Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 180

Chapter 180

Having made up her mind, Beili flapped her shimmering blue-green wings and took flight with graceful ease.

With all the light from her Beast Form retracted, the butterfly was completely inconspicuous beneath the shroud of night.

After reaching a high vantage point, she looked down and scanned her surroundings.

Finally, at the edge of the dream, she spotted a deep blue door.

Beili flew toward the door without hesitation. Upon landing, she shifted back into her human form, reached out to open the door, stepped through it decisively, and quickly pulled it shut behind her.

On the ground outside, a Black Lamb was curled up, waiting for her quietly.

Perhaps because she had consumed a vast amount of Mana, the lamb didn’t notice Beili opening and closing the door.

It wasn’t until she walked over and scooped it into her arms that the Black Lamb slowly opened its golden eyes and let out a soft, bleating “baa.”

With that sound, Beili woke from the Dream Domain.

She returned to reality, back to the Rest Area of the racecourse.

Her ruby eyes slowly fluttered open.

In her field of vision, the sleeping profile of the black-haired youth appeared.

His exquisite features had softened, losing their usual sharp edges and coldness.

Cyril hadn’t woken up yet.

Beili sat up and reached out to turn off the Music Box next to Cyril. Only then did those purple eyes slowly open.

His gaze was somewhat hazy as he looked at her.

Then, a flicker of stiff emotion crossed the depths of his purple eyes.

It was obvious; Beili could feel that Cyril was currently experiencing a wave of embarrassment.

Having personally witnessed what he had said in the dream, her heart also felt a bit flustered as she looked into those purple eyes.

Sometimes, dreams are not something the dreamer can control; dreams are chaotic and untethered.

Perhaps he had never even entertained the thought normally, yet he had dreamed of it anyway.

Therefore, she could completely understand why Cyril was embarrassed.

If she were in his shoes and had such a dream, she would be embarrassed too.

Fortunately, it was Cyril’s dream. As long as the owner of the dream kept his lips sealed, no one would ever know what he had dreamed about.

So, Beili only needed to act as if nothing was wrong.

The two of them had simply taken a very harmonious afternoon nap in the Rest Area.

Nothing had happened, and she knew nothing.

However, there was one thing she really wanted to have a proper talk with Cyril about.

That was what he had said in the dream-about proposing to her on the day of his Coming-of-Age Ceremony. If he truly had such a plan, it would be absolutely terrifying.

Just as Beili opened her mouth to say something, the sound of footsteps and the chatting of Nobles gradually approached the Rest Area.

This probably wasn’t the best time to discuss such matters, Beili thought silently.

“Bartholomew…”

“Prince Cyril…”

They spoke at the exact same time.

Ruby-like pupils met amethyst-like eyes, and both immediately looked away as if they had been burned.

Both of them felt an identical sense of awkwardness in that moment.

They both swallowed hard.

After a few seconds of silence-

“I have something to tell you…”

“I have something to tell you…”

Again, in unison.

“…”

“…”

Outside the Rest Area, the footsteps and laughter of the Nobles drew closer.

Cyril instinctively touched his earlobe and gave a light cough, saying coldly, “Then let’s make an appointment for tomorrow. You choose a place to meet.”

Meet?

Oh, absolutely not.

Saying those kinds of things to Cyril’s face would be too terrifying.

Especially after that dream.

“Your Highness, let’s… communicate via letter.”

Steadying her nerves, Beili blinked her red eyes and spoke in a calm tone. “I will write down what I want to say clearly on paper.”

As she spoke, she quickly pulled out stationery and a quill from her Spatial Bracelet and scribbled down an address.

“Please send someone to collect the letter tomorrow, Your Highness.”

She handed the paper to the youth.

Cyril had no objections to her request. He took the paper from her hand and gave a slight nod.

He spoke without much emotion:

“Fine.”

…
Beili recalled the words the youth had spoken in his second dream-

‘That is my future Princess Consort. She asked for my help, and I have no reason to refuse.’

Did those words mean that even if she hadn’t offered the bargaining chip of opening the Third Floor of the library to make a deal with him at the time, he would have still agreed to help?

Come to think of it, Cyril really had been very cooperative with her back then.

Even though he was cold and fierce the entire time.

“…”

-I can’t think about this anymore.

Beili quickly cleared her cluttered thoughts and stood up with a start.

Cold violet eyes followed her figure as she rose, looking at her with a hint of confusion.

“Your Highness, I think I should go find my mother,” she said hurriedly.

“Mm, go on.”

Cyril spoke in a cold voice.

His fair, slender fingers held the paper she had given him, as well as the Music Box.

Beili clenched her fingers slightly in a moment of awkwardness, lifted her skirt, and curtsied to the noble Prince of Sainthos.

Then, she turned to pick up the still-drowsy Black Lamb from the low bed and walked toward the crowd outside the Rest Area.

…

The noble’s horse ranch was truly too large.

Or perhaps, those nobles had intentionally led Madam Constance away just to create more private time for Prince Cyril and Miss Bartholomew.

In any case, after Madam Constance returned to the carriage with Bartholomew, she couldn’t stop sighing-it had been a long time since she had walked such a distance, and it was absolutely exhausting. Even if those horses were interesting, she would never come back again.

Not long after, Madam Constance leaned against the carriage wall and fell asleep.

Beili was currently taking out a parchment notebook and a quill pen from her Spatial Bracelet.

Seeing that Madam Constance was asleep, Beili took a blanket from the carriage’s storage compartment and covered her with it.

Only then did she flip open the parchment notebook.

She used the Black Lamb curled up on her lap as a cushion.

Beili held the quill, the tip scratching rapidly across the notebook as she tried to record the scenes she had witnessed in the dreams as completely as possible.

Ignoring the final dream that had spiraled out of control.

In Cyril’s first dream.

Beili finally learned the prophecy Bertie Swan had given to the Royal Family-

‘The Immortal Butterfly is born. Three items return to their original owner. Sainthos meets its destruction.’

Could the Immortal Butterfly be referring to her?

Beili felt a faint doubt in her heart, yet she didn’t dare to be certain just yet.

However, it was true that she was currently helping Ashera retrieve three items.

As for the final line, ‘Sainthos meets its destruction,’ the tip of Beili’s quill paused on those words for a moment.

She lifted the notebook and glanced at the Black Lamb, which was quietly closing its eyes and curled into a black Donut.

After a moment’s thought, she rested the notebook back on it.

Then, she drew a horizontal line under that sentence and added an arrow after it.

Following the arrow, Beili wrote a sentence seriously-

‘I’ll have to sign another contract, just in case this guy tries to cause chaos.’

In the second dream.

Beili could basically confirm that Ashera’s heart was inside the King’s body.

Furthermore, from their conversation, she learned that the King planned to remove the heart from his body after Cyril’s Coming-of-Age Ceremony and give it to Cyril as a gift.

That is, placing the heart into Cyril’s body.

Although Cyril had rejected it with anger and indignation, the King’s indifferent tone gave her a strong premonition-His Majesty the King would definitely not give up on this plan easily.

Thus, Beili gripped her quill and circled the words ‘Coming-of-Age Ceremony,’ added an arrow, and wrote four words after it-

‘Can I intercept it?’

As for the third dream.

She knew Cyril was looking for Doctor Cassius.

Because Doctor Cassius Alfredo was precisely the doctor who performed the heart transplant surgery for His Majesty the King.

Beili couldn’t help but recall the bat she had seen in the first dream.

It had flown out of the white skull and then landed on Bertie Swan’s cloak.

Cassius was a vampire, a member of the Blood Clan, and his Beast Form was exactly that of a bat.