Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 179

Chapter 179

After a brief moment of darkness, Beili found herself perched on the frame of a portrait.

The painting depicted Cyril as a young child and hung on a wall. Steadying herself on the frame, she quickly scanned her surroundings and realized she was in Cyril’s Palace Chamber.

The sound of a man speaking reached her ears.

“Your Highness, the investigation is complete. The doctor who performed the heart surgery on the King is named Cassius Alfredo.”

Then came the sharp whistle of an arrow slicing through the air.

A second later, the arrow thudded into a wooden dummy.

Beili shifted her gaze quickly, seeing Cyril focused on his archery practice. Behind him, a Knight clad in armor knelt on one knee, reporting on his findings.

Cyril listened, giving a low, noncommittal hum.

“And where is he now?” the youth asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

“We found that he recently accepted a Commission Order from the Constance Family to look after the safety of the Constance Family’s eldest daughter,” the Knight replied. “However, he hasn’t been seen since he took a leave of absence recently.”

Cyril frowned. “Did you check his residence?”

“We did. It’s been cleared out; nothing remains but an empty house,” the Knight added. “He may have property elsewhere. We questioned his neighbors, and according to their descriptions, the doctor appeared friendly but actually had no social interaction with them at all.”

“Find him,” Cyril commanded. “Once you find him, bring him to see me. Tell him I have questions for him.”

Then, his purple eyes cooling slightly, he raised his bow and fired another arrow at the wooden dummy.

This shot was incredibly precise, hitting the dummy exactly where its heart would be.

At that moment, the scene plunged into darkness once more.

Beili expected to open her eyes and wake up in reality. Based on her previous experience in the King’s dream, she should have returned to the real world after witnessing three memory fragments.

But this time was different.

After the darkness lasted for several seconds, the scene shifted again.

It was still night.

The night sky was heavy, like a shroud of black silk draped over the world. Amidst the surrounding trees and grass, occasional specks of pale green fireflies flitted by.

Beili looked up to see rows of neatly arranged tents appearing silently before her eyes. Not far away, a massive bonfire had already burned out. The occasional crackle of stones or branches breaking within the embers sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

This was the forest on the outskirts of the city. It was the time of the Royal Hunt.

Beili was currently perched atop a tent. Just as she recognized the timeline of this dream sequence from the familiar scenery, a well-known voice spoke from behind her.

“Bartholomew…”

The voice was low and cold, as if tempered in ice.

“I warned you never to appear in my dreams again.”

Beili could hardly believe her ears. The moment she heard Cyril’s words, she felt her heart skip a beat before leaping into her throat. The tent beneath her feet felt as though it were about to collapse.

Just as she was gripped by the terrifying thought that she had been caught red-handed spying on his dreams and was about to stammer out an excuse, another voice drifted from behind her.

“But Your Highness, I wanted to see you.”

The voice replied with a hint of bashfulness. “You wanted to see me too, didn’t you?”
“Otherwise, why would Your Highness come here looking for me and call out my name?”

That affected, yet incredibly familiar voice left Beili frozen in place, her mind going completely blank.

Because that was Bartholomew’s voice.

In other words, it was her own voice, only it sounded gentler and more bashful than how she usually spoke.

But help me…

Why was she talking to him like that in Cyril’s dream?

Filled with confusion and shock, Beili turned her stiff body around to look behind her.

She saw Cyril remain silent for a few seconds before striding toward the version of her with gray hair and red eyes.

Without hesitation, he reached out and pulled her into his arms.

This time, his sleek black hair was buried against her silver-gray locks.

Wait a minute?

This was completely different from what had happened in reality.

Beili remembered that night clearly; she had seen Cyril holding Susanna.

Consequently, the scene before her eyes left her utterly bewildered.

She watched blankly, her brain stalling and her thoughts in a muddle.

Hold on…

This dream no longer seemed to be a scene Cyril had actually experienced.

It was likely a dream Cyril was currently having.

A normal, ordinary dream.

“Bartholomew…”

Before she could straighten out her thoughts, Cyril tightened his arms, embracing the ‘her’ in his hold.

“On the day of the Coming-of-Age Ceremony, I will propose to you in my capacity as the first-in-line heir to the Sainthos Royal Family.”

His cold voice turned slightly husky as it softened. Cyril spoke with solemn gravity:

“Bartholomew, you will be my only wife for the rest of my life.”

Beili: ???

Was Cyril crazy? Or were her ears playing tricks on her?

Beili suddenly felt as if she were in a lava-filled purgatory; even the tent beneath her feet seemed to turn scalding hot.

Perhaps because she was peeking into the dream, the direction of Cyril’s dream had become terrifyingly macabre.

She needed to leave this dream immediately.

However, she didn’t know how to get out.

Based on her previous experiences, as long as her own Mana was exhausted and the Dream Domain collapsed without Mana to support it, she would naturally leave the Dream Domain and return to the real world.

But something had gone wrong this time.

Maybe it was because after her trip to Blood Curse Town, the Black Bone Scythe had absorbed a massive amount of Mana, leading to her current Mana Pool being much larger.

Or perhaps it was because her skill in opening a Dream Domain had become more proficient, and she was no longer wasting excess Mana.

Whatever the case, this dream was lasting much longer than usual.

In short, the dream showed no signs of ending, and in her anxiety, every second felt like an eternity.

Beili was even forced to watch in her Butterfly Form as Cyril cupped ‘her’ face and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

The two then embraced each other.

Beili felt like her head was about to explode; she was losing her mind internally.

But her reason told her that she couldn’t rush out now and force Cyril to wake up.

That would only give her away.

Clearing her mind and thinking rapidly, Beili suddenly remembered an experience where she had left someone’s dream before-

It was the first time she had entered Lisa’s dream.

At that time, she had unexpectedly caught a bouquet decorated with a severed head. Startled, she had instinctively turned around and exited the dream through Lisa’s Dream Gate.

A gate.

Yes, she had to find the gate.