Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 144

Chapter 144

The cold metal mask on the youth’s face continued to brush against her neck.

Beili knit her brows slightly and whispered, “It’s fine if we don’t go far. He was already responsible for monitoring this area anyway.”

Rather than sneaking around the King’s chambers, it was better to appear out in the open.

At the very least, that mage now knew there were two sleeping drunks here.

This had been her plan from the very beginning.

Beili slowly slid down the wall, reaching out to grab the youth’s black robe and pulling him down to sit beside her.

Looking up at the crescent moon hanging high in the sky, she said softly, “It’s about time to start.”

The youth let out a sigh.

“Alright.”

Then, he took the girl’s hand. Just as they had done in the library of Holy Island Academy, he leaned his head against her shoulder.

Beneath the mask, his hollow golden eyes closed, signaling his readiness to enter the Dream Domain.

Beili closed her eyes.

A grain of starlight, like a speck of sand, appeared in the darkness.

That light fell like a shooting star, plunging into the black surface of the water and sending out a ripple that spread in a circle.

Beili took a soft breath and opened her eyes.

She found herself standing in a void of darkness.

…

Endless darkness, silent and still.

Only a single door, covered in ornate carvings, stood before her.

Beili looked up slightly at the plaque hanging on the door. It bore the name of the King of Santos: ‘Cumberland Elvis’.

She gently pushed the door open a crack, wanting to see what kind of dream His Majesty was currently having.

However, inside the door, it was still pitch black. There was nothing at all.

“What is this? No dream?”

Feeling strange, she couldn’t help but mutter under her breath.

“Some people don’t like to dream.”

A man with curved black ram horns suddenly appeared behind her.

Beili was startled by him, nearly falling through the doorway.

After steadying herself, she turned back and glared at him.

Unfortunately, the man couldn’t see it.

However, he could sense her clearly fluctuating emotions.

He leaned down slightly, his tall frame looming over her.

“Because most of the time, people reveal their greedy and brutal sides in their sleep.”

With a faint, knowing smile, he continued:

“After all, people are out of control when they dream. If they accidentally talk in their sleep and expose secrets they’ve tried so hard to hide, it would be quite troublesome.”

His tone was casual, but his words were heavy with meaning.

“Moreover, as long as the person who hears the sleep-talk doesn’t speak of it, the dreamer will never know when their secrets were exposed.”

Hearing him say so much, Beili thought for a moment and couldn’t help but whisper a question:

“Then… did I talk in my sleep while I was sleeping?”

The corners of his cold, thin lips curled up slightly.

Ashera didn’t answer the question directly. Instead, he leaned his weight against her back, reaching out to pat the top of her head gently. He let out a low, laughing sigh:

“My dear Little Butterfly, so you do have secrets you’re trying your best to hide.”

“Everyone has secrets. Don’t tell me you don’t.”

As Beili spoke, she used her elbow to nudge the person behind her and turned to face him.

“So, what do we do now?”

She pointed to the empty darkness behind the crack in the door, returning to the main topic. “We have to make him dream.”

“Creating dreams is your forte, my dear Little Butterfly.”

Ashera lowered his head, his voice soft and low.

“I don’t know much about dreams.”

Then, with a hint of mockery in his tone, he added, “Your heart is full of doubt. It seems you don’t know much about dreams either.”
“Since you know, then hurry up and think of something…”

Beili’s voice trailed off as she suddenly remembered-

Back when she first opened the Dream Space, back when she first used Mana.

She had once transformed the dream from the cage holding Ashera into an attic room.

She still remembered the method she used to change the dream back then.

All she needed to do was…

Her dark red eyes flickered. Beili immediately shut the door labeled ‘Cumberland Elvis’ and raised her hand, summoning a Morpho Butterfly.

Ashera clearly noticed that she had recalled the method for creating dreams. He curled his lips into a smile and added in a slow tone, “Remember to make him dream of things that actually happened. Only then will time not become chaotic when it rewinds.”

Something His Majesty the King of Sainthos actually experienced…

Beili nodded, contemplating the scene before issuing a command to the Morpho Butterfly in her mind.

As if hearing her call, the Morpho Butterfly split into two, then continued to divide and multiply like cells, their numbers increasing several times over in the blink of an eye.

Shimmering blue-green lights fluttered their wings, flying toward the ornate, relief-carved door and gradually covering it entirely.

The blue-green light, flickering like stars, spread evenly across the surface before slowly fading away.

Once the light had completely dissipated, Beili opened the door again.

The empty darkness had turned into a lush mountain forest.

Branches and leaves were intertwined.

Great swathes of sunlight poured down, leaving only scattered spots of light after passing through the foliage.

“It worked…”

Beili gripped the doorframe, her red eyes shimmering as she looked at a group of people dressed in finery in the distance. They stood in a circle, letting out bursts of hypocritical gasps and admiring blessings.

This was the final day of the Royal Hunt.

All the Nobles of the Santos Kingdom and their families were watching-His Majesty the King of Sainthos was using the Golden Spear, laboriously hunting a deer over and over again.

A strand of cold silver hair fell straight onto her shoulder.

Like a young girl, Ashera leaned his head toward the crack in the door, quickly perceiving what was happening inside.

“Well done, my dear Little Butterfly.”

He praised her in a low, soft voice.

The next second, as if sensing something, the curve of his lips froze.

“It’s just… hmm…”

He tilted his head, his voice trailing off as he thought.

“I sense two types of irritating emotions.”

Having said that, Ashera placed his hand over her knuckles on the doorknob, while his other hand gripped her shoulder, gently pulling her back.

He shut the door.

Beili knew Ashera intended to make the time within the dream move backward.

She stepped aside to give him space.

However, the hand on her shoulder didn’t move; it felt like a rigid stone, forcing her to stay pinned in place.

Ashera lowered his hollow golden eyes, ‘looking’ at the girl thoughtfully, his fingers tapping irregularly against her shoulder.

Noticing this, Beili immediately looked up and asked crossly:

“What is it? What wicked scheme are you cooking up now!”

The curve of his lips deepened as he said lazily:

“Once you come out of the dream, it will be your turn to give me a reward, my dear Little Butterfly.”

The moment he spoke, a massive amount of black mist billowed out from the palm he had placed on the doorknob.

The black mist was like a heavy dark cloud, enveloping the standing door.

Even though the man couldn’t see it, Beili still rolled her eyes at him.

Seriously… I’m helping you, and you’re asking me for a reward?

“I should be the one saying that to you,” Beili said irritably.