After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 99.2

Marbas was a bit frantic – oh my Fourth Brother, how can you not understand jokes as a demon?

Never mind, explaining wouldn’t help – who could expect Fourth Brother to learn humor?

“Anyway, I’ll keep you company, alright?”

Marbas said in a tone of surrender.

Samikina nodded, His lips curving upward as He gratefully said, “Mm, thank you, Marbas.”

Still the same as always.

Marbas sighed, slowly lying down sideways on the grass again, propping up His chin and muttering, your brother was born this way, what can you do?

Shouldn’t the younger brother spoil the older brother a bit more?

****

The other side.

Lelagin’s amnesia situation indeed made the demons worried.

Continuous amnesia? The big orange touched his almost non-existent chin, thinking, “Could it be some kind of curse?”

The little short-legged cat beside him exclaimed in shock, “We- we should call Sister Buer!”

But th big orange turned his head and denied his own thoughts, doubting. “It doesn’t seem like it though.”

Cursed objects usually carried the cursers’ aura, but Lelagin’s aura was clean with nothing there, even too clean – how could he possibly be cursed?

It’s known that elves’ constitution is different from other creatures, as elves are considered the Creator’s purest creation.

What does this mean?

To use water as an analogy, They are the purest water among all waters – once there’s any contamination, it would show immediately.

Being cursed was even more obvious.

The big orange was puzzled and had to tell the situation to Amon and other demons who were doing homework in the library.

More demons meant more power, perhaps these demons would know what was going on.

But after hearing it, Amon and the others were also confused.

Beelzebub, who had experienced thousands of years of curses, said directly, “It can’t be a curse, it’s His own problem.”

Beleth: “What kind of problem of his own?”

Amon guessed. “Could it be soul damage?”

Botis crushed the pen in his hand, “That’s impossible, I remember He was with Second Brother before going to the elven territory, very safe, how could He be injured?”

Inpos pondered. “Was He injured in the Elven Ancestor’s territory?”

Botis thought it was even more impossible, “Isn’t that His hometown? How could He be injured in His hometown?”

Beleth: “I checked, Lelagin doesn’t look injured at all, it shouldn’t be an injury.”

Amon looked confused. “Then that’s strange, could it be that He did it to Himself? Threw away His own memories?”

Beelzebub found it hard to believe, “Even if concerned about purity issues, He shouldn’t have thrown away all memories, right?” Beelzebub couldn’t understand some sibling’s obsessive requirements about purity.

“It shouldn’t be a purity issue.”

Botis didn’t think so, “I don’t even care about this matter.”

Then what was the problem?

The demons fell into confusion.

****

At this moment, the kitchen in the depths of the bookstore had become the Devon Rex’s stage.

He stood on the central large table, lightly extending his paws like a conductor, precisely coordinating the pots, bowls, and various vegetables and ingredients in the kitchen.

Although this kitchen was rarely used daily, it was quite spacious, with all kinds of facilities complete, and even had a row of ovens at the bottom.

In the kitchen, there were all sorts of meat, vegetables, seafood, and various spices and seasonings.

The Devon Rex didn’t need to work personally, his magic power was like an invisible force, automatically controlling the entire cooking process.

On the left table, eggs were turning into rich egg yolks under the automatic egg beater.

On the right table, vegetables were continuously being cut into uniform slices.

On the front large table, delicious meat soup was being stewed.

The entire kitchen seemed to have turned into an efficiently operating assembly line.

And the Devon Rex was the commanding brain of this assembly line.

Various sounds intertwined in the kitchen – if someone were eavesdropping outside, they would probably think dozens of chefs were working together to prepare the dishes.

Initially, the Devon Rex’s eyes were rather vacant, as if He didn’t care about anything around Him.

However, as the cooking progressed, His eyes gradually became bright, as if He had discovered something extremely interesting. The more He cooked, the more skilled He became, and His face showed more lively expressions.

Soon, the kitchen was filled with enticing food aromas.

The Devon Rex stood on the table, His nose slightly twitching as if appreciating the fragrance, His eyes revealing thought and joy.

Then, He tasted each dish one by one, striving to make every dish perfect.

French-style cuisine and dishes that suited Father’s taste were completed this way!

At this time, the little short-legged cat, hearing the sounds and full of curiosity, approached the kitchen to see what was going on, and immediately widened his eyes, instinctively drooling like a cat.

The little short-legged cat’s eyes sparkled, thinking “Meow, so fragrant, so fragrant, as expected of Brother Lelagin who’s best at cooking meow!”

