Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 205

Chapter 205

The black veil of night, pinned with a few sparse starlight beads, descended softly over the world.

A few fireflies danced over the grass, their lights flickering in and out of existence.

One of them landed gently on the young girl’s silver-gray hair.

In the next second, it was crushed into powder by the dark ribbons wrapped around her body.

Having overheard their conversation, Beili was desperate to follow them and see what was happening.

A faint sense of unease stirred in her heart.

It wasn’t impossible for Ashera, who had left in a fit of rage, to do something to harm the Tilisha Royal Family.

In fact, he was entirely capable of it.

However, the black ribbons Ashera had left behind remained tightly bound around her legs and waist, even restricting her Mana. She couldn’t even summon a single butterfly.

Oh, Lance… Lance should be okay, right?

She had only taken the initiative to embrace him and then shared a slow dance.

Recalling Lance’s less-than-superb magical abilities, Beili felt a pang of regret.

Tonight’s plan had been a mistake.

Her breathing suddenly grew heavy, and Beili’s chest rose and fell rapidly.

She must have been insane to come up with such a plan.

Even if she proved that Ashera would be heartbroken because of her, it didn’t change the fact that his heart was currently inside her.

And there was no way she could just rip it out and give it back to him.

At least, not for the next seventy years.

Thinking of Lance’s fox form after his Beast Transformation, which seemed well-suited for escaping, Beili prayed in her heart that he wasn’t too seriously injured.

That youth had even said in a cheerful tone after their dance:

‘If Luoluo is interested, I’ll show you my Magic Crystal prosthetic later.’

Just as she was thinking this…

A metallic, rust-like scent of blood rapidly permeated the air.

Ashera was back.

“You’re thinking of someone else.”

A low, soft voice laced with a hint of a smile drifted down from above her head.

Then, long, straight silver hair that seemed to spill like starlight cascaded down, pressing coldly against her face.

He looked at her.

His perfectly sculpted face, even from this angle, displayed a pale, sickly beauty to its absolute limit.

Wait… Ashera could see…

Beili suddenly noticed that beneath his long, feather-like lashes, those golden eyes were no longer hollow.

It was as if a handful of molten gold had been stirred into cold moonlight.

With Crimson Vertical Pupils, his gaze fell directly into her eyes.

…It wasn’t Lance.

A pair of beautiful golden eyes instantly surfaced in the girl’s mind.

The injured member of the Tilisha Royal Family was Princess Renee.

“Mmph-”

Beili let out a protesting sound, signaling for Ashera to quickly release the black ribbons binding her.

The latter reached out with a cold arm, picking her up and pulling her into an even colder embrace.

A strand of long, straight silver hair fluttered in the night breeze, its icy tip soaked with a damp chill as it brushed against her palm.

“Let us recall what happened tonight-”

Ashera gripped her face and tilted it upward, his thin, cold lips curved into a phantom of a smile.

“Tonight, you danced with someone else again and again, each time more intimately than the last.”

As he spoke, those scenes seemed to manifest in his mind.

“You asked someone else to kiss you.”

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice, heavy and deep as if ground by ore, carried a slight tremor at the end of his words.

“Little Butterfly, didn’t you want to see me heartbroken? Do you see it now?”

Ashera held her face up, his cold fingertips slowly caressing her cheek.

Scarlet tears of blood welled up in his eyes.

They soaked his lashes.

One drop after another.

Blood-tears overflowed from his eyes and fell.

They landed on her neck, bringing with them a wave of bone-piercing cold.

“See? I can be heartbroken too…”

Ashera lifted his hand and pressed it to his own face. In the next instant, blood-tears streamed down across his palm, leaving a trail so stark it was hard to look at.

“Are you satisfied now?”

His voice was hoarse when he asked.

…

Cold moonlight spilled down.

A faint smile sat at the corner of Ashera’s lips, but gloom still blanketed his brows and eyes.

The black ribbons that had been wound around him were gone-removed at some point without Beili even noticing.

Beili stared at the blood-tears falling from Ashera’s eyes and felt, with chilling clarity, the bone-deep coldness radiating from him.

His fingers brushed lightly over her cheek, carrying the same lingering affection as before.

Beili’s throat felt like it had been seized shut. She couldn’t say a word.

Complicated emotions churned violently inside her.

Maybe Ashera really did like her.

“Look.”

He lowered his head and leaned in, as if presenting her with a grotesque oil painting.

“I’m sad. Does that make you a little happier?”

“You got your eyes back.” Beili heard the slight tremble in her own voice.

She paused, then forced herself to sound calm as she asked, “So you can sense where the three things are, right? If the person holding them appears in front of you.”

He might like her, but how much did that liking actually amount to?

If she and his heart were placed on opposite ends of a scale, which side would it tilt toward?

Across from her, the silver-haired man in the Black Robe abruptly went quiet.

Even the blood-tears at the edge of his eyes seemed to stop.

Those golden eyes blinked softly, and something odd crept into his gaze.

After a long moment, he finally said slowly, “Didn’t you want to see me sad? Why are you asking this?”

“I do, but…” Beili hesitated. “I’m also curious how your eyes came back.”

“Of course it’s because…”

As he spoke, Beili felt Ashera’s arm tighten.

He pulled her in and pinned her against his chest. A thick, suffocating stench of blood engulfed her.

Cold lips drew close to her ear.

“A well-behaved child heard my request, dug the eyes out, and returned them to me.”

Only after he finished did he loosen his arms slightly and look down at her.

His golden eyes, stained with red, were like molten gilt with a single drop of blood mixed in-sacred, yet lethal.

Beili swallowed, asking even though she already knew.

“Who?”

“That child seems to have been…” Ashera smiled as if reminiscing.

“Princess Renee of Tilisha?” Beili said quietly.

“Seems like it.” Ashera nodded faintly.

“You only knew each other for a day, and you already knew the eyes were with her?”

So he really did know where they were.

Beili’s heart started pounding.

“Yes.” Ashera let out a low laugh, and the curve of his lips rose to its widest.

“The eyes were with her. Taking them back was extremely easy. I only had to say a few words, and that child immediately brought them out.”

It was as if he’d realized something.

With blood-red tear tracks staining his brows and eyes, Ashera wore a faint smile while his fingers carelessly toyed with a strand of her hair.

His icy fingertips wound her long silver-gray hair around and around, following its natural curve.

“So,” he asked slowly, “do you know where the hardest part is?”

“I don’t want to know-”

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Beili turned her head stiffly away, avoiding his gaze.

“The heart. The heart is the hardest.” He curled his lips, the words heavy with implication.

Beili stared straight at Ashera, her throat dry.

“Isn’t this what you wanted to hear me say?”

He lowered his lashes and spoke softly.

“I’ve told you now. Are you satisfied?”