Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 110

Chapter 110

Who did the Second Prince want to kill?

Susanna felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Her eyes widened, her expression filled with disbelief.

The first thing this noble and mysterious Second Prince had said to her was that he wanted to kill someone.

For a moment, she didn’t know what to say. She swallowed hard, a wave of terror rising in the depths of her eyes.

Before Susanna could ask who he intended to kill, the boy in the black robe and mask let out a short, eerie, muffled chuckle and began to walk away.

Susanna stopped the treatment.

Her gaze followed the boy’s footsteps. Panicking, she said, “Second Prince, please calm down…”

Clutching the rough bark of a tree, she watched the boy’s retreating black figure, which radiated a spine-chilling aura.

Step by step, he walked toward Bartholomew and Clarence.

***

After crushing the hemostatic leaves, Beili silently applied them to the area below the ear of Clarence, the fourth male lead. There were two wounds there, oozing beads of blood.

She was mainly doing this to compensate for her own guilty conscience.

She knew all too well that Clarence’s love for Susanna was a dead-end crush-a one-sided affection.

Right until the very end, no one but himself knew about it.

“Mr. Clarence, who do you plan to dance with tonight?” Beili asked in a cool voice.

If his answer was Susanna, she would say something cold to make him change his mind.

Then, she raised her red eyes.

She noticed that the boy with the honey-colored short curls had a face that was completely flushed, as if it had been pickled in rose petals.

Beili froze for a moment, then stiffly withdrew her hand.

Sensing her withdrawal, Clarence stared at the ground and said bashfully, “Thank you, Miss Bartholomew… I… I don’t have a partner yet.”

“…”

Why was he blushing?

Had she gone too far?

Or was this fourth male lead simply unable to handle even slight physical contact with the opposite sex?

As she pondered this, she backed away with an embarrassed expression.

But after only a few steps, her right shoulder and back collided with someone.

That person took the opportunity to wrap an arm around her waist.

A grim, piercing chill instantly sent a shiver down her spine.

Beili was secretly startled and instinctively tried to move forward, wanting to distance herself from the cold.

But in the next second, that icy hand gripped her waist, pinning her in place with incredible strength.

The cold, hard lines of his figure shifted slowly.

Lowering his head, the icy mask leaned close to her ear.

Beili heard the boy ask in a faint, slightly trembling voice, “Can I… k-kill him?”

***

Clarence appeared somewhat restless.

He bowed slightly to the boy.

“Second Prince…”

Clarence could clearly feel that the Second Prince disliked him.

Oh… it was more serious than just dislike.

Though Clarence was puzzled by it, his sharp intuition allowed him to sense a thick, murderous intent radiating from the black-robed boy in the silver mask.

*Perhaps it’s because of Miss Susanna,* Clarence guessed helplessly.

***

On the other side, the hollow, soulless golden eyes had no focus, yet the corners of his eyes held a deep smile.

The boy had spoken terrifying words in the faintest of voices.

In an instant, Beili’s embarrassed expression and stray thoughts were blown to the back of her mind.

Kill? Who?

Hearing his words, Beili instinctively shook her head in a daze.

In this clearing, besides Beili herself, there was only the pathetic fourth male lead, Clarence, whom she had just robbed of a chance to gain favor with Susanna.

So, when had Clarence offended him?

Or had he heard, sensed, and guessed Clarence’s feelings for Susanna from a distance?

He wouldn’t even allow a secret crush?

That was way too petty!

Beili completely failed to understand Ashera’s train of thought.

But she knew that when it came to killing, Ashera was truly capable of it.

Or rather, it was easy for him.

However, the Ashera in the original book had been very low-key about killing people before his Mana reached its peak state.

When he struck, he almost never let a second person see.

He certainly wouldn’t start a slaughter in a public setting like this.

Beili didn’t ask anything; her first priority was to stop him.

She grabbed his hand tightly and pulled the black-robed boy far away, as far from Clarence as possible.

“You. Can. Not.”

Beili lowered her voice, speaking each word with serious emphasis.

“Why would you kill Clarence?”

Beili looked at him with utter confusion.

“He won’t have any impact on our cooperation,” she explained helplessly.

“I’ve been blocking him just to create private space for you and Susanna. He hasn’t had a single chance to get close.”

She sighed.

The guy was following the most humble secret crush route imaginable. Why couldn’t he just leave this pure-hearted little loyal dog alone?

“…”

The head behind the silver mask hung low.

He seemed to be looking at the hand she was gripping tightly.

Beili took a soft breath but did not let go of the boy’s hand.

Even through a layer of gloves, the boy’s hand was extremely cold, like an ice sculpture formed from frozen snow, radiating a bone-chilling frost.

But more than the cold, she feared that if she let go, Ashera would immediately walk toward Clarence and rip his heart out in an instant.

The boy remained silent for a while, then slowly raised his head. His hollow golden eyes ‘looked’ at her, and his voice returned to its clear, weak tone.

“He said… t-tonight… you can still c-come… *cough*… come to absorb Mana.”

He spoke haltingly.

Beili: …?

Beili realized she was once again on a different wavelength than Ashera.

However, being able to divert his attention was enough.

So, Beili followed the boy’s lead and asked tentatively, “I just absorbed some last night. If I do it again tonight, isn’t that too frequent? Can he handle it?”

“H-he said it’s fine.”

Behind the silver mask, the boy spoke with a serious tone.