Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Inside Madam Constance’s thick, heavy eyeliner, her eyes instantly widened into perfect circles.

As someone who had seen it all, how could Madam Constance fail to recognize what those marks were?

She simply found it hard to imagine what Bartholomew had gone through last night.

Going to bed so early… was it just to call a lover into the tent?

Madam Constance was, of course, well aware of the Butterfly Family’s self-healing abilities.

After nearly an entire night of recovery, for such obvious hickeys to remain on skin as fair as cream, it was clear just how intensely that person had kissed her.

Madam Constance couldn’t speculate on who the other party was.

She could only see how much that person… well… couldn’t keep their hands off her beautiful daughter.

However-

“Luoluo!”

Madam Constance let out a sharp cry. “Dump that lover from last night! Damn it, he’s far too rough!”

“…”

Beili: ???

…

After searching the mountains and forests for two days and two nights, the Knights finally found the largest deer in the hunting grounds.

They tied thick ropes to the deer’s antlers and hind legs, pulling them in four directions to stake the animal in place, waiting for His Majesty the King to arrive.

Upon receiving the news, the King immediately led the Royal Family and other Nobles to the site in a grand procession.

Everyone stood in a circle; men and women, young and old, all had to witness it with their own eyes.

Under the gaze of the Royal Family and the Nobles, the King would use the Golden Spear on the deer to bring Hunting Day to a perfect close.

Beili stood in the ranks as well.

To her left and right were Madam Constance and Susanna.

The elderly King, leaning on his Scepter, approached the deer. After looking it over, he sighed softly, “This deer is very strong.”

The surrounding Royal Family and Nobles chimed in one after another, offering words of praise and blessing.

The King smiled and reached out to take the Golden Spear handed to him by a Knight.

The tip of the Golden Spear trembled along with the King’s hands as he thrust it toward the deer’s neck.

Though the skin was only slightly grazed due to a lack of force, it was enough to panic the animal.

The deer’s hooves struggled for a moment, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The Knights picked up the Golden Spear again, respectfully placing it back into the King’s hands and helping him adjust his grip and position.

Beili felt that given the King’s level of hand tremors and his slow killing speed, this deer probably wouldn’t die from blood loss, but would rather be frightened to death by the prolonged terror and countless minor injuries.

Her deep red eyes watched the scene without much emotion.

Then.

She suddenly felt a cold gaze land on her.

Subconsciously, she looked toward the source of the gaze almost immediately.

She saw Cyril’s amethyst-like eyes just as they turned away; his cold gaze seemed to sweep over Susanna for a moment.

Beili blinked her red eyes and looked at Susanna beside her.

Then, she saw Susanna holding a high-quality Golden-Wood Bow and Arrows, her head slightly lowered, with a faint smile touching her eyes and lips.

Only then did Beili notice the extra bow in Susanna’s hands.

She stared at it for a few seconds, finding it very familiar. After thinking back carefully, she remembered-

When they were gathering at the Imperial Palace square, back when she had righteously told Madam Constance that she didn’t like Prince Cyril at all, the bow Cyril had been holding while standing behind her was this exact Golden-Wood Bow and Arrows.

Yes, that was it; her memory hadn’t failed her.

When Beili looked closely at the riser of the bow, she could clearly see a name engraved on it-Cyril Elvis.

…This was a big problem.

Susanna already had feelings for Cyril, and it was only thanks to Cyril’s ice-cold, standoffish personality that their romantic progress had been stalled for so long.
Now Cyril had even started giving Susanna gifts.

Sigh…

Beili withdrew her gaze and let out a heavy sigh, her brow furrowing with worry.

“Of course, my dear Little Butterfly, my plan has never changed.”

Ashera’s words echoed in her mind once more.

Sainthos owed him a heart.

He still needed to obtain Susanna’s heart.

As for how to retrieve that heart of Ashera’s…

Compared to her dream-where he bloodily ripped the heart from Susanna’s chest-making Susanna fall wholeheartedly in love with him was clearly more difficult.

If a Demon’s heart was a precious and vital treasure to the Santos Kingdom, it certainly wouldn’t be hidden simply beneath Susanna’s ribs.

After all, digging out a heart with his bare hands was second nature to Ashera; he didn’t need her help for that.

Yet the images from her dream still left Beili with a lingering sense of dread, forcing her to consider another worst-case scenario-could it be that he wanted Susanna to fall in love with him just so he could dig her heart out then?

Oh… that…

At the thought, Beili turned her gaze back toward Susanna. Her jewel-like, deep red eyes were now filled with pity.

On the other side, Susanna was cradling a bow and arrow in her arms, cherishing them deeply.

This bow and arrow had been sent to her by Prince Cyril’s men on the way here.

Although the attendant said the Prince had no message to convey, Susanna was already filled with surprise and joy.

Waves of sweetness, like honey, rippled through her heart.

But then she remembered the night before last, when Prince Cyril, reeking of alcohol, had pulled her into his arms as she opened the door curtain to check on him, drunkenly mumbling Sister Bartholomew’s name.

The surprise and joy in her heart dimmed instantly.

Susanna couldn’t help but look up at Sister Bartholomew standing beside her, only to accidentally lock eyes with the girl’s deep red gaze.

That look… it was as if she were looking at someone who was about to die.

Susanna panicked, immediately lowering her head as if she had been caught red-handed, not daring to say a word.

…

A red-handled, carved bone fan tapped lightly on her shoulder.

The Gray-haired Girl turned to see Lady Constance pressing the fan against her chin, once again wearing the knowing smirk of someone who had seen it all.

In such a solemn and grand occasion, aside from expressing admiration for His Majesty’s heroic posture during the deer hunt, it was best to keep all other words to oneself for the time being.

Thus, the girl widened her red eyes, giving Lady Constance a warning look-a clear signal to stop talking nonsense about Cyril looking at her or liking her.

Lady Constance, eyes and lips curving into a smile, gave the bone fan a seemingly casual flick, pointing her in another direction.

But the Gray-haired Girl was too busy glaring at her to notice the hint.

Over there.

A youth with honey-colored curly hair and azure eyes was pursing his lips, staring at her in a daze.

His cheeks, ears, and even his chin and neck were flushed with a layer of pink.

The boy was staring too intently.

One could say he was completely entranted.

He completely ignored Lady Constance standing beside the girl, who was currently glancing at him with a gaze that saw through everything.

It wasn’t until the boy’s elder noticed that he received a merciless slap to the back of his head.

The red-handled carved bone fan unfurled slightly, obscuring half of Lady Constance’s face.

She leaned in close to Bartholomew’s ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

“Was that Clarence from the Wolf Family last night? Tell him he can’t be so rough next time. Youth truly is…”

“…”

Beili: ???