Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 229

Chapter 229

Prince Doron could not withstand the agonizing pain of the corrosion. He let out a shrill scream as beads of sweat formed on his forehead and rolled down incessantly.

“Miss Bartholomew-”

He shouted with the last of his strength, “I have a way to get into the Inner Hall of the Forbidden Fruit Lord’s Church!”

The Morpho Butterflies swathed around him slowly dispersed.

“The person at the top of the Royal Family’s mission board is my sister! She is in the Church right now, taking care of the Forbidden Fruit Lord.”

“As long as we can contact her, there will definitely be a way to get in!”

Having said that, he frantically fumbled a Communication Orb out from his robes and held it up for the young woman to see.

“Then contact her.”

The corners of her mouth curled slightly, and her voice issued a cold warning once more:

“But if you try to pull any more stunts, or harbor any thoughts of someone coming to save you, you’d better realize that the speed of their arrival will never match the speed of your death.”

Prince Doron nodded hastily. He reached out with a hand so corroded that the bone was faintly visible and tremblingly activated the Communication Orb.

Soon.

“Doren-”

A familiar girl’s voice came from the other side of the Communication Orb:

“Well? Did your plan succeed?”

Princess Teresa.

Recognizing the voice on the other end, Beili pursed her lips slightly. Her red eyes narrowed, but she remained silent.

She simply gave a light flick of her finger.

A Morpho Butterfly flew to Prince Doron’s ear. As its wings fluttered, it constantly shed black powder, as if threatening him.

“No…”

Prince Doron spoke into the Communication Orb in a rush:

“There was a bit of a mishap. That woman got away.”

Princess Teresa let out a laugh through the Communication Orb, her voice tinged with mockery.

“Since you failed, why are you calling me? Just to tell your sister what a useless waste you are?”

Prince Doron seemed to choke on his breath, but his battered body forced him to swallow his pride as he hurriedly added:

“Can I go to the Church to find you? That woman injured me.”

“Oh-Doren.”

Princess Teresa’s voice finally held a hint of concern:

“Are you really hurt? Is it serious? I warned you that those two are dangerous.”

Prince Doron looked at his blood-soaked hand and replied with a sob in his voice:

“It’s serious. I wouldn’t be looking for you otherwise. You know I don’t want Father to find out.”

The other end of the Communication Orb went quiet for a moment.

The gray-haired, red-eyed girl staring at him also darkened her gaze.

Prince Doron even had a premonition-if he was rejected now and lost his value, he would certainly die here.

“It’s very serious, very serious! I’m dying!” Prince Doron cried out, adding to his plea.

Then, a helpless sigh came from the Communication Orb.

“Then come over,”

Princess Teresa said.

“It just so happens that all the Mages in the Church were summoned to the palace by Father today. Also, two apples happened to ripen. I haven’t sent them over yet, so you can have one. One apple should be enough to heal your injuries.”

The Communication Orb disconnected.

Beili sat in the carriage, quietly listening to the conversation between Prince Doron and Princess Teresa.

From their words, she had captured a vital piece of information-there were no Mages in the Church. At this moment, the Church was completely unguarded.
After Prince Doron hung up the Communication Orb, he stole glances at the girl beside him from time to time, his eyes filled with nothing but unease and fear.

Inviting this girl out was the most regrettable decision Prince Doron had ever made in his life. He never expected a Noble lady from the Santos Kingdom to possess such powerful Mana.

Just as he was thinking this, the girl turned her crimson eyes toward him.

“You have indeed provided me with some useful information. Therefore, I shall not kill you.”

Prince Doron had just breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could even celebrate his luck, he heard the girl continue in a slow, measured tone:

“I’ll just take your hands instead. That way, you’ll never be able to lift anyone’s skirt again.”

The moment the words left her lips.

Morpho Butterflies swarmed and enveloped Prince Doron’s hands.

Before Prince Doron could even react, he watched in horror as his hands rapidly dissolved into a pool of blood that splashed onto the floor.

He let out a shrill, agonizing scream.

Meanwhile, Beili had already left the carriage.

With a flash of her figure, she performed a Beast Transformation into a butterfly.

She soared into the high sky and realized they were still within the imperial city. After orienting herself, she flew toward the magnificent spired Church.

…

After flying for a while, Beili arrived at the Church. She flew gracefully through a window and headed straight for the Inner Hall.

Only a single defensive layer remained on the door to the Inner Hall.

Beili raised her hand, and a swarm of Morpho Butterflies took only a few seconds to tear through the barrier.

Surrounded by her Morpho Butterflies, she flew into the Inner Hall of the Church.

The moment she stepped inside, it felt as though she had entered a strange dimension.

The interior architecture of the Church suddenly became incredibly vast. Beili could even see blue skies, white clouds, and sunlight so bright it was almost blinding.

She was standing on a lush, flat lawn that felt like a velvet carpet.

Sensing someone entering the Inner Hall, Princess Teresa quickly turned around.

The moment she saw the girl, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes, followed by a brief moment of panic, and finally, deep wariness.

“You… how did you get here?”

Princess Teresa gripped the apple in her hand, forcing herself to appear calm as she asked, “Where is Doren?”

“Still in the carriage.”

Beili had no interest in making small talk with Princess Teresa. She gave a distracted reply, her gaze never lingering on the princess for even a second.

This was because Beili’s attention was completely captivated by the pool in the middle of the lawn.

Oh, yes.

Aside from Princess Teresa, there was no one else in the Inner Hall.

There was no Forbidden Fruit Lord.

In the center of the vast, emerald-green, and incredibly soft lawn was a small pool.

At the center of that familiar, shallow pool stood a withered, shriveled tree-desiccated, lifeless, and covered in wrinkled bark.

This pool.

This withered tree.

Beili knew them all too well.

During the closing Hunt Banquet, she had nearly drowned in this very same shallow pool.

Hidden deep within the pool was a tree-a ‘Man-eating Tree.’

It turned out that the ‘Man-eating Tree’ she had once been certain was the work of the King of Santos was nothing of the sort. The King of Santos had merely known some information in advance and made use of it.

This was actually something set up by the King of Nauze.