, the other party couldn’t understand. It seemed she really needed to rethink how to teach a cub.

Hilaire watched the teacher’s departing back, puzzled. “What’s wrong with her?”

“Nothing much. Probably just that her previous teaching went too smoothly, so now she can’t accept encountering a small setback,” Lucifer said, retracting his gaze. “There’s nothing else scheduled. What do you want to do?”

Hilaire paid no mind to the teacher’s matter and immediately shouted, “I want to go see Lance and the others!”

Lucifer: “Alright. This afternoon is flower planting class. Didn’t you say yesterday you raised a flower and it’s with the Shadow Demon? It just so happens you can retrieve it; it’ll be useful this afternoon.”

Garcia watched the little demon preparing to leave and immediately asked, “Can I go with you?”

He wanted to stay with the cute cub all the time.

Lucifer glanced at him, then looked back towards Bevis sitting in the last row, pondering for a moment. “Bevis, you come along too. You two can go with us to the demons’ place.”

Bevis immediately understood Lucifer’s meaning. The demons’ location was indeed dangerous; having more angels go along meant they wouldn’t be at a disadvantage if a fight broke out.

In the end, the three angels and the little demon walked together towards the entrance of the City of Light.

Outside the entrance plaza of the City of Light, tents were set up in an intricate arrangement. Several demons lay spread out on lounge chairs outside, chatting idly while sunbathing.

“First day without Baobao. Miss him.”

“Eighteenth hour without Baobao. Miss him.”

“Wonder if those angels will mistreat His Highness.”

“How exactly can we get into the City of Light? What do you guys think if I dig a hole? There shouldn’t be Light Magic underground, right?”

“Click clack.” I want to go in too.

The demons were feeling dispirited when they suddenly heard the little demon’s voice. They instantly leaped up from their lounge chairs. Seeing the small figure in the distance, the Greater Demons also ran excitedly in that direction.

Hilaire trotted towards the demons, and was immediately scooped up by Bazel, who had wings and ran the fastest. “Baobao!”

He lifted Hilaire high, then looked at the little dragon clothes he was wearing and instantly smiled. “Baobao looks so imposing wearing dragon clothes!”

Garcia, behind them: …

Imposing?

How exactly does he see imposing?

He’s clearly so cute!

Bode burst into tears. “Baobao! Did the angels bully you? Tell me, I’ll go avenge you!”

Nick looked the cub over. “Lost weight. Looks like you lost a whole circle of chubbiness.”

Garcia: …

They’ve only been separated for a day; how could he possibly lose weight?

The other demons also gathered around, asking Hilaire about his life in the City of Light.

Hilaire didn’t hold grudges; he had already forgotten the little episode with the Archangel yesterday. But there was indeed one very important matter to tell everyone.

“What? The angels don’t let you eat, only let you drink water?” Bazel immediately glared at the three angels standing nearby.

“No! The angels drink water too! They’re so pitiful, they’ve never eaten proper food!” Hilaire explained.

Baph: “It seems angels have different dietary habits from us. This point indeed wasn’t considered beforehand. Just drinking water won’t do; there’s no nutrition.”

Bode: “Exactly! Not being able to eat is just too terrible! Baobao, you’ve suffered!”

Lance also felt this problem had to be solved; they couldn’t let Baobao not eat. “How about this? We’ll cook here in the plaza, and Baobao can come over for every meal.”

Angels didn’t eat; even if asked to cook, they probably wouldn’t make anything good. Better to cook themselves; it would be more reassuring.

Constans: “Click clack.” His Highness eats eight meals; coming over every time wastes time.

Previously in the Demon King’s Palace, demons would bring food to Hilaire at mealtimes. But they couldn’t enter the City of Light; Hilaire had to come out himself. Coming back and forth eight times a day was indeed too time-consuming.

Nick snorted. “Did you forget? I gave Baobao a storage pouch! How about this: we cook enough for eight meals at once each day. Baobao just needs to come once and take it all back!”

The demons were decisive. As they spoke, they already started setting up a stove. Nick had already brought many prepared ingredients; after all, they would be staying here for some time and needed to prepare their own rations too.

The three angels stood aside, separated from the demons. They didn’t try to join in either, just stood there watching the cub chat with the demons, feeling completely unable to get a word in.

Hilaire remembered he had another reason for coming here. “Nick, is my flower here?”

“You mean the one brought from the Demon King’s Palace Garden?” asked Nick, who was currently retrieving a demonic beast carcass.

“Mm! We have flower planting class; I want to show everyone my flower!” Hilaire stretched out spread-eagled on a lounge chair, basking in the sun.

Nick searched in his shadow and took out a flowerpot. The pot was about a meter in diameter. Inside, a thick green stem grew, topped by a fiery red flower with layers upon layers of petals, extremely vibrant.

The flowers in the Celestial Realm were all pale and elegant; such brightly colored flowers were rare. This pot of flowers was indeed stunning at first glance.

The three angels all looked towards the flowerpot.

Hilaire said, somewhat smugly, “I planted this!”

Although he was only responsible for daily watering, he had indeed put in effort.

Nick carried the flowerpot and placed it in front of the three angels. The heavy thud indicated the pot was quite heavy.

No joke, the flowerpot is this heavy; he couldn’t possibly let Baobao carry it, right? The little fellow isn’t even as tall as this flowerpot!

Lance timely added, “Then we’ll trouble you to take it inside. After all, we demons cannot enter the City of Light.”

