Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - chapter 13

Since one side of the seat was already piled high with suitcases, Beili could only sit on the other side, separated from Prince Cyril by two seat widths.

Although the male lead in the original book possessed both high combat prowess and noble blood, winning the heroine’s heart, his strange, powder-keg temper… had also left a deep impression on her.

Thinking of this character’s various bad tempers in the original story, Beili silently shifted further into the corner, trying to keep her distance, afraid of disturbing his rest.

Suddenly, the carriage jolted violently. The boy, who was lightly dozing, abruptly tilted to the side, and she instinctively reached out to steady him.

Beili only meant to help him keep his balance, but as soon as her fingertips touched his shoulder, the boy’s eyes snapped open.

His eyes were purple, like mysterious amethysts, radiating a cold light.

Beili quickly withdrew her hand.

The atmosphere became unusually silent, with only the sound of the carriage rolling through the night.

Beili didn’t dare look at the boy again, only lowering her head to stare at her own fingers, suddenly grateful that her injured throat prevented her from speaking.

The boy suddenly spoke, his voice cool and clear, “Eric, where are we?”

Someone outside the carriage quickly replied, “Your Highness, the carriage has just left the castle and is still within the imperial city.”

Only then did the boy glance at Beili with a faint expression.

“Who is the person in the carriage?”

The person outside answered swiftly again, “Your Highness, that is Miss Bartholomew, daughter of Duke Constance. His Majesty the King arranged for her to ride in your carriage, so she could travel together to Holy Island Academy for treatment. Unfortunately, Miss Bartholomew has an injured throat and cannot speak, so she won’t be able to chat and entertain Your Highness… But if Your Highness wishes to talk, you can call for Eric at any time-Eric is at your service 24 hours a day!”

Though a bit of a chatterbox, at least he explained her situation thoroughly.

Beili breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

But the boy stared at her, his brows slightly furrowed.

Beili felt her head go numb under his gaze, keeping her eyes lowered, sometimes looking at her fingertips, sometimes at her toes, doing her best to appear calm and composed.

“Treatment?”

There was a hint of doubt in the boy’s voice. “Is your injury very serious?”

Serious?

Judging by how her neck was twisted at the time, it was quite serious, but after Doctor Cassius’s treatment, she had almost recovered.

She herself didn’t think it was that bad, not enough to warrant a trip to Holy Island Academy, but who would dare defy His Majesty the King’s orders?

So Beili blinked, thought for a moment, and silently nodded.

Cyril looked at the girl’s thin, paper-like figure, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

The atmosphere grew silent again.

Cyril shifted his gaze to the carriage window, watching the retreating shadows of trees, lost in thought.

No one knew how much time passed.

When Beili was startled awake by the sound of waves, she opened her eyes to find they had already left land and were now at sea.

Their mode of transportation had changed from carriage to ship.

As for how she had been moved from the carriage to the ship while asleep, Beili didn’t dare ask.

The sea breeze stirred up waves across the water, and an island gradually became clear on the horizon.

As the ship docked, Prince Cyril’s servant Eric began to busy himself.

He dragged the heavy suitcases out of the cabin, wiping sweat from his forehead from time to time.

All these suitcases belonged to Prince Cyril, packed with everything he needed for this journey.
“Eric, can you hurry up?”

The owner of the luggage was standing on the dock at this moment, urging coldly, a trace of impatience in his voice, clearly bored with waiting.

Eric looked up and gave a wry smile. “Your Highness, these trunks are so precious because they belong to you! I have to handle them with utmost care, lest I damage your belongings.”

Cyril frowned and said nothing more, gazing around restlessly.

His deep violet eyes finally settled on a man in white in the distance.

The man stood there like a statue, dressed in a long white robe, a silver belt tied at his waist.

Seeing the white robe, Cyril recognized him as someone from the Holy Church Academy.

The members of the Holy Church Academy were powerful individuals sent by various countries.

Although entering the Holy Island meant severing ties with one’s country of birth, who could guarantee there were no secret connections?

On the other side, Beili was looking around, unable to hide her anticipation and curiosity.

“Miss Bartholomew.”

A man’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

Beili paused and turned to look.

A man in white had somehow appeared behind her, smiling as he looked at her.

Ah… Who are you?

Beili asked with her eyes.

“I am Yue, Envoy of the Holy Church Academy, responsible for escorting you to your dormitory at the Healing Hall. Please follow me,” the man in white replied.

Hearing this, and seeing that Cyril did not object, Beili could only nod.

After a brief farewell to the two at the dock, Beili followed the man in white away from the pier.

……

Holy Island Academy was perched atop the island’s cliffs, overlooking the vast blue sea.

Looking up from below, it was a castle of harmonious layers.

The outer walls were built of pure white marble, dozens of tall columns standing, adorned with exquisitely carved reliefs.

Passing through a stretch of golden beach washed clean by the waves, and walking up a small path, one could see a colonnade of white sculpted pillars,

Inside the colonnade were only a few layers of stone steps, at the center of which lay a broad, flat plaza.

At this moment, the plaza and steps were crowded with many children.

They all wore light linen Greek-style robes, exposing one shoulder, the fabric light and flowing, draping down to their ankles.

They looked like figures stepped out of an oil painting-some lounged lazily on the steps, basking in the sun and sea breeze, while others played and joked on the plaza.

Beili followed behind the Holy Church Academy envoy, her expression calm as she crossed the colonnaded plaza, her gaze not wandering out of curiosity, doing her best to keep a low profile.

Suddenly, a burst of cheerful laughter came from a group in the corner.

Beili glanced up, sweeping her eyes over the group without betraying her thoughts.

Through the shifting figures, she unexpectedly met a gaze filled with intense emotion.

That person was holding a creamy dessert, and perhaps because she overheard the group’s discussion, she happened to look over out of curiosity.

Her long, soft pink curls were tousled by the sea breeze.

Her eyes were clear and pure, like those of a fawn in the forest, sparkling like dew when she blinked.

The distinctive pink hair and striking features made Beili instantly certain in her heart-this girl was the center of the story’s whirlpool, the original heroine of the book-Susanna.

Yet at this moment, for some reason, the gaze Susanna cast upon her was filled with terror.”