A Guide to Raising a Demon Cub
A Guide to Raising a Demon Cub Chapter 32

Lucifer stated calmly, “Looks like war is coming again.”

The Archangel’s vision went black; he almost couldn’t catch his breath. “Quick! Save him!”

Before the other angels could rush up to save the little demon, the Demon-Eating Flower retched, and with a plop, spat the little demon out.

“I’m out!” Hilaire looked completely unharmed, even waving happily at everyone.

The Archangel felt mentally exhausted. “…Pri-Prince Hilaire, please refrain from such dangerous actions! And what exactly is the deal with this Demon-Eating Flower? Does it eat living things?”

This was too dangerous!

“It’s fine! It doesn’t eat demons; they’re too big, it can’t swallow them!”

Hilaire didn’t think there was any problem. The Demon Realm had many strange plants; this type of Demon-Eating Flower was considered quite normal.

Although its main diet was indeed meat, this flower could only eat food smaller than itself; anything too large would easily be vomited out.

Therefore, it wasn’t considered a threat to large demonic beasts or demons. And because the flowers were indeed very beautiful, they were planted extensively in the Demon King’s Palace.

“So, it eats smaller things?”

Even so, it’s dangerous.

The Archangel’s gaze towards this plant shifted from initial appreciation to vigilance.

“Mm!” In the Demon King’s Palace, this plant either ate chopped meat chunks or caught mosquitoes and insects itself. It was indeed a useful and beautiful flower.

The Archangel took a deep breath. “Prince Hilaire, I’m afraid this pot of yours cannot be kept in the Celestial Realm. After all, we don’t have meat here to feed it.”

Hilaire paused. “You don’t have mosquitoes?”

“No.”

“Then bugs are fine too.”

“Bugs… well, we do have those,” the Archangel answered hesitantly.

The temperature and humidity in the Celestial Realm were very suitable, and coupled with the abundance of flowers and plants, insects did occasionally appear on them.

“Then just feed it bugs! It’s very easy to keep alive.” This was the first flower Hilaire had managed to keep alive until now; bringing it to the Celestial Realm indicated it held a certain significance in the little demon’s heart.

“But this flower is indeed dangerous. I think it’s better to take it back to the Demon Realm to raise.”

“Please,” the little demon looked innocently at the Archangel with his puppy-dog eyes. “I’ll feed it.”

As if a shower of sparkling little stars erupted from the cub’s eyes, striking the Archangel directly. Dizzy from the impact, the Archangel’s resolve didn’t last long before he compromised. “Fine, alright. But if any problems arise with this plant, it must be sent back immediately.”

“Okay!” Hilaire immediately cheered up.

Because the plant had stayed in Nick’s shadow for a day and a night, it was already very hungry. The Archangel gathered some insects from other flowers and plants, preparing to feed the Demon-Eating Flower.

“Let me feed it! Let me feed it!” Hilaire jumped, wanting to take the plate of caterpillars from the Archangel’s hand, but the Archangel coldly refused. He really didn’t want to witness that scene again; his heart couldn’t take it.

However, when he placed the insects in front of the Demon-Eating Flower, the flower remained motionless, pretending to be a real flower.

Well, it was a flower.

“It won’t eat! Because everyone is tall, it’s scared,” Hilaire explained.

The Demon-Eating Flowers planted in the Demon King’s Palace were all fed by smaller-sized demons, and Hilaire happened to fall within this category, making him perfectly suited to raising this type of flower.

But if faced with larger creatures, the flower would perceive them as threats and thus remain motionless to conceal itself.

The Archangel could only hand the plate to the little demon. Watching him approach the Demon-Eating Flower, he called out worriedly, “Be careful! Retreat immediately if there’s any danger!”

“Okay~, I know.” Hilaire looked down at the caterpillars on the plate.

So small!

Insects in the Demon Realm were as long as an arm each! Insects in the Celestial Realm weren’t even as thick as his finger.

The little demon reached out a finger, wanting to poke a caterpillar, but then noticed a shadow falling over his head.

He looked up, and was promptly swallowed whole by the Demon-Eating Flower.

