Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 198

Chapter 198

The massive crystal chandelier cast a dreamlike, brilliant radiance.

Elegant music continued to play. Most of the desserts on the tables had been cleared away, replaced by mouthwatering delicacies and fine cuisine.

The sunlight slanted further across the room.

As it fell upon the windowsill, it tinged the light reflecting off the silver hair with a faint shade of orange.

Ashera stood by the window, quietly ‘gazing’ outside. His thin lips were set in a straight line, devoid of any curve.

It had been too long.

She had promised she would be back after just one lap.

It had been far too long.

Just as he was about to take a step-

“Second Prince-”

Someone suddenly spoke from behind him.

The youth’s footsteps faltered slightly. He hesitated for a moment before coming to a stop.

Behind him, a youth with red hair and black eyes strode over, followed by a young girl with the same hair color.

“Second Prince, please forgive the intrusion.”

Lance offered a friendly smile and said to the youth, “This is my sister, Princess Renee of the Tilisha Kingdom. She very much wishes to make your acquaintance. Furthermore, she would like to invite you for a dance tonight.”

Indeed, the customs of Tilisha were passionate and uninhibited; if they were interested in someone, they expressed it and extended invitations directly.

Princess Renee had, of course, already taken the initiative to speak with the youth.

It had happened just moments ago, in the garden behind the Banquet Hall.

She had asked for his name.

However, the youth had ignored her.

It wasn’t until they entered the Banquet Hall and she heard the descriptions from others that Princess Renee realized the youth was no ordinary Noble.

He was the mysterious, nameless Second Prince of Sainthos.

Oh… that only made Princess Renee more interested.

After Lance finished speaking, he saw the youth tilt his head slightly.

In that instant, Lance suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity from the posture and the eyes behind the mask.

However, that feeling was fleeting, and Lance paid it no mind.

The hollow golden eyes behind the black mask blinked softly. His gaze seemed to pass right over Lance’s shoulder, looking at the red-haired girl behind him.

Princess Renee didn’t dare meet the youth’s eyes.

She immediately lowered her head, her heart pounding so hard it felt as though it might jump out of her throat.

Oh-

She had never been this nervous before; she could feel her palms beginning to sweat.

The very oxygen in the Banquet Hall seemed to have grown thin.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Susanna had been taken to a nearby lounge.

In this lounge stood a large, clear mirror.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and couldn’t help but burst into tears.

Her originally magnificent pearl dress had been torn, leaving a large gash.

As she walked, pearls fell with a constant ‘tap, tap, tap’ against the floor.

Her hair was loose and disheveled, hanging messily with a few stray blades of grass caught in the strands.

The makeup on her face was a complete disaster, ruined by her tears.

She looked absolutely wretched.

At the thought that Prince Cyril had held her in such a slovenly state after the teleportation, Susanna covered her face and cried even harder.

“Stop crying.”

Bartholomew suddenly appeared behind her, spitting out the words without a trace of emotion.

Susanna immediately bit her lower lip, struggling to stifle her tears.

She did so because there wasn’t a hint of comfort in Sister Bartholomew’s tone-only a cold command.

Though she managed to force back the tears, the corners of her mouth remained slumped. With her eyes and nose red from crying, she looked truly pitiful.
“Sister Bartholomew… why are you here?”

Susanna sobbed as she spoke to her.

“I thought you had already left.”

Beili gave a dry cough.

She obviously couldn’t say she was hiding from someone, so she merely glanced at the girl before abruptly changing the subject.

“Susanna, don’t you have any clothes in your spatial tool?”

Susanna shook her head, the sound of her crying gradually fading as she replied, “My spatial tool can’t hold much, so I don’t keep clothes inside.”

Beili paused for a moment and began rummaging through her Spatial Bracelet. After searching for a while, she pulled out a dusty-pink gauze dress and handed it to her.

“Put this on.”

Although this dress wasn’t as luxurious or exquisite as the one Susanna was wearing, it was the most suitable outfit for her in the Spatial Bracelet.

Susanna nodded. With Sister Bartholomew’s help, she took off the damaged gown and changed into the dusty-pink gauze dress.

Susanna felt her body become light all of a sudden.

While her original dress was beautiful, it had been incredibly heavy.

Beili unfastened the girl’s messy hair, took a string of pearls from the original dress, and carefully wove them into her braids.

As for the makeup ruined by tears, Beili wiped it away and prepared to reapply it for her.

But just then, Susanna’s eyes turned red again.

“Why are you crying again?”

Beili asked with a frown. “Weren’t you fine just now?”

“No… I just think Sister Bartholomew is so kind…”

“If it weren’t for Sister Bartholomew appearing…” Susanna’s shoulders trembled, her voice thick with tears, “I… my leg might be gone by now.”

“…”

Beili fell silent for a few seconds, momentarily at a loss for words.

She had never been good at handling emotional scenes like this.

“If you think I’m kind, then hold back your tears and don’t cause trouble.”

She said seriously, “Because I’ve already reached the eye makeup part.”

Susanna gave a soft “mm” and obediently closed her eyes.

The brush swept gently across the girl’s eyelids.

The atmosphere grew quiet.

A moment later.

“Susanna.”

Susanna suddenly heard Sister Bartholomew speak to her.

“I did indeed step in to save you just now. As a reward, I want you to do something for me.”

Susanna’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

Because the brush was still sweeping over her eyelids, she didn’t open her eyes, but asked in confusion, “Sister Bartholomew, what do you want me to do?”

Another two seconds of silence passed.

“Dance with the Second Prince in my place tonight.”

She heard the girl say softly, her tone devoid of any emotion.

“Additionally, I will intercept any other dance partners who want to dance with you. I hope you don’t mind. Rest assured, this will only happen today.”

Susanna’s brow furrowed slightly as she asked in confusion, “But isn’t the Second Prince your…”

“I need to verify something.”

Before Susanna could finish, she heard the girl interrupt her.

“As for the reason, you don’t need to know,” the girl said.