Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 168

Chapter 168

Madam Constance smiled and shook her head, stopping her teasing as she handed the dress to her.

“Dear, hurry and try it on…”

Before she could finish her sentence, her gaze landed on the young girl’s neck.

It looked as if it had been rolled over by the scales of a merman, leaving behind a dense cluster of red marks.

Familiar, heavy red marks.

Madam Constance’s hand froze, her eyebrows knitting together again as she cried out in a raised voice, “Who did this?”

Then her volume dropped as she muttered in a confused whisper, “Could Clarence from the Wolf Family have snuck into Butterfly Valley?”

The Black Lamb on the bed immediately tilted its head, seemingly pondering the meaning of her words.

By this time, Beili had already taken the dress from the woman. She quickly pulled it on before picking up the vanity mirror on the table to take a look.

Ugh… there really were a lot.

“I scratched them myself… I had a bit of an allergic reaction while I was sleeping,” she said calmly.

She then opened the lid of a powder cream, picked up a puff, dabbed it, and pressed it over the marks.

Madam Constance didn’t believe the girl’s nonsense at first, but after glancing at the Black Lamb on the bed, she felt it had some level of credibility.

Even though its wool was dark and shiny, it was indeed hard to tell if black fur was clean or not.

“You must bathe it every day, Luoluo. Every single day!” Madam Constance repeated, her tone serious and firm.

Once they were ready, the two left the castle by carriage. When they emerged from the Teleportation Array, Beili once again saw the spacious, clean, and magnificent streets of the Imperial Capital.

…

The young girl held a Black Lamb in her arms.

Madam Constance put an arm around her shoulder as they walked into a tailor shop, saying, “This tailor shop is one of the best in the entire Imperial Capital. Their service is excellent. Just like that boutique we visited in Valniesnow Town, they can custom-make everything for you, from hats and headpieces to shoes and socks.”

After they sat down inside, a clerk brought over several design books containing sketches of various dresses.

“Dear, this one is for you.”

Madam Constance handed her a book and explained, “These are all the latest designs that haven’t been made into ready-to-wear garments yet. You can add your own preferred style to them.”

What was this, DIY haute couture?

This was another instance of Madam Constance taking her out to experience the world, following their time in Valniesnow Town.

Beili flipped through the drawings with some curiosity.

Inside were exquisite and unique dresses designed with line art.

Grand, simple, exaggerated, intricate-every style was represented.

Madam Constance said, “Take your time, dear. You’ll find something you like, or you can even follow your own ideas.”

Beili gave a soft “mm.”

In truth, she wanted to say that she could just pick a dress from her wardrobe to attend Cyril’s Coming-of-Age Ceremony.

She had too many dresses. At first, she had kept them all in her Spatial Bracelet.

It was only after returning to the castle that she cleared out most of them and moved them to her wardrobe, leaving only a few simple ones behind.

That way, she could free up more space in her Spatial Bracelet.

Just as Madam Constance finished speaking with a smile, she was approached by other Nobles in the shop for a chat.

Recently, the Butterfly Family had become a family that everyone in the noble circles sought to flatter.

This was because the Nobles who supported Prince Cyril wanted to win them over, while the Nobles who wanted to support the Second Prince didn’t want the other side’s plans to succeed.

This tailor shop, which only provided custom formal wear for Nobles, was owned by a Noble who, upon receiving news that the mother and daughter of the Butterfly Family were in the shop, rushed over from his residence in the Imperial Capital.
Before long, the area where Madam Constance stood was surrounded by a crowd.

Fortunately, Madam Constance was more than capable of handling herself in social situations.

…

A shop assistant approached, carrying a plate with a slice of blueberry cake, and placed it on the table in front of the young girl.

His gaze swept over the quiet Black Lamb in the girl’s arms, and he asked politely, “Miss, this lamb looks quite adorable. Would you like me to take it to the pet shop for a bath?”

Beili shook her head. “Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.”

The assistant nodded politely and turned to leave.

The cream on the blueberry cake had been mixed with blueberry jam, turning it a somewhat grayish misty blue.

Beili took a bite with a small silver fork. It was cloyingly sweet.

She pinched a fluffy ear.

The Black Lamb raised its head from her lap.

“Do you want a taste?”

She scraped up a bit of cream with a small silver spoon and held it to its mouth.

The Black Lamb gave it a lick.

Two seconds later, a faint teenage boy’s voice emerged from the Black Lamb’s slightly parted mouth.

“It tastes… just like you.”

Beili immediately covered its mouth.

She looked up, scanning the shop.

Aside from the others who had come to order gowns, the rest of the Nobles were fluttering around Madam Constance. No one was paying attention to her corner, and certainly no one had heard what the lamb on her lap had said.

Only then did she whisper bashfully, “Who told you to make jokes like that?”

However, when in Beast Form, vocalization wasn’t something that could be stopped just by covering a mouth.

“I’m… not joking.”

The boy’s voice coming from the Black Lamb sounded somewhat earnest.

“And… more than this, I prefer… yours.”

“Shop assistant-”

Beili stood up abruptly and, as the assistant approached, decisively handed over the Black Lamb.

“About that pet bath you mentioned earlier-after thinking it over, I’ve decided my lamb does need one after all.”

The Black Lamb let out a “baa,” a small sound of protest.

But the assistant took it away regardless.

…

A short while later.

“It was an offer I couldn’t refuse, dear.”

Madam Constance walked back, fanning herself rapidly with her feather fan. She said to the girl, “The owner of the tailor shop said they will have the most famous designer in Sainthos personally design a gown for you.”

Then, Beili heard a long, unfamiliar name from Madam Constance’s lips.

She looked up and saw the excited glint in the woman’s eyes. That faint sense of anticipation made Beili decide not to spoil her fun.

“And so-”

She spoke softly, her voice calm.

“They hope to invite us to the racecourse tomorrow,” Madam Constance said.

Nothing is ever given without a catch; this saying applied just as well to Noble circles.

“Furthermore-”

She continued.

“Luoluo, Mother doesn’t want to keep anything from you.”

Madam Constance’s feather fan swayed gently, creating a light breeze.

“They will also be inviting Prince Cyril. The two of you will meet at the racecourse to catch up on old times.”

Beili frowned slightly, her mind racing.

“Oh, don’t look so gloomy, dear. This is merely a social tactic among Nobles.”

Madam Constance patted her hand gently.

“Mother knows you and the Prince have no ‘old times’ to speak of, so I’m pretending to come over and ask for your opinion. I’ll go back and reject them now.”

“No-”

Beili quickly grabbed Madam Constance as she prepared to turn away.

She had been worrying about not having a chance to get close to Cyril; hadn’t an opportunity just delivered itself right to her door?