The Archangel closed his eyes tightly. Having experienced it once, he wouldn’t be surprised this time. He waited for the Demon-Eating Flower to spit the little demon out, but after waiting quite a while, nothing happened. Instead, the flower clamped its mouth firmly shut, then made a swallowing motion.

Gulp.

Lucifer mused, “Was he digested?”

Archangel: Will you PLEASE shut up!!!

The Archangel and other angels rushed forward, wanting to rescue the Demon King’s son. The moment they reached it, the Demon-Eating Flower finally spat the little demon out.

“I’m out again!” The little demon acted as if nothing had happened, his calm expression forming a stark contrast with the mentally exhausted Archangel.

“Prince Hilaire, what happened this time?”

Hilaire blinked. “I forgot to mention, sometimes Flower doesn’t want to spit me out; you have to tickle it.”

Still needs tickling? The Archangel looked utterly baffled. Tickle where?

“Tickle its throat!” Hilaire seemed accustomed to this, explaining the characteristics of the Demon-Eating Flower to the present angels. If accidentally swallowed, tickling its throat would make it spit out even small creatures.

At this point, Lucifer noticed only the little demon had been spat out. “Have the bugs been eaten already? But the plate doesn’t seem to have come out either.”

The little demon looked at his empty hands, concealed them behind his back as if hiding something, then blinked at the Archangel and said sheepishly, “The plate seems to have been eaten.”

The Archangel no longer knew what expression to make. “The Demon-Eating Flower cannot be raised in the Celestial Realm.”

The Archangel’s attitude was extremely firm. Even when Hilaire hugged his leg and pleaded pitifully, he refused to let this dangerous plant remain in the Celestial Realm.

The little demon clung to the Archangel’s leg; the Archangel couldn’t even leave, dragging the chubby little pendant along.

“Wuwuwu, please, don’t send it away,” the little demon fake-cried.

“Prince Hilaire, this plant eats meat. It poses a threat not only to you but also to the angels. I must eliminate this hidden danger beforehand. I hope you can understand,” the Archangel said helplessly, looking down at the little demon practically sprawled on the ground hugging his leg.

“Then… okay then… can it stay for a few days?” The little demon looked at him pitifully.

Nick was returning to the Demon Realm in a few days to procure ingredients; he could take the flowerpot back then. Demon-Eating Flowers didn’t eat much but needed daily feeding; without food, they would quickly wither and die.

Upon learning this, the Archangel finally agreed. Just a few days, surely no problems would arise?

Class was supposed to last all afternoon, but the Archangel was too mentally drained, so they were dismissed early again.

Lucifer took the little demon back to bathe. Although the other repeatedly insisted the Demon-Eating Flower wasn’t dirty, that its saliva even carried a fragrance and was a raw material for certain perfumes, Lucifer still felt washing up was better.

The City of Light had a dedicated bathing area – a lake filled with rising mist and clouds. Hilaire packed his washing supplies in his storage pouch and followed Lucifer to the lake.

It wasn’t yet time for the afternoon meal, and many angels were busy, so only they were present now.

Lucifer didn’t seem intent on bathing together. He flew up onto a tree by the lakeside and sat there waiting.

It was Hilaire’s first time seeing such a place. He took off his clothes and jumped naked into the lake. The lake was filled entirely with misty clouds, not only soft to the touch but also spraying lots of water like a showerhead when pressed firmly.

The chubby little demon leaped from one cloud to another, sometimes lying his stomach on them, sometimes jumping hard, having a great time.

After jumping into the lake, the little demon was enveloped by the mist and clouds, almost invisible, only his cheerful giggles could be heard.

After playing for nearly two hours, too tired to jump anymore, he finally climbed out of the lake, not having had enough fun. By this time, he had already changed his clothes, his hair wiped semi-dry.

“Seems you haven’t washed clean yet,” Lucifer remarked, feeling he could still smell the Demon-Eating Flower’s saliva. “Want to wash a bit longer?”

“I can’t wash anymore!” Hilaire shook his head. “That’s fragrance! Not because I’m not clean!”