The Devon Rex noticed little short-legged cat’s approach, slowly turned His head, and then the corners of His mouth curved up slightly, showing a gratified smile, His two large ears twitching simultaneously.

Although He didn’t know what He was feeling gratified about, this brother seemed very important to Him.

Yes, Cele was a good brother, timid in nature, and a bit of a fool, easily bullied, so He needed to protect him well.

“It’s time for dinner meow.”

The Devon Rex smiled at the little short-legged cat.

“Dinner!”

The little short-legged cat jumped happily, getting close to the Devon Rex and rubbing faces.

“Brother Lelagin is the best meow.”

A few minutes later, the big orange cat also came in, following the smell.

Unlike the little short-legged cat, He started drooling as soon as He entered.

He couldn’t be blamed for not being able to control Himself – it was all because Lelagin’s cooking skills were too good, how could this cat’s mouth resist!

Damn, let me have a bite quickly!

Soon, it was actually dinner time.

Xiu Si finished studying and smelled the food from afar. When he walked into the back room, he was shocked by the table full of delicious food.

One big and two small cats stared at him intently.

Although they didn’t speak, Xiu Si seemed to hear what They were saying.

The big orange cat shouted, “Father, it’s time to eat meow!”

Xiu Si felt a moment of nostalgia in his heart – this scene hadn’t been seen for a long time. Back in the abyss, Lelagin had always liked cooking, and after thousands of years, His cooking skills had become even more skilled.

It had been a long time since he had eaten – now that Lelagin was back, he felt his appetite coming back too.

****

After that, Xiu Si ate for a full two hours, following the principle that children’s cooking absolutely cannot be wasted, and his great mission as a father – he must eat everything!

The final result was that he could barely walk, sitting against the wall, too full – perhaps he had never been this full in his life.

The Devon Rex was very happy at first that Father liked it, but later couldn’t help but worry.

Eating too much isn’t good meow. It’s all His fault, He hadn’t cooked for so long, and accidentally made too much.

He became a bit dejected.

But Xiu Si comforted Him at the right moment.

“It’s alright, Father loves to eat it.”

The Devon Rex was stunned for a moment, then immediately became happy again.

Finally, the big orange cat displayed His divine powers and ate everything clean.

Although the result was that He almost turned into the shape of an oil barrel, nearly catching up to His third brother.

The big orange cat declared that being fat doesn’t matter, Father wouldn’t dislike Him!

After dinner, Xiu Si was cheerful, in a great mood, and began counting the children at home, then realized he had found most of them, although they all came looking for him themselves, haha.

He wrote names in his book, muttering as he wrote, “Eldest cub Baal hasn’t been found; second cub Agares was found, but seems like hasn’t been found; third cub Vassago was found, currently sleeping; fourth cub Samikina and fifth cub Marbas are outside and haven’t returned; sixth cub Valefor is outside looking for eleventh cub Gusin.”

Xiu Si’s eyes softened as he continued writing. “Seventh cub Amon and eighth cub Barbatos are doing who knows what outside; ninth cub Paimon still no news; tenth cub Buer went along to find Gusin; eleventh cub Gusin’s whereabouts unknown, He loves traveling everywhere, probably won’t be easy to find.”

Writing to this point, Xiu Si stopped his pen and thought for a moment.

Gusin, huh.

Whenever thinking of Gusin, Xiu Si would always remember those days when Gusin loved counting stars at night.

Gusin was a smart child, and very independent from a young age, having His own world.

Having disappeared for so many years, he wondered if Gusin still remembered him.

Xiu Si wasn’t lacking confidence in his children, but rather in himself.

To be honest, he would occasionally think that his time spent with Them in the abyss was at most two years.

Compared to Their current age of over eight thousand years, what weight could mere two years carry?

Actually, Them forgetting him was probably the most likely thing to happen.

But many children hadn’t forgotten him, They came back one by one, as if finding their home.

Occasionally making noisy meow calls, but isn’t that cute too?

Xiu Si felt deeply emotional, thinking that in those years when he crossed to another world, honestly he hadn’t encountered many good things – the war of gods, cruel reality, and he even had a useless profession, leveling up extremely slowly. It was impossible to say he hadn’t felt hesitation, anxiety, and despair.

But They healed him.

Carrying his hopes and blessings to him, accompanying him, protecting him.

What wonderful children.

Feeling that Their existence was the greatest justice in the world! Xiu Si’s heart overflowed with fatherly love, moving himself to tears.

