Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 149

Chapter 149

Beili watched him, walking past him with a calm composure.

The man’s gaze followed her every step, moving slowly as she went.

When Beili circled behind him, the man twisted his head to its physical limit. It took several seconds for his body to sluggishly follow and turn around.

Honestly…

Beili didn’t know what to say.

Her mood had been sour ever since she left the palace, and encountering such a creepy person who wouldn’t stop staring only made it worse.

So, Beili stopped in her tracks.

With a flick of her hand, two Morpho Butterflies fluttered out, their blue-green wings trailing wisps of black mist. They danced through the air and quickly reached the man’s face.

They shook corrosive powder directly into his bulging, rounded eyes.

The passerby remained sluggish for several seconds after the Morpho Butterflies lunged at his face.

The butterflies had already finished scattering the powder and fluttered back to the girl’s side before the man slowly covered his eyes. He opened his mouth, revealing sparse, sharp teeth, and let out a low, mournful wail that sounded like wind whistling through a door crack.

“This is a warning.”

The girl spoke coldly, then ignored him and turned to leave.

…

The desolation of this town was visible to the naked eye, and its main street was accordingly very short.

Beili walked back to the inn from the cemetery on the edge of town.

Along the way, only three shops were still open for business.

A general store with sparse inventory, a dilapidated and primitive restaurant, and a pharmacy.

The doors and windows of the other buildings were tightly shut, as if the occupants were desperately trying to prevent even a sliver of light from leaking out. Occasionally, the sound of movement from within proved that people still lived there.

After walking along the street for a while, Beili saw the coachman waiting for her at the entrance of the inn.

Seeing her approach, the coachman handed over the keys and said respectfully, “Eldest daughter, I have inspected and prepared the room. It is the second door on the third-floor corridor.”

She nodded slightly and waved her hand at the coachman, signaling that he could leave.

The coachman opened his mouth, looking as if he wanted to say something more.

However, a massive scythe suddenly flew from the other end of the street, hovering behind the girl and casting a shadow over her figure.

The coachman took one look and swallowed his words of concern.

Compared to a magic-wielding Noble like Miss Bartholomew, staying in this town was clearly more dangerous for him.

After all, he didn’t possess the special self-preservation abilities of the Constance Family, the coachman thought silently.

…

Beili naturally knew that the coachman wanted to persuade her to go to Rose Town with him.

In truth, while she was absorbing Mana at the cemetery, the creepy passerby staring at her had already stirred a sense of loathing and irritability in her heart.

The thought of leaving had crossed her mind.

But-

‘When night falls, the Mana here will be even more abundant.’

Beili clearly felt the Black Bone Scythe releasing such a signal to her.

Thus, Beili chose not to leave with the coachman. Instead, she turned toward the stairs and headed up to her room on the third floor.

The door opened, then closed.

Beili scanned the room.

Though the interior was somewhat aged, it had been cleaned. Even the bed had been fitted with new pillows and blankets embroidered with the Constance family crest.

Despite the spray of perfume, a faint scent of age and decay still permeated the air, mixed with the smell of damp mold and hazy dust.
Perhaps it was because the window had been closed.

Beili walked over and pushed it open.

She looked down.

In the open space below, she spotted several people standing there. They were all staring up at her window with nearly identical, vacant expressions.

Beili’s red eyes sharpened. She didn’t bother being polite.

Raising her hand, several Morpho Butterflies quickly flew out through the gap in the window.

They shook down corrosive powder onto the upturned faces and wide, bulging eyes of the people below.

A few seconds later, a chorus of muffled, agonizing screams rose from the ground.

No wonder the window had been shut.

Beili silently closed it.

The Black Bone Scythe hovering behind her finally accepted her initial command-shrinking to the size of a pendant and floating back to the necklace around her neck.

Beili sat down on the edge of the bed. After a moment’s thought, she summoned more butterflies to guard both the door and the window.

Then, she gently stroked the Little Scythe on her necklace, letting it feed the absorbed Mana back into her.

In the next second, her nearly empty Mana Pool began to surge with power once more.

Beili took the opportunity to collapse onto the bed.

She intended to rest for a while.

However, as the incredibly fluffy duvet sank under her weight, her head hit something solid.

That something even moved.

It even let out a terrifying, “Baa!”

Beili shot up instantly. She stood by the bed in disbelief for several seconds.

Then, she cautiously peeled back the covers.

Sure enough, beneath the cloud-white duvet lay a small lamb with glossy black wool.

At that moment, the Black Lamb had its four hooves tucked under its belly, its head resting down, and its golden eyes lowered.

Beili: “…”

“How did you get in here?” Beili asked, trying to act nonchalant.

The Black Lamb didn’t respond. Its golden eyes were half-closed and listless, as if it were dozing off.

“I’m talking to you.”

Beili reached out and tugged on its fuzzy black ears.

When she let go, the ears just flopped back down weakly.

Beili reached out again, pulling both ears up, shaking them, rubbing them, and then rolling them into the shape of two little buns.

The Black Lamb simply closed its eyes and lay motionless on the bed.

This guy looks really weak.

Beili wondered to herself, and then she suddenly remembered how his chest had gradually caved in when he used Mana in the Dream Domain.

So, the Mana Pool in his body right now was probably just like hers-completely bottomed out.

Thinking of this, Beili felt a bit guilty.

It was because she had so confidently proposed the plan to use the King’s dream to find the prophecy that she had egged Ashera into helping her.

Both of them had thought the plan was feasible, so they had agreed and gone all-in.

In the end, she hadn’t seen any sign of a prophecy in the King’s dream at all.

This was terrible.

She had no way to explain herself…

As if sensing her emotions, the golden eyes opened slightly.

The kneaded Black Lamb let out a weak “Baa,” then turned its head to lick the Spatial Bracelet on her wrist. The meaning was clear-

He wanted the concentrated healing potion he used to eat back at Holy Island Academy.

“I don’t have any more of those…” Beili muttered, rummaging through her Spatial Bracelet for a while.

“They’re all gone,” she confirmed.

Then, she watched as the Black Lamb dejectedly lowered its head and slumped back onto the bed.