Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - chapter 14

At Holy Island Academy, there are no divisions by grade or generation.

As long as someone wishes to stay and cannot graduate, they can continue to occupy their family’s spot, studying at Holy Island Academy until old age or death.

Of course, graduating from Holy Island Academy has its own threshold.

Most students who linger on the island for many years fail to leave because they do not pass the graduation assessment.

In short, because the spots are limited, it’s almost every three or five years that one or two new students arrive at Holy Island.

It’s as rare and precious as a little lamb appearing on a sea island.

So when someone pointed excitedly at two figures in the arcade on the plaza, as if discovering a new continent, they exclaimed:

“Look! The envoy from Holy Church Academy has brought a little lamb!”

Everyone couldn’t help but follow the direction indicated.

Indeed, in the arcade stood the white-robed envoy from Holy Church Academy, followed by a lavishly dressed girl with long silver-gray hair.

“The little lamb looks so cold and indifferent. Lance is in big trouble!”

Someone added lightly, causing laughter among those nearby.

On the stone steps, at the center of the crowd, was a young man with short maple-red hair.

His eyelashes fluttered as he lifted his eyelids, his obsidian-like pupils glancing toward the direction of the discussion.

……

On the other side, Susanna was so frightened by the mention of the new student that her face turned pale.

The new student they spoke of was Bartholomew.

Her sister, though not related by blood.

But how could this be…

Her father and mother had clearly promised her that even if Bartholomew returned to the Constance Family, their love for her would not change.

And the spot at Holy Island Academy…

Had they gone back on their word?

At this thought, Susanna’s heartbeat quickened.

Though she did not have Noble blood, after so many years, she had long considered herself a member of the Constance Family…

Even the heir.

If only her sister were still lost out there…

Such a thought involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Susanna sat stiffly on the stone steps for a long time, not even noticing when the dessert in her hand fell to the ground.

Beili was led to the top floor of the dormitory building.

In front of an attic room.

“Since there are no vacant dormitories in the academy, we can only ask you to stay here for now.”

Messenger Yue explained.

The attic door was open, and inside were only a few simple pieces of furniture, as if it had been tidied up temporarily.

The attic room seemed rather small, but fortunately, there was a round arched floor-to-ceiling window in the wall, offering a view of the sea and sky outside, which made up for the room’s shortcomings.

Having completed his task, Messenger Yue smiled gently.

“Miss Bartholomew, you must be hungry. Please rest in the dormitory for now. Food and clothing will be delivered soon.” He bid farewell politely.

Beili nodded, watching Messenger Yue leave.

After a while, food and fresh clothes were brought to the room.

The folded clothes were different from those worn by the students in the plaza.

Beili shook out the clothes and laid them flat, seeing a white undershirt, a long black skirt, and a black-and-white headscarf.

This… looked more like the attire worn by the Nun who had just delivered the items?

A bit puzzled, she lifted the food box beside her and saw smoked sausages, jam muffins, milk, and a dessert.

Raising her brows slightly, Beili suddenly felt hungry, and all other concerns were temporarily set aside.

She took off her elaborate ceremonial dress, changed into the black skirt, and sat at the table to eat.

Her gaze passed through the window, looking out at the sea view.

The sound of waves crashing against the rocks echoed loudly.

Seagulls skimmed across the surface of the sea, their white wings glimmering in the sunlight.

She chewed quietly, gradually accepting her current situation.

After all, if she wanted to find a way back, the collection of Teleportation Magic books in the Holy Island Academy library should be richer and more advanced than those in the Santos Kingdom.
So I must seize this opportunity for treatment and search carefully.

As she was pondering this, two knocks sounded at the door.

Beili opened the door and saw the Nun who had brought her clothes and meal earlier, now standing at the doorway with a tray.

The Nun smiled at her and placed a plate of fruit on the table.

“Miss Bartholomew, this is your afternoon tea.”

So sumptuous-no wonder the maids of the Constance Family all want to come to Holy Island Academy.

Using a silver fork, Beili brought a piece of fruit to her mouth, silently watching the Nun tidy up the lunch box she had left from her midday meal.

The Nun didn’t seem much older than Bartholomew, but she was tall, with some freckles on her cheeks and nose.

The first time she delivered a meal, the Nun seemed somewhat wary of Beili.

By the second delivery, she had relaxed, gradually revealing her cheerful and talkative nature.

Seeing that Beili hadn’t brought any luggage, the Nun took the initiative to ask if she was missing anything, and then went on to introduce some aspects of Holy Island Academy.

It was through the Nun’s introduction that Beili gained a general understanding of Holy Island Academy, including the Magic Lock on the corridor outside the attic room.

…Magic Lock?

Beili deliberately showed a surprised and puzzled expression, signaling for her to elaborate on this topic.

“Oh, yes, the Magic Lock on the corridor not only prevents you from leaving the attic room, but also protects you from harm.”

“After all, Holy Island Academy is home to a group of Nobles who wield magic… Miss Bartholomew is a Noble too! Of course, I’m not speaking ill of Nobles, I just mean that some Nobles are extremely arrogant, and encountering such people can easily lead to trouble…”

The Nun seemed to recall something, her expression turning odd for a moment, but she quickly returned to normal.

Although Holy Island Academy has a dining hall, there is no meal delivery service.

When it’s time to eat, students usually send their own servants to collect food from the dining hall.

The reason Beili had her meals delivered was because the passage from the attic room to downstairs was sealed by a Magic Lock.

Simply put,

The moment she stepped into this attic room, her freedom was restricted.

Beili had considered this outcome.

After all, she had come to Holy Island Academy under the premise of being polluted and in need of purification.

She was not a student of Holy Island Academy, and therefore had no right to borrow Magic Books from the library, let alone study Advanced Teleportation Magic.

Fortunately, she had time.

She could only act according to circumstances.

For now, the most important thing was to rest well.

Thinking this, Beili drew the curtains, lay down on the soft, comfortable bed, and closed her eyes to catch up on sleep.

The setting sun melted into gold.

The boundary between sky and sea was tinged with a golden-orange hue.

Beili’s sleep was far from peaceful.

In her dreams, it seemed someone was leaning close, whispering in her ear. She could even feel a cold breath brushing against her earlobe with each word, but as she struggled between sleep and wakefulness, it dissipated like a cloud.

Was it… a nightmare?

With that thought, she calmed down.

But in the next moment, someone reached out, their movements gentle, like stroking downy feathers, slowly gliding across her cheek, finally resting a fingertip on her lips.

Feeling the cold touch, she was startled, her heart pounding violently.

She tried to get up, but couldn’t control her limbs.

Her whole body strained, cold sweat beading on her forehead, but her eyelids felt weighted with lead and wouldn’t open no matter what she did.

She was weak and helpless, like a fish on a chopping board, able only to tremble slightly, waiting for something terrible to happen.

But nothing happened.

Only indistinct whispers, and sighs mingled with those whispers.

The dream stretched on endlessly.

At last, that person gently kissed her.