Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 222

Chapter 222

Oh, right. She had pulled out a Jar of Candy.

She had bought it on a whim while passing by a candy store during her walk earlier.

Beili herself didn’t know what had possessed her to buy the Jar of Candy at the time.

Back at the Inn, when she heard Ashera’s hint, she clearly hadn’t wanted to buy it.

She knew perfectly well that no matter how well she treated this Demon, he wouldn’t hesitate for a single second when it came time to take her heart.

Regardless, by the time she had snapped out of it, she had already picked up the candy, paid the gold coins, and walked out of the shop.

At that moment, standing outside the shop looking at the candy in her hand, Beili only wanted to punch herself.

But now, she wanted to give her farsighted self a big thumbs up.

Because a certain someone’s golden eyes flickered slightly when they saw the Jar of Candy.

Beili watched as the abyss-like tides churning in his eyes receded the instant he saw the sweets.

After a moment.

He released her and reached out to take the Jar of Candy.

Seeing Ashera accept the candy, her red eyes blinked as she spoke up:

“The candy shops around here aren’t very creative. They only have circles, squares, and triangles. I couldn’t find any butterfly-shaped ones.”

“But they did have black hard candies that match you, so I picked out the black square ones.”

She pointed at the Jar of Candy and forced a smile, trying to draw his attention to it.

“I’m not sure how they taste, though. Why don’t you try one?”

…

Just then, Princess Theresa, who had teleported nearby, also found her way over.

Looking at the Silver-haired Youth in Black Attire, Princess Theresa’s eyes brightened slightly, her tone carrying a hint of anticipation.

“I am glad to see you again, Second Highness.”

The youth wearing the Half-Mask acted as if he hadn’t even heard her polite greeting.

He unscrewed the jar, then looked up at the grey-haired, red-eyed girl.

“Oh, certainly.”

Beili understood his unspoken request.

She rolled her eyes inwardly before reaching into the candy jar to take out a piece of black sugar cube and holding it up to his lips.

He opened his mouth and took the candy.

Only then did he flash his usual lazy smile.

“My dear Little Butterfly, did you have fun? While I was away.”

He asked in an equally lazy tone.

“It was alright.”

She nodded slightly and said:

“Princess Theresa took me to see many places.”

Hearing her name mentioned, Princess Theresa looked at the Silver-haired Youth in Black Attire once more.

“Second Highness, I sincerely invite you to the Imperial Palace. My father, the King of the Nauze Kingdom, wishes to meet you.”

…

When Princess Theresa invited Ashera to the palace, Beili also looked at him.

She guessed-

Whether Ashera was willing to go to the palace depended largely on whether he had gathered enough Mana.

If he had collected enough Mana, he would likely head to the palace without hesitation.

However, Beili still didn’t know who possessed Ashera’s second item-his Torso-or where it was hidden.

A cold hand came to rest on her head.

“Little Butterfly, do you think I should go?”

Ashera asked unhurriedly.

He was asking her again.

That meant he hadn’t gathered enough Mana yet.

Beili thought for a moment and said:

“I didn’t sleep well yesterday. Let’s rest today and talk about it tomorrow.”

“In that case-”

Princess Theresa still wore a polite smile as she said:

“Tomorrow, I will arrange for a carriage to bring you both to the palace.”

…

Seeing Princess Theresa leave, Beili breathed a secret sigh of relief, her shoulders finally relaxing.

She knew Ashera was actually quite easy to coax when he was angry, but she hadn’t expected him to be this easy.

A Jar of Candy was all it took.

Beili had even prepared an excuse-

That she was actually helping Ashera investigate clues regarding his second item.

As for Princess Theresa, she would say that after Ashera left, those Brown-clothed People had reappeared and kidnapped her. Fortunately, Princess Theresa had appeared just in time and used her noble status as a princess to drive them away.

It was terrible.

Oh, yes, it was a terrible excuse.

