Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 181

Chapter 181

This reminded Beili once again of the information Doctor Cassius had previously revealed to her-

It was through his introduction that Susanna had been able to enter Constance Castle and become the adopted daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Constance.

This completed Beili’s previous bold hypothesis.

Bertie Swan had not met her death after the prophecy; perhaps she had been quietly spirited out of the palace by Doctor Cassius using some unknown method.

That was why Susanna was able to be born into this world so smoothly afterward.

…

After recording everything she had seen in the dream, Beili let out a soft sigh of relief.

At that moment, the Constance Family carriage happened to arrive back at their house in the Imperial City.

Beili gently patted Madam Constance to wake her.

With one hand, she supported the still-weary woman, while with the other, she cradled the equally exhausted Black Lamb.

The three of them entered the house together.

After dinner, Madam Constance was no longer as enthusiastic or leisurely as she had been the day before, when she had invited Beili to watch the sunset on the balcony.

Beili could clearly see that Madam Constance now wanted nothing more than to take a comfortable bath and relax her tense muscles and aching feet.

Of course, before the woman left, she did not forget to give a solemn reminder:

“Remember to bathe the lamb, Luoluo. Every single day.”

This was because Madam Constance had also noticed that Bartholomew’s neck was still heavily powdered today, and she was wearing a silk scarf the same color as her dress to hide certain marks.

“Every single day.”

Madam Constance took two steps, then turned back to repeat herself.

“I know.”

After finishing her dinner, Beili had no choice but to instruct the servants to fill a tub with warm water of a suitable temperature.

…

Ever since Miss Bartholomew had brought back a lamb, an Infant Bathtub had appeared in the house’s bathroom the very next day.

It was perfectly suited for bathing a lamb.

When Beili carried the Black Lamb into the bathroom, the Infant Bathtub was already filled with warm water.

A milk-scented balm with special hair-conditioning properties had been added to the water, filling the entire room with a sweet fragrance.

How thoughtful, Beili couldn’t help but marvel.

Naturally, the servants had offered to do it-saying she could rest and leave the task of washing the lamb to them.

Beili had refused.

It was only right that she wash her own sheep.

With that thought in mind, Beili placed the Black Lamb into the tub.

She gave it a general wash first, let it soak for a while, and then used a soft, dry towel to wipe the water from its fleece.

The Black Lamb was extremely well-behaved throughout the entire process, not struggling at all, and it didn’t even bleat.

It simply closed its eyes for a while, then opened them again.

Occasionally, when Beili looked up, she would find those golden eyes quietly ‘watching’ her.

Once she had dried the Black Lamb’s fleece, she followed through on her promise to use a brush to comb away its loose wool before finally placing it on the bed.

“You look so weak. Do you need me to get you something to eat?”

Beili crouched by the bedside, her finger gently tapping the Black Lamb’s nose.

A certain sheep tiredly lifted its eyelids, its golden eyes ‘watching’ her, seemingly showing a flicker of interest in her offer of ‘something to eat.’

Beili recalled this Demon’s diet-hearts and eyeballs.

Oh, of course, he also occasionally used the Black Robe he wore to absorb blood, which could be considered a more subtle way of feeding.
“Eyes and a heart… would a fish’s do? Though they might be a bit fishy,” Beili suggested in a small, tentative voice.

She had just taken a look around the kitchen and seen a few live fish in the water tank.

“…”

A certain sheep’s response was to simply close its beautiful golden eyes again.

He really was a picky eater.

Her lips curled slightly as Beili let out a soft laugh, lowering her voice.

“Then just get some good rest in the room. We’ll go look for Mana tomorrow.”

The Black Lamb kept its eyes closed and let out a soft ‘baa’ in agreement.

…

Unlike Ashera, Beili’s Mana Pool hadn’t hit rock bottom after opening the Dream Domain this time.

In Blood Curse Town, the Black Bone Scythe had indeed harvested quite a bit of Mana for her, all of which she had fed back into herself.

After taking a bath, Beili changed into her nightgown and slid under the covers.

She propped a pillow behind her back and pulled the parchment notebook out from her Spatial Bracelet once more.

The Black Lamb under the covers had assumed the girl would reach out to hold it so they could sleep in each other’s arms after she got into bed.

But she didn’t.

After waiting for a few seconds, the Black Lamb was forced to burrow out from under the blanket and climb onto her lap.

Beili had grown accustomed to the presence of the lamb-cushion. Her deep red gaze fell upon the slightly messy handwriting on the pages, the result of her rapid note-taking.

She knit her brows slightly, contemplating her next move.

If she wanted to get the heart back, her only option might be to start with Cyril.

But how should she go about it?

‘Your Highness, if you don’t want the heart, give it to me. I have a use for it.’

Saying it so bluntly would obviously expose the fact that she was searching for the three items.

If she said that to Cyril, he would likely execute her on the spot.

Beili poked her head with the feathered end of her quill, feeling a bit of a headache coming on.

She needed to think the method through carefully.

Furthermore, the heart wouldn’t leave the King’s body until after Cyril’s Coming-of-Age Ceremony.

She had to take it one step at a time; she couldn’t afford to be too hasty.

The best approach would be to find out the time and location of the heart transplant surgery and relay that information to Ashera. That way, he could snatch the heart back directly during the window when it left the King’s body.

This way, she wouldn’t have to show her face, and taking the heart wouldn’t implicate the members of the Constance Family.

However, this depended on Ashera’s intentions. After all, he was bound by certain contract taboos that she wasn’t fully aware of.

At this thought, Beili’s mind became a bit muddled again.

Fortunately, there was still some time before Cyril’s Coming-of-Age Ceremony.

The matter of the heart could be set aside for now. Over the next few days, she needed to let Ashera absorb some Mana.

Besides, a heart transplant surgery was by no means simple.

Because this heart was extraordinary, the King would surely need to find a doctor he could trust to perform it.

Speaking of trustworthy doctors, Beili thought of Doctor Cassius again.

Now, it wasn’t just Cyril who wanted to see him; Beili was also desperate to meet Doctor Cassius.

She had far too many questions to ask him.

If, to Doctor Cassius, the two of them had already met across several centuries and multiple reincarnations, their relationship should be very stable.

Based on that…

If she asked, Doctor Cassius Alfredo would answer her truthfully… right?