Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 203

Chapter 203

The Banquet Hall descended into chaos in an instant.

Exclamations, cries of terror, the harsh screeching of instruments, and the sound of shattering crystal raining down poured in from all directions like an overwhelming deluge.

It was enough to practically tear her eardrums apart.

The moment darkness fell.

Beili felt Doctor Cassius use his hand to press her head into his chest, while simultaneously raising his arm to shield her from the falling debris.

“Beast Transformation.”

Amidst the chaos, she heard Doctor Cassius speak.

Beili didn’t have time to overthink; she instantly underwent Beast Transformation into a butterfly.

But in the next second.

A crisp snap of fingers.

It cut through the noisy, frantic clamor, reaching her ears clearly.

She felt that familiar sensation of the Chains suddenly tightening.

A powerful, invisible force yanked at her, and the surrounding noise rapidly receded.

Nothing remained in her ears but the sound of whistling wind.

With a dull thud.

She was forced from her Beast Form back into human form and thrown onto a patch of thick, fluffy grass.

Beili felt her vision blur slightly.

She saw the night sky hanging low, the moonlight bleak, and sparse stars flickering.

In the next instant.

A massive shadow loomed over her, obscuring everything.

Like a hillside covered in red and black datura flowers under the moonlight, the air was saturated with a sense of danger.

She smelled a familiar scent of blood.

A scent of blood thicker than ever before rushed into her nostrils, vying for space.

Every breath felt like drinking blood.

Ashera looked down at her, his body shrouded in a thick black mist that was almost impossible to disperse.

The eerie aura was like thick smoke, like ink, and like silk ribbons.

It radiated a bone-chilling cold that made one tremble.

The grass and the neatly trimmed low shrubs on either side were quickly covered in ice crystals due to their sudden appearance.

A frigid breath permeated the air.

A hand wrapped in black mist gripped her face tightly; the dense fog made it impossible to see his features clearly.

Dark red blood seeped out from within the black mist.

“Why did you do this to me?”

His throat sounded hoarse, as if it had been torn and burned, his voice muffled like it was coming from inside a drum.

He asked slowly.

“You’d better have a reasonable explanation, Little Butterfly…”

The voice within the black mist trembled, every word filled with suppressed murderous intent.

She stared at the black mist.

As if confronting him, she pursed her lips and said nothing.

The black mist around Ashera gradually thinned during the ten or so seconds of silence.

The man’s figure emerged, blurred and hazy.

Ink dripped from his curved ram horns, and his sculpted, pale face was twisted and clouded with gloom.

“Why did you let him kiss you?”

Beneath his long, straight lashes, his eyeballs were covered in fine black filaments like crawling vines.

“Don’t you want to explain?”

His hollow gaze lowered as Ashera grabbed her neck, pulling her up from the grass into a sitting position.

“I thought your kisses belonged only to me…”

His cold fingers trembled with extreme jealousy, and his voice shook with the fire of inner rage.

“Have you fallen for him?”

His voice became increasingly hoarse.

“Or is this part of your plan?”

Ashera suddenly let go of her, and the black mist around him thinned even further.

“What is your objective?”

She still didn’t speak, only looking at him.

His pale toes suspended in the air, Ashera drifted back and forth, his long black robes trailing like a shadow, leaving thick, ink-like black marks on the grass.

Soon, he lost his patience.

His hoarse voice seemed to surge out of the darkness, reaching her ears from all directions.

“Why won’t you speak-”

A strand of silver hair caught the cold starlight under the moon as it fell forward.

Ashera suddenly leaned in close, reaching out to press a cold fingertip against the center of her brow.

A drop of ink-black liquid seeped into her mind.

“Why did you do this to me?”

The man asked again.
“Ashera…”

Her red eyes were slightly unfocused, and the girl’s thoughts seemed to be struggling as the words were forced out from her lips with great difficulty.

“I want to see you sad…”

“Sad?”

“You want to see me sad?”

Ashera suddenly began to laugh softly, a hint of suppressed madness in his voice.

“Is that really so? But he was already very sad just now, didn’t you see?”

“He was saying ‘Little Butterfly, don’t do this to me’ over and over. Didn’t you see?”

Ashera applied more pressure with his fingers, and the Ink continued to seep into her mind without pause.

The girl shook her head, trying to break free, but the stinging pain and dizziness in her head forced her to lean into the man’s cold embrace.

“Not enough. The one I want to see is you, Ashera.”

Her red eyes looked as if they were coated in a layer of red sugar. She tilted her face up and said, “I want to see you sad. Will you be sad? I want to see what you look like when you’re sad because of me.”

Ashera’s laughter stopped abruptly.

His face, as pale as moonlight, was twisted into a hideous, unrecognizable expression.

After a moment.

The hand he had pressed against her brow moved away. He then gently caressed the girl’s face.

“You’ve succeeded, Little Butterfly.”

His hoarse voice returned to a deep, low, and gentle tone.

His cold lips brushed against the girl’s earlobe.

“You’ve succeeded in making me sad. It’s just that I have no way to show it. But since it’s what you want to see, then as you wish, I will let you see it.”

The corners of his lips curled into a beautiful arc once more, though it was tinged with a trace of cruelty.

Ashera said softly, “But my dear Little Butterfly, after you have seen my sad side, remember to be prepared to accept your punishment.”

As the words fell, the figure in the silver hair and Black Robe vanished.

***

The Banquet Hall.

An unexpected situation had occurred-the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling had fallen and shattered due to years of neglect.

The Nobles had all received magic lessons. Although their magical abilities varied, they could still perform a basic Light Spell.

Thus, the chaos lasted for only a dozen seconds before the group of Nobles, who hadn’t had their fill of fun yet, were invited to move to another Banquet Hall.

There, fresh delicacies and another orchestra were already prepared.

Princess Renee searched through the crowd but couldn’t find the Second Prince. She was currently nursing a glass of red wine, looking quite sullen.

A wine steward suddenly approached, bowing slightly as he whispered something to her.

Excitement and anticipation instantly surfaced on Princess Renee’s exquisite face.

She immediately set down her wine glass and followed the steward to a lounge.

Tonight.

Moonlight flowed coldly into every corner of the palace.

When she pushed open the door, no lamps were lit inside the room.

Only the hazy moonlight filtered through the half-closed curtains, casting patches of clear light onto the floor.

The night wind blew in, gently fluttering the fabric.

But the moment Princess Renee saw the Second Prince after entering the room, her heart began to beat uncontrollably fast, and a wave of nervousness instantly overwhelmed her.

It caused her to completely ignore the steward’s numb expression and stiff posture.

Princess Renee felt as if her eyes were deceiving her.

From childhood until now, she had never seen such a beautiful person.

Even wearing a mask, he was more beautiful than Brother Lance.

More beautiful than anyone.

With silver hair like starlight and a gloomy temperament like the dark night.

From the very first glance, she couldn’t tear her eyes away for a single second.

…

The youth watched her walk into the room, the corners of his cold, thin lips curling into a beautiful arc.

“Renee, you’ve come.”

As the words fell.

The door behind her slowly closed, and the blackout curtains were drawn. The room was instantly plunged into darkness.

A darkness so thick one couldn’t see their own hand in front of their face.

…

“Second Prince…”

Princess Renee nervously gripped the hem of her skirt with her fingers. Her voice trembled slightly with excitement.

In the darkness, someone seemed to be slowly approaching her. A voice sounded by her ear, as gentle as a breeze in the dark night.

“Renee, you’ve wanted to dance with me all night, haven’t you?”