Seeing the girl’s expression of relief, Ashera’s lips curled slightly as he glanced at her with a half-smile.
“Are you worried I’ll kill her?”

“Since you don’t want me to kill her, why didn’t you just say so?”

Beili rolled her eyes inwardly and said crossly, “If I told you not to, would you actually listen?”

“Of course.”

He caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb, his voice laced with a slow, lingering smile. “We signed a Contract, didn’t we?”

If he hadn’t mentioned it, she might have stayed calm, but at the mention of the pact, Beili couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him for real.

“That Contract is completely useless,”

she grumbled. “You’ve killed who knows how many Mages on our way here.”

“Of course it’s useful.”

Ashera’s eyelashes curved slightly as he let out a low chuckle. “It makes my killing strokes much slower.”

“Hmm…” He paused thoughtfully. “In fact, it even allowed me to get hurt.”

As he spoke, his pale fingers lifted the sleeve of his Black Robe.

On his equally pale arm was a wound, still sizzling with a faint white light.

Beili froze, her breathing turning shallow. She couldn’t help but ask, “Is it serious?”

Ashera lowered his lashes and nodded slightly.

“Of course it’s serious.”

Beili hadn’t expected the Mages of the Nauze Kingdom to actually be able to wound Ashera.

They certainly had some skill after all.

It seemed that swarming together in a mob was indeed more effective than delivering themselves one by one like fodder.

She hesitated, about to ask Ashera if he wanted to head back to tend to the wound.

But Ashera suddenly spoke:

“You’re worried about me, aren’t you?”

He leaned down, bringing his face close to hers in an instant-

Looking exactly like he was asking for a kiss.

Seeing the people passing by and Princess Theresa waiting for her carriage in the distance,

Beili swallowed hard and took half a step back, asking irritably, “What are you doing? Is one kiss from me going to make your wound heal?”

“No.”

Ashera’s eyes curved slightly. He gave a low laugh and said in a lazy tone, “But it will put me in a very good mood.”

He leaned in closer again.

His cold lips stopped only a finger’s breadth away from hers.

He waited for her lips to press against his.

…

Beili’s gaze couldn’t help but fall on the elegant lines of his mouth.

They were a dark, muted red.

Like a drop of blood smeared across white paper, the color of the thinnest part once it had dried.

Beili pursed her lips slightly.

If Ashera retrieved the second item,

she didn’t know if she would have enough willpower to resist his allure.

Therefore, accumulating Mana was the most important thing right now.

She had originally intended to turn her head away, but after a second thought, she reached out and touched the corner of his cold lips with her fingertip.

The long, straight eyelashes of the man before her trembled slightly.

“If it’s for Mana, a kiss isn’t out of the question,” the girl whispered.

“Of course.”

Lifting his chin slightly, his cold, thin lips brushed against the fingertip resting at the corner of his mouth.

“If that is what you wish, then certainly. However-”

The corners of his mouth curled up silently, a glint of amusement surfacing in the depths of his eyes.

“You know that a kiss to transfer Mana cannot be a mere light touch.”

It had to be heavy, and it had to be deep.

“…”

Beili looked again at the crowds passing by and Princess Theresa, who was still waiting for the carriage in the distance.

Uh… maybe she should wait until they found an Inn to take the Mana.

Beili silently backed away, first sensing the location of the Black Bone Scythe in her mind.

Then, she was surprised to find that it was moving toward a certain place, getting further and further away from her.

“What’s wrong?”

Ashera watched the girl who had suddenly distanced herself, his golden eyes narrowing slightly.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how to do it?”

“Um… let’s just say I have,” Beili replied distractedly, her eyes scanning their surroundings.

Ashera reached out, cupped her face, and turned her back toward him.

The sleeve of his Black Robe slid down with the movement, revealing the wound sizzling with white light on his arm once more.

“It’s not difficult. You’ve done it before, in the pool. Just kiss me like you did then,” he said.