The saliva of Demon-Eating Flowers was commonly used to make perfume; its long-lasting scent was one of its characteristics.

Afterward, he escorted the little demon back to his residence. As he prepared to leave, seeing the little demon’s teary eyes, Lucifer smiled gently. “Prince Hilaire, I should also return to my own residence to rest. Besides, you are not alone here; your pets are outside.”

The three Hellhounds had woken up and were now foolishly pressing against the window, peering into the room.

“But… but who will tell me a story?” Hilaire wanted him to stay.

“I don’t tell stories. However, you could tell stories to those three Hellhounds. It would also exercise your language skills.”

“But I’m scared.”

“It’s alright. There is nothing in the Celestial Realm that can threaten you. Besides, I live right over there,” Lucifer pointed towards a small house not far away.

Seeing they lived so close, Hilaire finally agreed.

After Lucifer left, the three Hellhounds immediately rushed into the house. They had slept for a day and a night before waking up.

Upon waking, they found themselves in an unfamiliar place, but Hilaire was here too, which instantly reassured the three Hellhounds. They sniffed around the strange house.

When Hilaire lay down on the large bed, the three Hellhounds, seeing no other demons around, grew much bolder. All three leaped onto the bed.

Originally, with only the little demon sleeping on it, the bed looked ridiculously large. But after three Hellhounds, each over two meters long, got on, the bed’s dimensions suddenly seemed much more reasonable.

Even though there was plenty of other space, the three fat, large Hellhounds insisted on squeezing together, and Hilaire ended up squished right in the middle.

Nearly deformed from the squeezing, the little demon felt utterly helpless, shouting for them to get down. The Hellhounds clearly understood but played dumb, pretending to be asleep. With the Greater Demons they usually feared absent, they naturally wouldn’t obey.

Hilaire struggled to climb out from the fluffiness, then slept in the farthest corner. A short while later, the three Hellhounds squeezed over again. The little demon, pressed against the wall, was almost flattened.

Lucifer, having tidied up and preparing to sleep, heard a knock on the door. Opening it, he found Hilaire, hugging a pillow and a small quilt.

“I have nowhere else to go. Can I sleep here?” The little demon, clad in pajamas, looked up at him pitifully.

“Nowhere else to go?” Lucifer was puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Upon learning the Demon Prince’s large bed had been occupied by three ball-shaped Hellhounds, Lucifer looked helplessly at the stubby little demon, finally letting him in.

Lucifer’s residence was also a two-story cottage, but not as large as Hilaire’s, appearing quite minimalist inside.

Because he usually lived alone, there were no guest rooms or anything. Hilaire could only stay in his room.

The little demon, sleeping on the bed, thoughtfully moved aside to make space, but Lucifer still refused. “I’ll go check on your place, help you tidy up a bit.”

“Oh.” The little demon nodded.

But what needed tidying? Cleaning?

Lucifer left. Hilaire had also had a busy day, so he soon fell fast asleep. When he woke up again, dawn had already broken.

“Awake? Go back to your residence to wash up and get dressed. It’ll be time for class soon.” Lucifer sat reading on the balcony.

His balcony had a chair and a small round table, upon which even sat a pot of blooming pale purple flowers.

Hilaire groggily returned to his residence, only to find the bedsheets on the large bed had been changed to new ones, while the three Hellhounds waited pitifully outside.

There was a shed outside; the angels hadn’t finished building the Hellhounds’ proper dwelling yet, so it looked quite rudimentary.

While the little demon washed up, got dressed, and ate, the three Hellhounds pressed against the window, looking inside longingly, but never came in.

Observing the Hellhounds’ unusually well-behaved manner, Hilaire asked puzzledly, “What’s wrong with them?”

“Perhaps they’re hungry. I’ve already told the other angels to take these Hellhounds to the demons later for feeding,” Lucifer smiled gently.

“Oh, okay.” Hilaire didn’t think much of it.

After all, back in the Demon King’s Palace, the three Hellhounds didn’t dare enter the bedchamber either. A light glance from Eris was enough to make the three Hellhounds instantly behave.

