Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 109

Chapter 109

What was this guy talking about?

“Now is not the time to be conflicted or dazed.”

Glancing at Susanna, who was still undergoing treatment, Beili maintained a fake smile and continued in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, “Hurry up and go sit next to her.”

The youth didn’t budge.

“What are you still dawdling for…” Beili gave him a gentle nudge.

The youth in the black robe remained unresponsive, standing silently in place. His silver mask glinted coldly under the greyish-white clouds.

Beili felt a sense of helplessness.

Was this guy trying to make things harder for her?

Or did Ashera have a strategy of his own?

At that thought, Beili’s furrowed brows instantly smoothed out. She felt the latter possibility was more likely.

Just as she was thinking this, a startled cry rang out from not far away.

At the same time, Beili caught a glimpse of a beast out of the corner of her eye. It was charging toward them from deep within the mountain forest at incredible speed.

Without time to think, Beili immediately drew an arrow, pulled her bow to full draw, and fired at it.

Unfortunately, she had never practiced archery.

Unlike the Miniature Crossbow, which only required aiming and firing, a bow and arrow required skill, strength, and precise control.

Consequently, once the arrow left her hand, it missed-it missed by a country mile.

However, the stray arrow still startled the beast.

The creature skidded to a halt, emitting a familiar, puppy-like whimper.

Only then did Beili realize the beast was a dark grey wolf, clutching a bunch of deep green leaves between its sharp canines.

“Clarence Barton.”

She enunciated his full name syllable by syllable before walking over with quick strides.

Her expression and tone turned exceptionally cold as she said, “Beast Transformation is forbidden in the Hunting Forest. Don’t you know that?”

Hearing her voice and seeing her approach step by step, two more whimpers emerged from the massive figure.

The grey wolf’s upright ears flattened back against its head, and its fluffy tail drooped along with them.

Then.

In the blink of an eye.

The dark grey wolf transformed into a tall youth with honey-colored curly hair, a fair face, and a pair of deep blue eyes.

The youth’s eyes were filled with obvious apology. He wanted to say something, but the leaves in his mouth caused him to let out a muffled groan instead.

His blue eyes blinked in a daze for a moment before he belatedly remembered.

Under the girl’s gaze-which looked as if she were staring at an idiot-the youth hurriedly raised his hand and took the leaves out of his mouth.

“My apologies, Miss Bartholomew.”

Clarence explained, “I didn’t do it on purpose. I was just in a hurry to bring back the herbs, and I can run faster after Beast Transformation…”

Meeting those cold, shimmering red eyes, he finally noticed that the girl was dressed differently than usual today, wearing a sharp and heroic outfit.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that the short cloak draped over Miss Bartholomew’s shoulders, the quiver hanging on her back, and the small hat perched crookedly on her head were all exceptionally… exceptionally…

Adorable.

A flush suddenly crept across Clarence’s fair face.

He swallowed hard and quickly shifted his gaze to a nearby tree trunk. Scratching the back of his head, he said sheepishly, “It… it won’t happen next time. I give you my word on the honor of the Barton Family, Miss Bartholomew.”

Beili silently glanced at the leaves in his hand.

As she pulled her arrow out of the ground and returned it to her quiver, she asked, “What are those leaves in your hand?”

“Ah, these.”

Clarence reached out, displaying the deep green leaves before the girl. “I can’t name this type of leaf, but when I used to go hunting with my father, if I got injured, he would pick some of these to stop the bleeding for me.”

Beili realized what was happening almost immediately.

So, it was the fourth male lead’s turn to build his affection points today.

He truly lived up to his reputation as the considerate ‘pure-hearted loyal dog,’ even if he had forgotten that the female lead’s specialty was healing magic.

“You’re too late, Mr. Clarence.”

In order to redirect this opportunity to build affection into Ashera’s hands, Beili was forced to speak up and remind him:

“Susanna has already used healing magic to stop the bleeding. Besides, she already has the attentive Second Prince guarding her side. It’s better if we don’t go over and disturb them.”

