Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 130

Chapter 130

The Black Bone Scythe absorbed Death Mana many times faster than Beili could on her own.

Its range was also much broader.

Beili felt as though she had only spaced out for a brief moment amidst the hoarse cawing of crows and the eerie, wailing wind.

By the time she snapped back to her senses, the Black Bone Scythe had completely drained the Death Mana from this entire section of the cemetery.

Throughout the process, Doctor Cassius fulfilled his duty as a bodyguard, staying by her side in quiet companionship.

Once she shrunk the scythe back into a pendant and returned it to her necklace, the blonde, blue-eyed man mysteriously announced that he wanted to take her somewhere.

The two returned to the carriage.

After Doctor Cassius gave the location to the coachman, the driver cracked his whip. The trees on either side began to recede slowly as the carriage moved toward its destination.

Beili couldn’t guess where Doctor Cassius intended to take her.

In the Original Book, this vampire second male lead often visited the commoner districts with Susanna to treat the children there.

Since both of them specialized in healing magic, they had endless topics to discuss in that field.

When it came to magic, she and Doctor Cassius shared no common ground.

This was because she was currently walking a very niche, non-mainstream magical path.

The Mana she used was consistent with Ashera’s-it was a darker form of magic.

Perhaps no one besides Ashera could truly relate to her.

Beili didn’t dare to proactively discuss her and Ashera’s niche magic with others, either.

After all, based on the movies and novels she had consumed in the past, the plots usually suggested that if someone’s magic appeared too evil or powerful, that person would almost certainly face ostracization.

And Beili’s magic, nourished by sinful Mana, Death Mana, and the Mana she obtained from Ashera, was visibly growing more and more toward the darkness.

Fortunately, based on what she had seen and heard during this time, she discovered that people in this Western fantasy world didn’t have a clear distinction between good and evil when it came to magic.

Beili suspected this might be related to the fact that the high-ranking classes of this world did not believe in gods.

The distinguished Nobles generally believed that only lowly commoners would place their spiritual reliance on so-called deities.

Gods were of no use at all.

Even the Hybrid Half-beasts understood this clearly.

After all, in this world, pure bloodlines were the only true faith.

A pure bloodline brought status, power, and wealth; all sorts of scarce resources were within easy reach.

Most importantly, it distinguished people from one another, creating a wide, deep, and unbridgeable chasm between them.

…

As her thoughts drifted, Beili felt a faint gaze land on her.

It was very obvious.

Subconsciously lifting her red eyes to look, she found Doctor Cassius sitting opposite her, lost in thought while staring at her again.

…How many times had it been now?

Quickly recalling the day’s events, Beili realized this was the third time Doctor Cassius had been like this.

His pupils, as green and tranquil as a lake, seemed to be fixed on her… neck?

Was there something on her neck?

Or was Doctor Cassius very interested in her Black Bone Scythe?

After all, it was the only thing she was wearing around her neck.

After the servants finished dressing her, they would usually bring over an oval mirror for her to check her reflection.

During that time, the servants would surround her with praise: “Miss Bartholomew is so beautiful,” “Your eyes are stunning today,” “Every strand of your hair is fragrant,” “This dress makes your skin glow”…
Hmm… perhaps that’s why the Nobles in the Imperial City are so arrogant and self-assured; maybe their servants just spend all day showering them with hollow praise. Beili mused.

However, she had been in quite a rush today, eager to head out and test the Black Bone Scythe, so she hadn’t asked the servants to bring her a mirror.

Was there something wrong with her outfit today?

The servants here had all been trained by Arnold, the butler, so such a mistake seemed unlikely.

Knitting her brows slightly in confusion, Beili pulled a compact mirror out of her Spatial Bracelet.

One look was all it took to realize the truth…

Faintly visible on her neck were clusters of un-faded red marks.

They looked like rose petals buried under the snow, slowly coming into view as the sunlight hit and the snow began to melt.

But…

“…”

Beili: ???

After discovering the marks on her neck, Beili froze for two seconds before snapping the mirror shut with a sharp click.

She quickly pulled a black silk scarf from her Spatial Bracelet and wrapped it around her neck without a word.

She tried her best to maintain a calm, indifferent expression on her face.

But internally…

Goddammit!!

It had to be that guy!

It had to be that kiss-addicted Demon!

That stinking goat!

When did he even do it?

Beili had absolutely no memory of it.

She immediately retraced the events of the previous night in her head, eventually narrowing down the time of the crime to-sometime after they entered the Flea Nest last night.

Recalling how her memory had suddenly cut off last night, Beili was essentially certain that she had been given these hickeys during that blackout period.

Once she deduced the timing of Ashera’s crime, Beili suddenly thought of the servants who had helped her get ready in her room this morning.

Perhaps because they hadn’t figured out her temperament yet, or for some other reason…

Despite seeing those suspicious, suggestive marks on her neck, every single one of those servants had kept their mouths shut, stoically enduring the sight without saying a word.

They had even been thoughtful enough to apply a careful, even layer of powder over her neck while doing her makeup, trying their best to hide those red marks.

At the thought of this…

Beili felt like she was about to cough up a pint of blood from sheer frustration.

…

Doctor Cassius’s gaze, as quiet as a still lake, moved from the black silk scarf around the girl’s neck to her face.

Though her exquisite, cold features remained expressionless, her red eyes flickered, and a hint of bashfulness rose from the depths of her gaze.

A faint, elegant curve lifted the corners of the doctor’s lips.

“Please come here. I will treat you.”

He spoke softly, leaning forward and reaching out a hand toward her.

But the girl…

Treat what?

Treat the hickeys Ashera gave her?

Metaphorical black lines slid down her forehead.

She felt even more embarrassed now.

Her calm, indifferent facade cracked, giving way to a flustered panic.

In her haste, Beili scrambled for a terrible excuse, waving her hands as she explained, “There’s no need. It’s just a few mosquito bites…”

“It’s alright.”

He smiled. “I can eliminate mosquito bites as well.”

His raised, fair, and slender hand remained in the air, waiting for her.

“It really is just a few mosquito bites…”

Beili was still trying to bluff her way out.

“Come.”

Doctor Cassius beckoned to her.