Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 137

Chapter 137

It was terrifying.

It sparked a wave of panic among the servants.

Whenever Miss Bertie let out so much as a sigh near them, they couldn’t help but wonder wildly if the God of Death would descend upon them that very night…

‘Moreover, Miss Bertie never considered the feelings of those she prophesied about.’

‘I remember one day Madam Swan-oh… that is, Miss Bertie’s mother-came to visit. Madam Swan stroked her flat belly and brought good news, saying that Miss Bertie’s husband would soon be born, and Miss Bertie would no longer be alone.’

‘However, Miss Bertie told Madam Swan directly that the child in her womb would be a stillborn.’

‘Madam Swan was furious. She slapped Miss Bertie and said that Miss Bertie’s words would bring a curse upon the entire Swan Family.’

‘Madam Swan pinned Miss Bertie to the ground, screaming orders for her to take back what she had just said and never speak of it again.’

‘In response, Miss Bertie told Madam Swan that not only would the child be stillborn, but Madam Swan’s own life would reach its end on the night the stillborn was delivered.’

‘I was absolutely terrified at the time. I could only watch helplessly as Madam Swan lost control, picking up a cup of freshly brewed black tea and smashing it against Miss Bertie’s head.’

The person describing it still felt a chill down her spine as she recalled this vivid memory.

“It seems her Prophecy Art was growing stronger…”

Beili listened to the Information Broker’s description and paused for a moment before speculating, “Is there a connection to the boy’s death?”

“That’s unclear,” the Information Broker replied.

There was no evidence to prove that within the Swan Family, the death of one child would strengthen the abilities of the other.

The Swan Family knew nothing of this.

After all, in a Western fantasy world, the abilities granted by pure bloodlines were mysterious, requiring every family to constantly dig deeper and investigate.

It was a process of trial and error.

It was just that some unlucky families would decline or even vanish during that process.

“As for why this family disappeared, I found several commoners who once served her. I heard a consistent story from them-”

The Information Broker pulled up a nearby chair, sat down, and continued slowly.

The Swan Family was required to perform divination and prophecy for the Royal Family at regular intervals.

This was usually handled by the Swan couple, but since Madam Swan died during childbirth, the responsibility for the Prophecy Art fell to Miss Bertie.

However, on the day before the prophecy was to be performed…

Miss Bertie suddenly gathered all the servants who served her and ordered them to find excuses to take leave, depart from the palace, and go into hiding.

The further away, the better.

‘Miss Bertie said she foresaw that our end did not lie within the palace.’

‘Miss Bertie said the Swan Family was about to vanish.’

‘Miss Bertie said this was a prophecy, and it was fate; it could not be changed.’

…

Beili’s red eyes narrowed slightly, her brow furrowing.

She carefully organized the information provided by the Information Broker in her mind, her tone somewhat hesitant as she surmised:

“The disappearance of the Swan Family is related to that prophecy performed for the Royal Family.”

“Because Bertie Swan foresaw that the Swan Family would perish because of the prophecy she gave to the Royal Family, she had those servants flee the palace in advance.”

Just like the Flea Nest that had been washed clean of blood.

Bertie Swan knew that many people in the palace would become sacrificial offerings for that Prophecy Art.

Therefore.

From that prophecy, the Royal Family learned some incredibly shocking information.

Or perhaps, a deeply hidden secret of theirs was exposed by Bertie Swan’s prophecy.

Was Bertie Swan’s prophecy related to the Demon’s heart?

“That is your speculation, Miss Bartholomew.”

“I can only relay the intelligence I’ve gathered to you.”

The Information Broker spread his hands and said to her leisurely, “According to the commoners who fled the palace, there was indeed no word of the Swan Family after that prophecy, and no one in the palace ever saw them again.”

“So, Miss Bartholomew’s speculation makes a lot of sense.”

Beili’s expression remained calm. As she listened and processed the information, she suddenly noticed something amiss.

Shifting from her semi-reclined posture to sitting up straight, she asked:

“If the child Madam Swan gave birth to was stillborn, did Bertie Swan later marry and have children with someone else?”

“…Marry and have children?”

“The commoners who fled the palace didn’t mention anything about that…”

The Information Broker paused, his tone tinged with confusion as he explained, “If something as important as marriage and children had happened, they certainly would have mentioned it. But not a single person brought it up, so there likely weren’t any.”

“…”

No marriage or children?

Then whose child was Susanna?

The atmosphere in the room turned somewhat eerie due to the young girl’s silence and her tightly knit brows.

Her fingertips gripped the armrest of the chair slightly, then she took a soft breath and slowly shook her head.

Susanna had the blood of the Swan lineage flowing through her; there was no doubt about that.

According to the Swan Family tradition of continuing the bloodline with only one boy and one girl per generation…

After Bertie’s mother, Madam Swan, passed away, Susanna could only have been born to Bertie Swan.