Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 112

Chapter 112

A massive shadow slowly rose.

Then came a hoarse, guttural roar.

“Mr. Clarence…”

Susanna was so stunned she couldn’t speak.

“Clarence! Run!”

Beili immediately shouted to him.

…

The moment Clarence saw the sky darken above him, he reacted instantly, undergoing a Beast Transformation into a wolf and sprinting away, leaving the bear cub’s carcass behind.

But the black bear was faster. Its heavy paw swung down, slamming hard against his hind leg.

…

An out-of-control, giant black bear had appeared in the children’s hunting area.

While everyone else let out screams of terror and fled toward the edge of the forest, the gray-haired girl with red eyes stared at the black bear, her gaze flickering.

Beili realized almost immediately-this was the shitty luck brought about by Susanna’s protagonist halo.

And she had to lure this bear away!

She needed to get Susanna as far away from this sudden stroke of “luck” as possible.

Beili glanced at the silver-masked youth standing silently nearby.

She grabbed Susanna and pulled her in front of him, saying solemnly, “Second Prince, take Susanna and go!”

Escaping together with Susanna-this sounded like the perfect event to rack up favorability points.

This is the last chance today… please, make the most of it!

Beili screamed internally.

…

Everyone scattered in flight.

She took the opportunity to move closer, simultaneously pulling a Miniature Crossbow from her Spatial Bracelet and quickly strapping it to her wrist.

Just as Beili finished putting it on, she saw the giant black bear swing its paw, swatting a soldier aside before pinning the tail of the gray wolf, who hadn’t made it far enough away yet.

The black bear reared up on its hind legs, looking ready to pounce.

Beili quickly aimed at the bear’s back and pressed the trigger.

The concentrated ammunition exploded against the black bear’s back, leaving a scorched patch.

That was all.

Its hide was thick and its flesh tough. Without a fatal wound, such a bomb only served to fuel its rage.

Sure enough, the black bear paused and spun around rapidly.

Its bloodthirsty eyes, shimmering with an eerie light, locked onto the deep red eyes of the Gray-haired Girl.

It let out a coarse, hoarse roar. Its paws hit the ground as it prepared to charge straight at her.

This was exactly what Beili wanted.

She had to lead this black bear away.

Blinking her red eyes, Beili raised her hand again, firing two more bombs at the bear’s chest. Then she turned to undergo her Beast Transformation, preparing to fly away.

A sudden golden flash of magic struck her.

It forced her out of her Butterfly Form and back into human shape, causing her to tumble to the ground.

Beili was momentarily stunned, but she quickly scrambled to her feet.

However…

A massive shadow loomed over her, blotting out the sun.

Beili spun around, ready to summon all her Morpho Butterflies in an instant to fight the black bear to the death.

The next second.

A gray wolf suddenly leaped onto the black bear.

Its extended claws dug deep into the bear’s back.

Hard, sharp canines tore ferociously at the scorched flesh on the bear’s spine.

Howling in pain, the black bear reared up again and stumbled back a few steps.

In the blink of an eye…

The gray wolf transformed into a youth with short, honey-colored curly hair.

The youth held a cold, glinting dagger in his hand. With all his might, he plunged it into the black bear’s neck and sliced it open.

Bright red blood gushed out like a spring.

It splattered across his fair face and stained his arms and hands crimson.

It wasn’t until the black bear’s body slumped forward and hit the ground with a heavy thud that a deathly silence returned to the forest.

…

“Lord Clarence…”

The soldier whose ribs had been broken by the bear lay on the ground, struggling to speak. He praised him with an admiring tone, “On this Royal Hunt, you are the undisputed winner… I believe no one’s achievements will be more bountiful than yours…”
That desperate gamble just now… had he won?

Hearing the soldier’s words, Clarence finally snapped out of his daze. His chest heaved as he gasped for air, and he struggled to his feet with a limp.

His deep blue gaze fell upon the gray-haired girl on the ground, whose red eyes were wide with shock.

He instinctively reached out a hand toward her.

But upon seeing his own blood-stained hands, he froze for a moment and quickly pulled them back.

“It’s alright now, Miss Bartholomew.”

Clarence spoke with a dignified tone, trying his best to sound gentle and reassuring. “The black bear is dead.”

As the black bear collapsed, Beili had already recalled her Morpho Butterflies.

She stared at the boy who had subdued the beast, her face filled with astonishment.

She hadn’t expected that this stroke of ‘protagonist’s luck’ didn’t belong to Susanna after all-it belonged to Clarence.

The second day of the Royal Hunt.

While the Knights had yet to find a suitable deer, Clarence of the Wolf Family was the first to bring back a massive black bear.

Clarence presented the black bear to His Majesty the King.

Clarence’s father told him that, according to tradition, he could make one wish of the King.

However, Clarence merely glanced toward a certain spot before shaking his head bashfully.

That evening, everyone was served bowls of tender, slow-cooked bear stew.

As night fell, a massive bonfire was lit.

The banquet moved from the central tents to the flat grassy plains outside.

The day’s spoils were cleaned, marinated, chopped into large chunks, and skewered onto clean branches to be roasted around the bonfire.

The girls of the Bird Family had used some unknown method to make the injuries on their faces vanish overnight, returning their complexions to normal.

After returning from the forest, they had rushed back to their tents to change into their most magnificent gowns, apply exquisite makeup, and don shimmering jewelry, all in anticipation of the bonfire banquet.

In truth, it wasn’t just the girls of the Bird Family; almost every girl from every noble house was doing the same.

As soon as the bonfire banquet began, a long line formed in front of Prince Cyril’s seat.

The Prince had to endure every girl’s praises before politely declining their invitations to dance.

The cleverer girls would stretch out their compliments, lingering until the Prince finally turned his amethyst-like gaze toward them.

Even if all they received in the end was a cold rejection in his icy voice.

“Luoluo, are you really not going to attend the bonfire banquet?”

Madam Constance pulled back the tent flap and leaned halfway in, her tone filled with genuine regret.

“No,” Beili replied gloomily, her voice muffled as she buried her head under the covers.

Madam Constance sighed and walked inside, gently pulling back the duvet.

The girl had already let down her hair and was wearing only a thin, pale white linen nightgown.

Madam Constance stroked her forehead. “Luoluo, I heard about what happened today. Are you refusing to go because you were frightened?”

“No,” she answered softly.

“Is it because you know Susanna will be dancing with Prince Cyril?” Madam Constance asked again.

“Definitely not,” she replied quickly.

“Then is it because of that boy from the Wolf Family, Clarence? He’s the center of attention for every girl right now, second only to Prince Cyril.”

Madam Constance couldn’t help but chuckle. “If he hadn’t broken his leg, he would surely have been dancing all night.”

Beili listened in silence, then gave a small shake of her head.

“Oh… Luoluo…”

As a thought occurred to her, Madam Constance’s voice became very soft.

“I noticed these past two days that you seem to have become quite familiar with the Second Prince…”

“Could it be… him?”