Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 192

Chapter 192

Beili had forgotten exactly how she returned to Butterfly Valley, or how she made it back to Constance Castle.

She only remembered eating dinner in the dining hall, returning to her room to take a bath, and then pulling back the covers to crawl into bed.

Soon, she fell into a muddled sleep.

Early the next morning.

Duchess Constance hurriedly pulled her out of bed. With bleary eyes, Beili heard a long, complicated name fall from Duchess Constance’s lips.

She thought about it groggily for two seconds before realizing the name belonged to that designer who was rumored to be one of the best in Sainthos.

That was the stubborn Old Lady who wouldn’t even let Beili catch a glimpse of her sketches.

As she slowly woke up, Beili learned that the people from the Tailor Shop had already delivered the custom Evening Gown to Constance Castle.

After washing up, she followed Duchess Constance to the Dressing Room.

The staff from the Tailor Shop were already inside. They opened a large trunk, took out the gown hanging within, and gently helped the young girl put it on.

Beili heard the staff mention-

Usually, the Old Lady would come along at this time to check the final effect of the Evening Gown on the wearer.

If she was in a good mood, the Old Lady would even instruct the makeup artists on what kind of look should accompany the gown.

“But the elderly mistress fell ill from working through the night to finish the job, so she couldn’t come with us,” the staff member explained apologetically.

Duchess Constance sighed with some surprise.

“I’ve always heard that this designer has a difficult temper and only designs two outfits a year at most. I didn’t expect her to take two orders in such a short period. She’s really pushing herself.”

“What you said is entirely correct, Duchess,” the staff member explained to Duchess Constance.

“Before this, she would never have worked so desperately. Usually, she only designs the gown and then leaves the actual sewing to her subordinates.”

“But these past few days, it’s as if she was possessed. She took a last-minute rush order and insisted on not only the design but also sewing the garment herself. She wouldn’t listen to any advice to the contrary.”

“She worked day and night for several days to finish the clothes. As soon as they were done, she collapsed from illness.”

Duchess Constance let out a soft ‘oh’ and asked curiously,

“Who was that other outfit made for? Could it be Prince Cyril?”

“Prince Cyril? Oh, certainly not.”

“Prince Cyril’s attire began its design phase a year ago. Moreover, the Old Lady only needed to hand over a few design drafts for the Prince to choose from, and then the palace arranged for people to make the clothes.”

“And I heard it was completed a month ago. As for who the owner of this recent order is…” The staff member shook her head. “The mistress didn’t reveal that.”

…

The people from the Tailor Shop and Duchess Constance were chatting animatedly, but Beili, on the other side of the room, didn’t hear a word of it.

Her thoughts were in disarray.

She was trying her best to remain calm while mentally sorting through everything that had happened since she arrived in this world.

Of course, the focus of her review was every little detail she had experienced while being with Ashera.

She carefully recalled those minute details-the clues she had inadvertently overlooked, which had seemed a bit strange at the time.

Ashera’s heart was with her.

Yes, unfortunately, that was an unchangeable fact.

If Ashera’s heart hadn’t been placed into Bartholomew’s body by Doctor Cassius, then Bartholomew’s end would have been death by drowning. Bartholomew would have vanished from this world.
So.

Even more unfortunately, she was now faced with two vastly different scenarios.

The first scenario:

Ashera had no idea that his heart was inside her from beginning to end.

He couldn’t sense the location of his own heart and, just like her, mistakenly believed it was within the body of the King of Sainthos.

If this were the case, then Ashera truly liked her.

The feelings between them were sincere, earnest, and real.

In that case, she would only need to struggle with the internal conflict of whether or not she should return the heart to him.

If she decided to return it to its original owner, how should she do it, and when would be the right time?

And if she chose not to return it, what would happen next?

Then there was the second scenario.

Ashera was perfectly aware that his heart was inside her body.

Perhaps he had known from the very beginning, or perhaps he started to notice when he was transferring Mana to her…

Regardless of when he found out, Ashera had frequently appeared before her afterward, proactively sharing his Mana and kissing her deeply time and time again.

He made her heart flutter, letting her sink into it bit by bit.

Was all of this done for one purpose?

To make her willingly offer up the heart once she learned the truth?

…

These thoughts had been flooding Beili’s mind ever since she left Cassius’s dream.

The images in her memory felt like they were on a “rewind” loop.

She remembered Ashera’s indifferent, unenthusiastic attitude when he found clues related to the heart.

She remembered how he had spared no effort in seducing her over the past few days.

She remembered that night in the Flea Nest, where they shared a bizarre dance in a bizarre environment.

After the dance, Ashera had held her and kissed her for a long time.

But that wasn’t the real reason he had erased her memory.

The kiss was merely a cover for the act of erasing her memories.

The real reason was that after the dance, caught up in that atmosphere, he couldn’t help but sigh:

‘Perhaps I should leave the heart for last.’

If her memory hadn’t been erased, Beili believed that when she woke up the next day and recalled that dance and those words, she would have definitely been suspicious.

Ashera couldn’t let her remember those words back then because she hadn’t shown that she liked him yet.

Once her memories were restored, Ashera no longer cared about that sentence.

It wasn’t just because he had used the post-dance kiss as a cover, but also because before her memories returned, she had proactively asked Ashera if he liked her.

Furthermore, Ashera had placed his hand over her heart several times.

She had naively interpreted this gesture as him being a pervert, ignoring the fact that every time he did it, his palm felt natural, his expression was natural, and his words flowed naturally.

He didn’t have a single lewd thought.

Perhaps he was simply feeling the beat of his own heart…

Suddenly.

Beili suddenly recalled something from even further back.

The final day of the Royal Hunt.

Ashera had taken her to see the sunrise.

When she said he didn’t know what it meant to like someone, Ashera had placed his hand over her heart.

‘To like someone is to willingly offer your heart to them. Unfortunately, I do not meet that criteria.’

That was what he had said back then.

At the time, she had only focused on the second half of the sentence, failing to realize that the key point was actually the first half.

…

Although she wasn’t completely certain yet.

If this was the case, then Ashera was an utter fraud.

A liar weaving a trap.