As they left, Lucifer also turned back and smiled gently at the three Hellhounds preparing to follow.

The three two-meter-long Hellhounds immediately darted into the shed, lying down obediently inside, not daring to move recklessly.

In the morning, Edena planned to teach the Demon King’s son literacy. She had prepared lessons all night. Although Lucifer’s words weren’t pleasant, they did hold some truth. So Edena had gone to the Greater Demons at the plaza yesterday to inquire about the little demon’s learning progress.

Only upon asking did she realize these demons merely took the little demon around to play, occasionally lecturing on how to be a qualified demon. Only the black goat demon had taught some Demon Realm history.

Reading and writing? Completely untaught.

So, the Demon King’s son’s learning progress was zero.

Having never encountered such a student before, Edena instantly felt the pressure. She spent all last night preparing lessons, determined to start properly teaching the Demon King’s son today.

When she entered the classroom full of confidence, she found the Demon King’s son was actually sitting in a very conspicuous spot today.

First row of the classroom. The Demon King’s son sat in a luxurious chair. The dark red backrest was wide, inlaid with colored gemstones.

The Demon King’s son nestled deep inside the seat, his two feet just level with the cushion’s edge. A tabletop rested on the chair’s armrests, perfectly positioned for his hands.

Although suitable, the chair was excessively conspicuous, completely clashing with the classroom’s overall style.

Edena looked towards Lucifer.

He wore the same breezy, smiling expression, seemingly having anticipated her thoughts. “Teacher, I have already prepared a desk and chair suitable for the Demon King’s son as per your instructions.”

This chair was brought by the little demon himself; it fit him perfectly. Lucifer had removed a desk plank and fixed it onto the chair, making it just right for the little demon to write on too.

Alright, although conspicuous, if it works, it works.

Edena decided to ignore the luxurious chair and focus on teaching.

“Today, we will mainly learn some simple characters.”

One hour later, Hilaire’s chubby little hand struggled to grip a pen, scrawling crookedly on the paper. This was his first time writing these things.

Although the languages and scripts of the Demon Realm and Celestial Realm were identical, each character was a complex, ornate, fancy script, exceedingly difficult for a mere one-thousand and three-year-old little demon.

Every time Edena glanced at the characters on the paper, she had to psych herself up. Those characters were simply indescribable. Perfectly good characters were completely dismantled, one stroke left, one stroke right; some were lying down; others tall and thin, short and fat; some even looked like they were about to fly away.

What the little demon wrote looked entirely unrelated to the characters she had originally taught.

Angels had inherited memories, so writing and knowledge were already in their minds; Edena only needed to teach the rules and laws of the City of Light.

But the little demon knew nothing, like a university professor suddenly starting to teach kindergarten students. The gap was simply worlds apart.

“Prince Hilaire, we just learned ten characters. Next, please write these ten characters from memory,” Edena continuously consoled herself.

After all, he’s just starting to learn writing; writing poorly is normal. As long as he remembers and practices more, it’ll be fine.

The little demon, holding the pen, stared blankly at the white paper, his brain completely turned to mush.

Speaking of which, what did he learn just now?

Why can’t he remember at all?

After quite a while, the little demon looked up, pitifully towards the teacher, whispering, “I can’t write them. I forgot.”

Edena endured. “Write down the ones you remember first. We’ll review the rest later.”

The little demon blinked, smiled ingratiatingly at Edena, but still didn’t move.

Edena: “…”

So… he didn’t remember a single one? Then what exactly was she doing for the past hour?

Today’s class ended early again due to Teacher Edena suffering another blow.

Watching the teacher stumble away, leaning against the wall, Hilaire asked guiltily, “Did I make the teacher leave because I’m too stupid?”

Lucifer: “Or perhaps Teacher’s resilience is too poor. It’s fine; she’ll get used to it after a while.”

Hilaire felt comforted, asking expectantly, “After a while, I’ll know how to write?”

Lucifer smiled. “No. After a while, the teacher will get used to it.”

Hilaire: …

Wuwu~

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