“Okay,” Lucifer nodded, then looked towards the two angels beside him. “Bevis, Garcia, I’ll trouble you to take this to the academy first. After all, I still need to accompany Prince Hilaire.”

Garcia felt something wasn’t right.

He came to see the cute cub! Why did he suddenly have to do manual labor? He didn’t want to go! He could accompany the cub too!

Hilaire looked towards the two angels. “Thank you!”

Garcia, about to refuse: “You’re welcome! Leave it to us!”

His brain muddled by cuteness, he only realized after speaking that he had actually agreed. In the end, he could only carry the flowerpot with a bewildered Bevis and leave.

Bevis: Weren’t we supposed to monitor these demons? Why did we suddenly start moving flowerpots?

After the two angels left carrying the flowerpot, Lucifer remained standing there, smiling faintly. Even though no demon spoke to him, he didn’t show the slightest awkwardness or unnatural expression.

Lance disliked this silver-haired angel. Partly, of course, because this silver-haired angel was better looking than him. More importantly, he always felt this angel gave off an enigmatic vibe.

He walked over to Hilaire’s side and whispered secretly, “Baobao, did that silver-haired angel bully you?”

“No! He’s very nice!” Hilaire was half a little succubus; the other’s appearance completely hit his aesthetic preferences. Plus, Lucifer had a good personality, accompanying him in everything he did. He liked him very much!

Lance pondered. Perhaps it really was his misperception. After all, angels’ personalities were mostly similar; as long as their principles weren’t violated, they could tolerate anything.

Bode overheard their conversation and also shuffled over, whispering secretly, “Baobao, let me tell you, when dealing with angels, you must learn to push your luck (give an inch, take a mile).”

Hilaire tilted his head. “What is ‘push luck’?”

“It means you can ask them for anything you want! Angels are very easy-going. As long as you don’t cross their bottom line, they’ll agree,” Bode said with a mischievous grin.

The little demon nodded, half-understanding.

Soon, the meal was ready. This meal was cooked by Baph; after all, as the steward of the Demon King’s Palace, he had learned many skills, cooking being one of them.

A white tablecloth covered the round table, upon which lay dishes made from various ingredients. These foods were served in exquisite tableware, looking, smelling, and tasting delicious.

Baph held a copper basin for the little demon to wash his hands. After washing, the little demon looked at the table full of food. “Looks yummy! Let’s eat together!”

Nick took out several stools, then suddenly looked towards the angel standing nearby, asking hesitantly, “Are you eating?”

Don’t angels just drink water? They probably don’t eat this stuff, right?

“Thank you.” Lucifer walked over naturally and sat down on a stool.

Nick: …

Alright then.

He could only take out another stool.

Speaking of which, do angels actually eat this stuff too?

After finishing the meal, Hilaire packed enough food for the whole day into his storage pouch, then went back with Lucifer.

Bode watched the little demon’s departing back and started crying dramatically again. “Baobao! I’ll miss you!”

Constans watched the Little Prince’s figure, then suddenly started walking forward.

“Hey hey! What are you doing?! Don’t you want your life?!”

Unlike Bazel yesterday, Constans had better relations with the others. Everyone called out to stop him, but the skeleton still walked into the magic array. Only when his body started smoking did he retreat.

He touched the black ash on his body with a finger bone; beneath the ash was white bone. Constans realized his adaptability to the Light Magic array was getting stronger. He should be able to go in and find His Highness after some time…

Hilaire and Lucifer walked towards the school. The little demon thought about the “push your luck” advice Bode had imparted and decided to try it out on Lucifer.

“Lucifer.”

“Mm?”

“Can I call you Xiao Lu?”

“No.”

“Then Lu Lu?”

“Please use my full name.”

Hilaire: “…Okay.”

Weren’t angels supposed to be easy-going? Why wasn’t Lucifer like that?

Hilaire’s first attempt at “pushing his luck” ended in failure.

The afternoon flower planting class was taught by the Archangel. He had rested all day and finally recovered his spirits.

Because he was extremely proficient in plant cultivation, courses like flower planting and tea appreciation were his responsibility to teach.

Originally, they were supposed to start by planting seeds, but unexpectedly, the Demon King’s son had already learned to plant flowers back in the Demon Realm.

Moreover, the flower he brought was indeed very beautiful, a species the Archangel had never seen before.

Thus, this class turned into an appreciation session, dedicated to admiring the flower brought by the Demon King’s son and introducing various flowers of the Celestial Realm to him.

Hilaire stood before the flowerpot, puffing out his little belly proudly. “This is the flower I planted!”

The Archangel smiled and nodded. He felt planting flowers cultivated character; the Demon King’s son liking to plant flowers indicated his disposition wasn’t bad.

“Prince Hilaire, this must be a flower unique to the Demon Realm, right? What species is it? What’s its name?”

Little demon: “This is a Demon-Eating Flower.”

Oh, so it’s called a Demon-Eating Flower.

Wait, Demon-Eating Flower?

The Archangel suddenly felt something wasn’t right. Why was it called Demon-Eating Flower? The name sounded somewhat…

Just as he pondered this, the flower behind the little demon suddenly moved. It slowly bent its stem, and the mouth hidden deep within the layers upon layers of petals, full of sharp teeth, opened wide.

Then, with the speed of lightning that left no time to cover one’s ears, it swallowed the little demon whole in one bite.

Archangel: !!!