Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 176

Chapter 176

As they chatted, Beili noticed that Cyril had suddenly become quiet.

Beneath his short, messy black hair, his exquisite face softened as his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth relaxed.

When this man was asleep, his looks alone were breathtaking.

He looked like an angel. But only when he was asleep.

Yes, Cyril had fallen asleep.

Those close to the Music Box were more susceptible to the effects of hypnosis magic.

The plan was going smoothly.

Or rather, Cyril had no guard up against her.

Perhaps Cyril believed that with her abilities, she couldn’t possibly do anything to harm him.

Or perhaps there were several High-level Mages hidden nearby to protect the Prince. Beili could only speculate.

However, she had no intention of hurting Cyril. This noble Prince simply needed to have a long, deep sleep here.

A wave of drowsiness began to spread through her mind as well.

Beili knew that the hypnosis magic within the Music Box was starting to affect her too.

“I’m preparing to open the Dream Domain.”

She pulled her arms in, hugging the Black Lamb tightly to her chest and resting her chin on its head.

The lamb looked up from her arms, its golden eyes blinking.

“Come in and help me,” she whispered.

As she spoke, the girl’s jewel-like, deep red eyes gradually closed.

Her vision turned into a blurry blackness.

In the darkness, a speck of starlight appeared like a grain of sand, trailing a silver thread as it fell.

It was as if an invisible hand caught the silver thread, slowly pulling open an oil painting.

Beili opened her eyes.

Once again, she saw several swirling clusters of stars rotating slowly in the night sky, alongside a deep yellow moon that seemed to melt into ribbons.

Her gaze followed the starlight down. Where it landed, a deep blue door appeared amidst a ripple.

The door stood right before her.

Beili looked up slightly, her deep red eyes falling upon the nameplate hanging on the door. It bore a familiar name: ‘Cyril Elvis’.

Her red eyes stared at the nameplate on the door, blinking softly.

Curious, she raised her hand, intending to open the door and see what Cyril was dreaming about.

A strand of cold silver hair brushed against the back of her hand.

She turned her head and saw a figure in a Black Robe with silver hair floating beside her.

Beneath curved black ram horns, his eyelashes hung low. His hollow golden eyes slanted toward her, and his cold, thin lips were pulled into a faint, mocking smile.

She withdrew her hand.

This was the first time she had seen Ashera in his human form since a certain incident last night.

After waking up groggily this morning, Ashera had remained in the form of the Black Lamb. The entire sheep had an air of post-activity morning exhaustion.

Beili, of course, remembered exactly what had happened last night.

After all, the act of soothing the sheep’s agitation had happened twice in one night.

But no matter how awkward it was, she was accustomed to feigning nonchalance to cover it up.

First, a light cough.

“Ahem-we’ll do it the old way.”

She looked at him and said calmly and gently, “I’ll start by transforming Cyril’s dream into things that happened in reality. Then, you push his dreamscape back until the day of the prophecy…”

As Beili spoke, she moved to summon the Morpho Butterflies, but a cold, broad hand gently pressed her hand down.

“No.”

His thin lips parted slightly.

Ashera leaned in close to her, his pale, perfectly sculpted face inches from hers.

He raised a finger and pointed to his own lips, his tone slow and deliberate:

“You should kiss me first.”

Beili: …

Looking at the man’s lips so close to her own, she pursed her mouth, then tilted her face up and pressed her lips against his.

The moment she made contact, those golden eyes curved into a beautiful arc.

Three hundred beast medicine pills-it seemed this fellow had neutralized the effects in just one night.

His body and lips had become cold once again.
Even with all the bloody scent and chill restrained, he was still as cold as a melting block of ice.

However, it brought back a sense of familiarity for Beili.

Actually, cold lips were quite nice to kiss.

Uh-scratch that.

Like a night breeze brushing over a lake, she lingered on Ashera’s lips for a few seconds before pulling away.

This time, the man didn’t insist on a few more kisses.

He tilted his head slightly and lightly licked his lower lip, a trace of a smile playing on the corners of his cold, thin mouth.

“Your emotions just now were very good. I liked them very much.”

He spoke while savoring the moment.

Beili immediately turned her face away and interrupted him by pointing at the door.

“Can we start now?”

“…Of course.”

Ashera’s lips curved slightly as he turned toward the door. However, his arm remained draped over the back of her neck, resting on her shoulder, while his cold fingertips continued to stroke her face with a lingering attachment.

Beili ignored his hand.

Clearing her mind of stray thoughts, she first summoned a single Morpho Butterfly.

Then, visualizing a scene Cyril had actually experienced, she issued a mental command to the Morpho Butterfly.

As if hearing her call, the one butterfly split into two, then continued to multiply repeatedly. In the blink of an eye, it became a vast swarm of Morpho Butterflies.

Waves of shimmering blue-green light fluttered about.

Like puzzle pieces constantly filling in gaps, they perched upon the deep blue door, quickly covering it entirely.

The blue-green light spread evenly across the surface, the glow becoming dazzling.

Then, it gradually faded.

Once the light had completely dissipated, Beili opened the door once more.

A beach shrouded in night appeared. Waves tumbled and shattered against the sand, producing the rhythmic, rising and falling sound of crashing water.

Leaning against the doorframe, she peered through the crack and saw a massive castle made of sea sand in the distance.

There were also two figures, a man and a woman, standing by the castle and talking.

It was her and Cyril.

This was the final day of the Holy Island Competition, the day before the closing Hunt Banquet.

At that time, Beili had just learned that the prisoners from the Confinement Room were also going to be released into the activity grounds. She had a premonition that her plan might end in a miserable failure.

Consequently, she had been in a very gloomy mood, playing the part of a ‘cruel hand’ to the sand sculpture by the beach.

As it turned out, she had been caught red-handed by the sculpture’s owner.

A wave of cold pressed against her back, and several strands of icy silver hair fell straight onto her arm.

Ashera also leaned toward the crack in the door, his face slightly tilted as he quickly perceived the events occurring inside.

Then, he let out a soft chuckle, pulled the girl back by her shoulder, and closed the door.

Massive clouds of black mist rapidly billowed out from his palm as he gripped the doorknob.

Like a heavy storm cloud, the black mist completely enveloped the standing door.

Thinking of something, Beili instinctively shifted her gaze to Ashera’s chest.

Beneath the draped Black Robe, the area over his heart was rapidly caving in.

By the time she withdrew her gaze, the black mist wrapped around the door had vanished.

“It is done.”

Ashera gently opened the door, revealing the palace shrouded in darkness behind it.

“Then I’m going in.”

She had a premonition that Ashera would not enter Cyril’s dream with her this time either.

He was always extremely cautious within a Dream Domain.

Ashera gave a soft “mm” from behind her, and as expected, said nothing else.

Beili glanced back at him, her deep red gaze sweeping over the sunken chest beneath the Black Robe again.

Ashera was tilting his head. After sensing something, he suddenly curved his thin lips and leaned down toward her.

“You want to kiss me. This feeling is truly wonderful.”

He said it so naturally.

“Your perception is no longer accurate after your loss of Mana.”

Beili immediately snapped her head back and performed a Beast Transformation.

A butterfly with shimmering blue-green wings, trailing a wisp of black mist from its tail, flew into the palace.