Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - chapter 11

With a hint of hesitation, the voice of the butler Arnold sounded from outside the room:

“It’s… the Second Young Lady.”

Second Young Lady?

Beili was confused for a moment, but quickly realized that the “Second Young Lady” Arnold referred to was the heroine Susanna, since the eldest daughter of the Constance Family was now herself.

The Duke and Duchess exchanged slightly embarrassed glances, as if torn between staying to accompany Bartholomew or going to comfort the crying, fleeing Susanna.

On the other hand, Beili, who noticed their subtle expressions, felt nothing at all, and was even somewhat relieved by the commotion Susanna had caused.

The Duke and Duchess’s display of passionate familial affection was something Beili, who had grown up in an orphanage, could not handle at all-it only made her feel burdened.

So, seizing the opportunity, Beili sensibly scribbled on the paper:

“Sorry, I’d like to sleep a bit more.”

“Oh… of course.”

A patient naturally needed a quiet environment to recover, and the Duke, realizing this, pressed his forehead in frustration.

“Dear, if you need anything, just instruct the servants. All the staff of Constance Castle are at your disposal.”

The Duchess bent down and left a gentle kiss on her forehead, then called over several maids to give them careful instructions before leaving together with the Duke.

The maids assigned to care for Beili, still unfamiliar with her temperament, were extra cautious and treated her with utmost respect.

Except for changing bandages and meals, Beili spent most of her time alone in her room.

Days passed in a blur of sleep and wakefulness.

During this time, Beili still did not see Susanna, the heroine from the original story.

She didn’t ask, but the maids took the initiative to inform her:

“Second Young Lady Susanna has already departed early for Holy Island Academy.”

“Holy Island Academy is a wonderful place,” one maid said, arranging the sunflowers in a vase, her eyes shining with undisguised envy. “It’s said you can enjoy a paradise-like life there.”

“Miss Susanna is so lucky…” another maid muttered under her breath, “That spot at the academy was originally meant for Miss Bartholomew.”

Someone picked up the topic and asked, “If Miss Bartholomew recovers from her injuries, could she also go to Holy Island Academy?”

The air suddenly grew quiet.

Beili noticed, and glanced at them without betraying any emotion.

The maids fell silent, switching to exchanging glances, each with a peculiar expression.

Holy Island Academy…

Beili recalled some details.

In the original story’s Western fantasy world, there were more than a dozen countries, and Holy Island Academy was established on an island that belonged to none of them.

It accepted outstanding children from all nations, teaching them magic, swordsmanship, and etiquette.

Of course, only Nobles were admitted.

If commoners or those of half-beast blood appeared at Holy Island Academy, they could only be there as a Noble’s servant.

Even for Nobles, admission spots were limited-each family could send only one child to Holy Island Academy.

Only after that child graduated could the family send another to study at the academy.

These maids were clearly full of longing for the legendary Holy Island Academy.

Although the Constance Family’s spot at Holy Island Academy had already been taken by Miss Susanna, she was, after all, only an adopted daughter.

Compared to Miss Bartholomew’s pure bloodline, if Miss Bartholomew requested to go to Holy Island Academy, it was entirely possible in the minds of the servants that Miss Susanna would be recalled from the academy.

If Miss Bartholomew were to attend Holy Island Academy, according to the rules, each Noble student was allowed to bring at most one servant to attend to them.
So currying favor with the suddenly arrived Lady Bartholomew had become the most important task for the servants of Duke Constance’s household.

As the one being flattered, Beili herself didn’t pay much attention to it.

Because she had more pressing matters to deal with.

According to her observations, today was the day for a follow-up examination.

Doctor Cassius would, as usual, come to check the wound on her neck.

A maid noticed that there was a blond, blue-eyed gentleman outside the door. Upon recognizing him, she quickly greeted, “Oh-good afternoon, Doctor Cassius.”

“Good afternoon.”

Cassius replied with a gentle smile.

He was dressed, as always, in a plain white coat, his golden hair neatly combed back, and beneath a single gold-rimmed monocle, his emerald eyes were gentle and warm.

He possessed a kind of approachable handsomeness that gave people the illusion that getting close to him was something very easy.

So whenever Cassius appeared, the maids in the room would unconsciously become more bashful, and when leaving, they’d glance back at him three times with every step.

Cassius, however, remained composed, maintaining his gentlemanly smile. Only after all the maids had left did he open his case, take out his tools, and begin to examine Beili’s wound.

“I must admit, thanks to Miss Bartholomew’s cooperation, the injury has healed remarkably well.”

Cassius spoke gently, almost as if coaxing a child, his technique both tender and professional.

Although the original novel never revealed Cassius’s true age, given the immortal nature of vampires, this second male lead was certainly several generations older than Beili.

From that perspective, his tone of coaxing a child was nothing out of the ordinary.

After the examination, Beili looked at Cassius, her eyes signaling something, with a hint of expectation.

Cassius clearly understood her meaning.

He smiled slightly, then calmly took a parchment book from a compartment in his case. The cover bore words resembling ‘Teleportation Magic.’

“I hope there’s something in here that you’re looking for.”

Cassius said as he handed the book over.

Of course Beili wanted to leave.

Though this world was bizarre and full of magical elements, after a few days of calm reflection, Beili still felt her original world was better.

Because here, she was a villainous supporting character who could have her neck snapped at any moment and meet a tragic end.

As for a way to return to her original world, Beili was currently pinning her hopes on some kind of magic.

And compared to the seemingly friendly Duke and Duchess, Beili clearly trusted Doctor Cassius more.

This was entirely because Beili, having read the original novel, knew that as long as her requests were within reason, Cassius, the gentle vampire, would never refuse his patients.

Looking at the book handed to her, Beili’s eyes lit up. She took it and immediately began to flip through it.

But soon, her brows furrowed slightly.

She quickly flipped through a few more pages, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.

Finally, she closed the book and sighed silently.

“It seems there’s nothing in there that you wanted.”

Cassius observed quietly, smiling as he summed up.

Yes, there wasn’t.

There was no way to return in this book.

“Don’t lose heart, Miss Bartholomew.” Cassius gently patted her shoulder, comforting her, “Next time, I’ll look for something else.”

Still that tone of coaxing a child.

Beili lifted her head and forced a small smile, then wrote on a piece of paper:

‘Thank you, Doctor Cassius.’