Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 227

Chapter 227

Beili looked over.

By the faint light emitted by the Morpho Butterflies, she saw that it was an apple.

An apple infused with Mana.

However, compared to the one she had seen this morning, its Mana had diminished significantly.

“Where did you get that?”

Beili asked.

“I saw you staring at it this morning, so I asked that person for one.”

The youth replied softly.

The King of Nauze’s apple had already been eaten as a post-meal fruit.

So, had he intercepted this apple from the King’s Consort?

Her jewel-like, deep red gaze lingered on the apple in the youth’s hand.

The apple shouldn’t be poisonous. According to Princess Theresa, the Forbidden Fruit Lord presented fresh apples that the King ate almost every day.

As for the effects of the apple…

Well… perhaps one could catch a glimpse of the truth from the sheer size of the royal family.

During the generation of the Former King of Nauze, there hadn’t been nearly so many children.

Looking at the apple, Beili secretly sensed its energy.

Although the sinful Mana inside had faded a lot, it was still very tempting.

It felt as concentrated as if the water from the middle reaches of the Cradle River had been boiled away, and the remaining sinful Mana had been kneaded into the shape of an apple.

It also felt like the sugar-cube-sized piece of Mana Ashera had put into her mouth yesterday.

Now, there was an amount as large as an entire apple.

“Want to eat it?”

The youth held the apple out to her.

He himself seemed to have no interest in the apple at all; rather, he seemed to be looking forward to her reaction after eating it.

Beili hesitated for a moment.

If this apple was an offering from the Forbidden Fruit Lord, it should be the same as those rotten apples in the Church.

She thought back to that time-the expression on Ashera’s face in his Horned Form when he looked at the rotten apples had been deeply meaningful.

So even if this apple was tempting and radiated a dense sinful Mana, she didn’t dare eat it.

“I’ll observe it for a while first,”

Beili said, taking the apple and placing it into her Spatial Bracelet.

***

After chatting for a while, the night grew deeper, and it was about time to sleep.

Naturally, Beili brought up the matter of Ashera returning to his own room to rest again.

-At some point, sleeping with her at night had become a habit for Ashera.

Even though he didn’t actually sleep.

And the reason he didn’t sleep was to prevent her from entering a dream.

Beili raised a hand and yawned.

“I’ve never seen you fall asleep while sharing a bed with me. Maybe you’d be better off sleeping in another room by yourself,”

she said tactfully.

The youth was silent for two seconds before suddenly asking:

“Then… if I go back, can I… kill them?”

Frowning slightly, Beili let out a confused “Huh?”

She thought for a moment, then raised her hand and commanded two Morpho Butterflies to go next door to investigate the situation.

The Morpho Butterflies returned quickly, bringing back information about the state of the adjacent room.

“No, you cannot,”

Beili answered immediately.

At the same time, she silently cursed the King of Nauze.

If the one occupying that body tonight were that man, the ones lying in that room wouldn’t be a few unconscious girls, but several corpses missing their hearts and eyes.

Furthermore, based on the description of the brown curly hair provided by the Morpho Butterflies, the girls in the room were very likely the Princesses of Nauze Kingdom.

As if he had known she would answer this way, the youth didn’t seem surprised at all. He gave a soft “Mm,” then cupped her face and leaned down to kiss her quite naturally.

A wave of coldness hit her lips.

Something even colder than his lips invaded and swirled inside.

Beili let out a muffled sound, her red eyes widening in the darkness, and then she raised her hands to push him away.

“The Contract… you have to keep it…”

The youth’s voice was blurred as he reminded her.

***

What she had told Ashera about picking a favorite guest in the garden was true.

However, Beili hadn’t told him the whole story.

After the afternoon tea with the various Princes had ended, one of the Princes had stopped her and politely requested a private conversation.
Although Beili couldn’t remember this Prince’s name, she had some impression of him because he was the thinnest of all the Princes.

“Doren.” The Prince introduced himself again. “Just call me Doren.”

Prince Doren had clearly realized she wasn’t interested in any of them.

So he explained everything to her frankly-

the Princes who appeared in the garden today had all come for a mission.

The King of Nauze wanted the Princes to display their talent and charm, so that Miss Bartholomew of Butterfly Valley in the Sainthos Kingdom would stay in the Nauze Kingdom.

Because it was obvious the King of Nauze had noticed the boy was a little attached to her.

If she returned to Sainthos, the boy would most likely follow.

In short, the King of Nauze was using every means possible to keep both of them.

As for Prince Doren, he wanted to complete the mission and claim the reward.

And the mission reward was, of course, an enrollment slot at Holy Island Academy.

“From what I’ve learned, Holy Island Academy no longer limits the number of admitted students. As long as someone is of Noble blood, they can go to Holy Island to study magic.”

The girl reminded him coolly, then added, “For your Nauze Kingdom, that should be news worth celebrating.”

Prince Doren showed no delight at the news. He fell silent for two seconds before saying tactfully, “Father… doesn’t like the palace to feel too empty.”

So, among so many Princes and Princesses, who would actually obtain a slot to Holy Island Academy would ultimately still be decided by the King of Nauze.

“Then what do you want me to do?”

The girl was straightforward. “If the terms of a trade suit both sides, I’ll consider it.”

“All I need is a one-day date… It doesn’t even have to be a full day. An hour or two will do-just enough to let Father see that, among all the Princes, I’m the one making obvious progress.”

Prince Doren’s expression remained calm. “As for your conditions, Miss Bartholomew, name them as you please.”

In the face of Prince Doren’s candid invitation, Beili didn’t agree right away.

She replied that she’d think about it, and for the time being, she tossed the matter to the back of her mind.

…

After that, they stayed in the Nauze palace for another three days.

After the first night, when sending several beauties produced no effect, the King of Nauze abandoned that approach.

He tried other ways to curry favor.

On the first day, the King took them to watch horse racing.

On the second day, the King took them to watch boat racing.

On the third day, the King took them to watch the Nauze Mage Duel Tournament.

Beili paid far more attention to the apples Princess Theresa sent each day.

From two apples at the start, it became one-and it was noticeably smaller.

The most obvious change was the apple’s Mana.

Sitting in the stands at the Nauze Mage Duel Tournament, Beili saw Princess Theresa deliver an apple to the King of Nauze. After quietly sensing it, she discovered the sinful Mana inside was laughably scarce.

It didn’t even compare to the Mana left in the apple Ashera had intercepted from a Nauze Concubine.

That apple had been sitting in the Spatial Bracelet for three days. Every day, Beili would take it out, look it over, and sense how much Mana had drained away.

In short-

the Mana in the apples offered to the Forbidden Fruit Lord was decreasing.

Could it be the Black Bone Scythe…

As a possibility surfaced in her mind, Beili’s red eyes brightened slightly.

With a light flick of her fingertip, she summoned a butterfly with its glow concealed and sent a message to Your Highness Dolun in the Princes’ seating area below.

‘I will choose the location for the date.’

Prince Doren clearly hadn’t expected the girl to agree-much less with such a simple condition.

With a hint of surprise, he turned around and glanced toward the high platform, where the grey-haired, red-eyed girl sat with an indifferent expression. Then he asked the butterfly perched on his shoulder, “Then where would Miss Bartholomew like to go on the date?”

‘The Forbidden Fruit Lord’s Church.’

‘If you can bring me into the Inner Hall of the Church, Your Highness Dolun, then I’d be happy to go on this date.’