Fortunately, he quickly came back to his senses and continued writing notes, “No news from twelfth cub Sitri; thirteenth cub Beleth is at home; fourteenth cub was found today, also at home; fifteenth cub Aelioge is looking for Gusin; no news from sixteenth cub Zepar; seventeenth cub Botis seems to be playing with Amon; eighteenth cub Bachin is looking for Gusin; nineteenth cub Celerios is at home.

Checking once, good, no problems.

Xiu Si continued writing. “No news from twentieth cub Busson; twenty-first cub Morax is looking for Gusin; twenty-second cub Inpos is playing with Amon; no news from twenty-third cub Ayni. Also Beelzebub, who’s not counted in the sequence, should also be playing with Amon.”

This should be the situation, right?

He made notes in the book, also adding twenty-fifth cub Paldr, twenty-sixth cub Hodur, as well as adopted daughter Little Light Body, and the newly picked up Little Black Cloud.

Twenty-eight in total now.

Without writing it out one might not realize, but after writing it out he discovered… not only did he have many children, but the number was still increasing.

It was lively, but inevitably somewhat overwhelming to take care of them all.

Although They were all very independent, and he didn’t really need to worry too much.

However, having many children meant that even if he had three heads and six arms, he still couldn’t give Them enough love, easily neglecting some while attending to others, making Them unhappy.

And They were all such understanding children, except for Ayni who would speak directly, the other children would choose to remain silent.

As the only parent of this big family, he indeed had many shortcomings, and due to personal energy limitations, it was almost unsolvable.

He couldn’t possibly learn some kind of body splitting technique to become many selves, right? Wait, this was a fantasy world, maybe it wasn’t impossible…

And thinking of this, Xiu Si’s eyes dimmed slightly, more or less thinking of his family background.

Come to think of it, he seemed to have never told Them about their grandparents, that is, his parents.

“…”

Xiu Si fell silent for a moment, shook his head, and muttered to himself, why bring them up for no reason.

It was getting late, time to take the children to bed.

****

On another side, on a certain planet in subspace.

Sand dunes undulated, with yellow sand as far as the eye could see.

In the underground city built from yellow stones, the air was completely silent, with almost no sound except for faint water drips.

It seemed there was no one here, and indeed there wasn’t – there were only demons.

Six in total, each one appearing to have an extraordinary bearing.

Valefor stood at the front, with Aelioge slightly behind, followed by Buer and Bachin whose dark circles under his eyes had grown heavier, and finally Morax.

They had finally found Gusin.

That is, the curly-haired youth sitting on the stone bed.

Gusin had a very classical appearance, claiming to have modeled himself after statues from the classical period, emphasizing elegance and uniqueness – a look that would pierce the souls of gods, demons, and humans alike.

He watched as they surrounded him, unhurriedly retracting his legs – the details revealing his casual, free-spirited nature.

Valefor looked at Gusin, brewing words in her mind.

Speaking of which, Valefor had already seen through that the situation with Vassago had been resolved. They were following through with their plan, continuing to search for Gusin.

How could she not know what Amon was thinking?

Besides, when they private messaged Celerios, Cele had foolishly confessed everything – how could they hide it from them?

Moreover, hadn’t Aelioge come along? Among their kind, Aelioge’s scheming abilities ranked in the top three, being far-sighted and very clever.

Though Aelioge himself was also shocked by how well their father understood them.

However, with all demons present, this situation naturally couldn’t remain at a standstill.

Just as Valefor was about to speak, Gusin said first, “What do you want to ask me?”

Their original purpose in coming here was to ask about Vassago’s situation, but since they already knew the answer, they naturally needed to change their question.

There were too many questions they wanted to ask at this moment.

Valefor thought of some, but catching glimpse of Aelioge’s somewhat urgent expression from the corner of her eye, she turned to Aelioge and said, “Aelio, you ask.”

The sister’s tone carried trust for her brother.

Aelioge nodded, his expression grave, then glanced at the demon cat head group chat, then at the family group chat next to it, as if realizing an extremely serious problem, or rather, this problem had existed from the start but had never been as urgent as now, so he had to ask Gusin at this moment.

Gusin stared at Aelioge, seeming to sense Aelioge’s sense of crisis as well.

It must be a very urgent question.

The next second, Aelioge spoke, saying in a deep voice, “Gusin, you answer all questions, right?”

Gusin responded calmly. “As long as it’s within my demon power’s range.”

Aelioge asked seriously. “If nearly twenty of us demons attack together, can we defeat Big Brother?”

Gusin was stunned on the spot.