Hearing her words, Clarence’s expression froze slightly.

His blue eyes turned toward the spot not far behind the girl.
Miss Susanna, dressed in white, sat on the ground leaning against a tree trunk. The palm covering her arm glowed with the soft green light of healing magic.

Meanwhile, the one the girl had called the ‘thoughtful Second Prince’ stood silently.

His deep black robes were dark and profound, and his cold silver mask glinted with a chilling light. He seemed to be looking toward their position.

No matter how slow Clarence might be, he understood the implication behind Bartholomew’s words-he should have the sense to leave the Second Prince and Miss Susanna alone.

Clarence’s feelings for Susanna were purely those of a classmate.

Because they had escaped the Gloomy Maze together and shared the same ship back to Sainthos, they were more familiar with each other than with the others.

That was why Clarence had picked the blood-stanching leaves to bring back after hearing Susanna had suffered an arrow wound.

However, he didn’t have the slightest intention of competing with the Second Prince for Susanna’s affections.

“Oh… of course, of course…”

Flustered and hesitant, Clarence dropped the leaves in his hand onto the ground.

He turned his face away and lowered his head slightly, not knowing what to say.

It was then that Beili noticed two red lines on the boy’s neck, just below his ear, where tiny beads of blood were seeping out.

It looked like he had been scratched by some kind of thorny plant.

Having snatched away the fourth male lead’s chance to gain favor, Beili glanced at the boy with her red eyes, feeling a bit guilty.

She then reached out and picked the dark green leaves back up from the ground.

“How do you use these?” she asked curiously.

The boy, thinking she simply wanted to know, explained, “It’s simple. Just crush them in your palm. The warmth of your hand will turn the leaves into juice, and then you apply them to the wound…”

Before Clarence could finish, he saw Bartholomew nodding as she pulled off her black leather glove. Leaving a few clean leaves aside, she crushed them in her palm exactly as he had described.

Then.

The crushed leaf juice, carrying the warmth of the girl’s palm, was gently applied to his neck.

It covered the faint, stinging pain.

“…”

His breath hitched.

Clarence’s mouth hung open slightly as he froze in place, utterly at a loss.

His brain felt a powerful urge to undergo a Beast Transformation into a wolf and run away, yet he remained rooted to the spot from head to toe.

His deep blue pupils uncontrollably drifted toward her.

He saw the girl pursing her lips, her expression natural, her gem-like crimson eyes focused-and still cold.

But Clarence’s fair face turned bright red in an instant, and shock and bashfulness surged in the depths of his clear eyes.

“Miss… Bartholomew…”

Clarence’s voice was practically trembling, and his heart felt as if it were about to leap out of his chest.

He had never imagined such a moment would ever happen.

He stood frozen, not knowing what to do.

…

Not far away.

Susanna was treating the wound on her shoulder.

In truth, the healing was almost complete, but the mysterious and noble Second Prince standing before her had yet to say a single word to her.

The Second Prince remained motionless, his head tilted slightly as if he were listening to the sounds around them.

The cold lines of the silver mask concealed all his expressions.

Susanna was happy to make another friend, but she hadn’t figured out what to say to the Second Prince either; after all, she knew nothing about him.

Thus, she could only prolong the healing process indefinitely in the awkward silence.

Susanna waited for the Second Prince to speak, hoping he would say anything at all.

A moment later.

A low murmur drifted from beneath the mask.

Susanna didn’t hear it clearly.

However, if the Second Prince was speaking to her, it would be extremely rude not to respond.

So, Susanna gathered her courage and asked softly, “I’m sorry, please forgive me for not hearing clearly… Second Prince, what did you just say?”

“I’m going to… kill him…”

A voice carrying a faint hint of laughter came from beneath the mask.

Caught off guard, Susanna dithered for a moment. Thinking she had misheard, she asked blankly, “What?”

A dark, cold chuckle escaped the silver mask.

The youth was incredibly patient, repeating in a soft, slow tone:

“I said… I’m going to… kill him…”