In the end, almost everyone lost hope.
But he was so young, he hadn't even had a chance to properly see the world.
Even demons and humans who only met the cubs once could not accept it, let alone Nosius and his people who raised the cubs until they hatched.
Nosius seemed to finally grasp the concept of such a small creature. He kept looking at Qianyuan, as if he was constantly trying to understand how fragile the little guy was, that he could lose his life even in the blink of an eye.
How could such a tiny body survive?
Nosius didn't find the cub's every move or babbling troublesome, so he didn't mind that the cub was weak and difficult to raise. He just thought about praying to the gods to see if the cub could be better off.
Perhaps the gods truly favored Qianyuan. When Nosius had the humans cast the eighteenth healing spell, the cub finally woke up slowly, its misty eyes gazing blankly at them.
Both humans and demons, who had been squeezed dry, breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, if the cub hadn't woken up soon, it wouldn't just be the cub that would die; they would all have died from overwork.
Seeing the relieved expressions on everyone's faces, the cub looked up at Nosius again.
Nosius maintained the same expression, as cold as snow that had been covered for thirty thousand years.
But this time, Nosius held the cub tightly, very tightly.
"May you not get sick, not get hurt, grow up healthy, and be free from disasters and hardships."
The cub drew closer and finally heard Nosius's whispered prayer.
It was Nosius who asked for it for him.
Nosius hoped the cubs would be alright.
So, none of this is Qianyuan's fault, right?
Qianyuan didn't want to get sick either.
The cub seemed to have suffered all kinds of grievances, and finally returned to his family and his own territory. He couldn't wait to pour out all his grievances.
"Waaaaah..."
The cub's cry seemed to release all its pain and fear. Nosius looked down at it, his heart already aching from the cub's tears.
"Don't cry, sweetie."
Nosius probably never imagined that he would one day utter such gentle words.
As Qianyuan cried, he coughed twice. His body was already weak, and he couldn't even bear excessive crying and grief. He quickly ran out of energy from crying and could only sob softly, which made Nosius feel heartbroken again.
Before Qianyuan completes the mission and obtains the maximum amount of emotional value, there will actually be no problems. The punishment is just to make him feel the memory he fears the most, but it will not kill him.
But the cub doesn't remember; he only remembers the terrifying fear and the fear of death, while everyone else is terrified by such an excessive punishment.
Without a host, it's hard to say what would happen to such a young cub...
In short, in the eyes of Nosius and his angels, the cubs are now considered highly dangerous and fragile, the kind that might be scattered by the slightest breeze.
They even wanted to take the demon healer and the human bishop with them, packing them all up and taking them to the heavens.
"No, no, you mustn't!"
Vino argued vehemently and refused to yield, leaving Nosius with no other option but to speak to the angels:
"Then I'll stay in the demon realm for now, you all go back first."
The angels hesitated for a moment, a rare occurrence. Their duty was to remain in heaven, detached from worldly affairs, but the cubs…
Forget it, the matter of the cubs is not a matter of the human world; the cubs are cubs of the heavens.
In the end, they all decided to stay.
Vino was also a little troubled by the large, dark mass of angels that had suddenly appeared in his demon territory.
How are we supposed to live now...?
Fortunately, Nosius did not intend to stay entirely with the demons; he simply stayed in the forest closest to them.
The first thing they did upon landing was to build a small house for the cubs, in accordance with the requirements for raising cubs by the demon race. The house was fully equipped with the cubs' supplies, beds, food, and toys.
But Qianyuan's punishment period had just ended, and she was completely listless, with no mood to pay attention to those things at all.
Nosius patted his head and waved the baby bottle in his hand at him.
It wasn't milk inside; it was medicine prescribed for him by the witch doctor.
Even though Qianyuan had been taking medicine for so long, he still hated bitterness. What's more, he was still a cub. When the cub first tasted the medicine, he wrinkled his face like a little dumpling, as if the medicine had punched him hard.
Then, just like before, the cub obsequiously pushed the bottle toward Nosius.
Nosius now genuinely suspected that the boy was doing it on purpose, that his only goal was to leave the awful-tasting medicine for him.
Nosius thought for a moment, and then, in front of the cubs, he dripped his own blood into the medicine.
cub: !
That's outrageous!
Nosius put the bottle back in Qianyuan's arms, and Qianyuan pinched her nose, making a smelly face.
"What's that stench? Is it the smell of medicine? Or the smell of my blood?"
"In that case, it seems I shouldn't feed you blood for the next meal."
cub: ...
For the first time, Nosius saw such a vivid and conflicted expression on the cub's face.
His actions nearly burned out the cub's CPU.
In the end, the little one, undeterred by the prospect of death, picked up the bottle and drank it down.
Then he vomited completely.
Nosius: ...
He was going to pluck all the hairs off the witch doctor's long beard.
What a bunch of quack doctors.
In the end, the witch doctor only said that the cub was too resistant to the medicine and that other methods needed to be considered; the cub could not be forced to drink the medicine.
So Nosius tucked the cub into his hair and took it out to find flavorful nectar for it.
The reason the cub was placed in the hair was that the angel's strict and well-fitting robe did not have a pocket for the cub, and the cub did not want to be separated from Nosius by a layer of clothing.
However, the cub really wanted to crawl into Nosius's face, but Nosius was unwilling. The two were at an impasse, and Nosius had no choice but to place the cub on his head.
To keep the cubs securely in place and prevent them from falling off, Nosius even tied his hair into a half-bun and wrapped the cubs inside, which would securely hold them in place.
But the vain boy didn't want Nosius to just tie his hair into a bun. His own legs were so short and his wings weren't fully grown yet, and he still had to stand on Nosius's shoulders to braid his hair. In the end, the braid was crooked and messy, but Nosius didn't care.
But the boy was very happy. He kept touching Nosius's braid the whole way, and when he encountered a bird passing by in mid-air, he would greet it and make sure it noticed Nosius's braid.
Unfortunately, he scared all the birds away.
"Waaah."
No one appreciated the braids he had braided for Nosius, and the boy was a little disappointed. After landing, Nosius finally noticed Qianyuan's mood, but he didn't know what to do, so he could only grab a large bunch of flowers for her.
The child braided the bouquet and also braided a few braids for the wild animals that passed by. No one with fur could escape Qianyuan's braiding technique.
Finally, Qianyuan managed to calm herself down.
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