Nosius is gone.

Qianyuan actually exerted all her strength to suppress her instinct to chase after him.

Victor tried to pick up the cub like Nosius did, but his hands and feet were too stiff, and his posture was extremely awkward.

He was uncomfortable holding it, and the cub was also uncomfortable. Victor's fingers were full of the cub's flesh overflowing. The cub looked like a cat with a hunched back. When Victor tried to hold it, it turned into a soft, limp liquid.

It's no different from a lump of sweet and fragrant cream.

But it's too difficult to hold, and it's hard to control the strength.

Victor was worried that if he used too much force, he might leave a mark on the little guy.

After Victor handled him like that, the little guy didn't even feel like crying anymore. Victor picked him up like he was carrying a plate of food.

cub: ...

The cubs, at such a young age, have already shouldered too many burdens.

He sighed, reached out, and took the initiative to put his arm around Victor's neck. Victor held him like that, as if he were afraid of melting him or dropping him.

Victor and Nosius have very similar auras, probably because they are both angels.

However, there are subtle differences.

Nosius always carried an indelible stench of blood and a chilling aura that could harm.

Victor, on the other hand, has a sweeter, more approachable scent, like being immersed in a honey pot.

Victor felt the cub close to him, absorbing his divine power and aura, but seeing the cub's squinted eyes and utterly satisfied expression, he also felt a sense of contentment.

With someone by their side, the cub could still receive a warm hug, which greatly reduced its anxiety. Although the angels weren't particularly mischievous, they stayed with Qianyuan all day until she fell asleep.

Angels do not sleep, nor do they need to eat. The cub is the most special one among them, but the angels are willing to follow the cub's schedule and even eat and sleep with the cub.

Once all the angels had closed their eyes, the baby bumblebee took advantage of their inattention and climbed off the bed, still flapping its wings at high speed, looking like a round bumblebee that flew very slowly but flapped its wings very vigorously.

The cubs usually nestled in Nosius's arms. They had never flown such a long distance before. After flying for a while, he got tired and stopped flapping his wings twice. When he went from half a meter off the ground to 10 centimeters off the ground, he tried his best to flap his wings again.

After flying up and down for half a day, the boy arrived at the place where Nosius had said goodbye to him that morning.

In this garden, Nosius planted a flower that could communicate with the person one desired, called the Flower in the Mirror.

The so-called conversation with the person one is thinking of is actually an illusion, an ability activated by the flower in the mirror. However, whatever the person says to the flower will be recorded by the flower. Nosius's original intention was to use it for surveillance, in case the cubs encountered any accidents while he was away.

But the cub mistook the flower for Nosius himself, believing that Nosius sometimes played hide-and-seek with him and secretly hid in the flower bud.

The boy was smug, thinking that he had secretly discovered it long ago, but just hadn't told Nosius!

Previously, the cubs would only confide in the flowers when they were extremely bored, such as complaining about why Nosius wasn't comforting them; secretly hiding two very sweet fruits in their bags to save for Nosius; or making some unintelligible cub-like wolf howls...

And Nosius would always listen, whether it was whispering or howling, he would listen to the cubs' voices tirelessly.

So now, Chiyo, who misses Nosius, will cup her face in her hands and say to the half-open flower bud in the mirror:

When are you coming back?

"I miss you a little bit, like a tiny bit of my baby's fingertip, just a tiny little bit."

"I've been very good today, so come back soon."

"Okay. Actually, I didn't think about it at all. I miss you a lot."

Upon hearing what Nosius said in the hallucination, the little one skipped away.

The next day, the little one sneaked over again while sleeping and asked the flower in the mirror:

When are you coming back?

The third day, the fourth day.

On the fifth day, the cub looked at the flower in the mirror, frowning, looking very serious.

"My wings have grown thin from flying."

"If you don't come back soon, I'll be angry."

However, the Nosius in the illusion could not give the cub the answer it wanted. The cub was so angry that it didn't care about getting dirty. It sat on the ground, hugging its short arms and whimpering softly. Its hair was all frizzy, and it looked really furious.

The angels who had been secretly observing from behind could no longer sit still, and Victor was sent forward to comfort the cub:

"Don't be angry, little one. We'll take you out to play tomorrow, okay?"

"The demon race is having a big gathering tomorrow. Let's go have fun together, but don't tell Noxus."

Let Nosius guess for himself who wasn't invited.

The cub, who always wanted to go out and play, was indeed distracted by Victor's words. He snuggled up to Victor and asked, "What's at the gathering? Can I touch it?"

Seeing the cub's dependence on him, Victor felt a long-suppressed desire finally satisfied. He smiled, revealing a sharp fang:

"Sure, I'll let my little one touch safe and harmless plush toys~"

Compared to Nosius's stern demeanor, Victor and his companions were clearly more humane. However, this was only from the perspective of the innocent children. To others, both the smiling Victor and the unsmiling Nosius were walking weapons of mass destruction.

That smiling, youthful face hides a demon tethered to a biting device.

And now, he just keeps pinching the little guy's cheeks endlessly, until Qianyuan resists and looks up:

"The meat is about to be torn off!"

Victor: "You crushed it and then gave it to me?"

"Ahhh!" Qianyuan refused and bit Victor's face back.

Viktor, sporting a row of neat, round teeth marks, smiled even more broadly.

Victor and the other angels quickly grew closer to the cub through a day of playing wildly, but when the cub went back, it didn't ask Victor to pick out a very soft-furred little rabbit for it.

Instead, he insisted on a hard and abstract clay sculpture of a puppy.

Victor felt the clay sculpture looked strangely familiar, and after looking at it for a while, he realized that the sculpture's expression was very similar to Nosius's grumpy face.

The cubs are invisible, but you can feel them by touch.

Victor: I can't laugh anymore right away.

However, he dared not secretly throw away the clay sculpture, fearing that the cub would be sad, so he could only quietly keep it safe and even put it in his pocket.

Victor found it utterly disgusting.

However, when Nosius returned and saw the cub sleeping peacefully with the angels, with the cub resting its head on Victor's arm and pinching his hair, Victor gave Nosius a provocative look.