Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 230

Chapter 230

Princess Teresa’s brow furrowed slightly as her fingers reflexively tightened around the apple in her hand.

“Miss Bartholomew, what exactly are you trying to do by coming to the Inner Hall?”

Beili didn’t speak. She was focusing all her efforts on sensing the location of the Black Bone Scythe.

When she had first entered the Church, she could clearly feel the Black Bone Scythe somewhere within the Inner Hall, specifically beneath the floor.

However, once she stepped into the space of the Inner Hall itself, that connection with the Black Bone Scythe vanished.

To be honest, while she appeared calm on the surface, she was actually incredibly anxious.

If she could retrieve the Black Bone Scythe, she could use the Mana it had absorbed to accomplish many things.

Just in terms of escaping, her speed would be several times faster than usual.

Most importantly, with the Mana from the Black Bone Scythe, it was highly likely she could finally remove that annoying tool on her wrist.

If she could do that-

Ashera might not be able to find her once she fled.

Therefore, the Black Bone Scythe was crucial.

This was the reason why, even after hearing Ashera say he would retrieve the second item today, she had remained in the capital of the Nauze Kingdom instead of fleeing immediately.

“Watching Your Highness bring apples here every day, I had a vague suspicion that the Forbidden Fruit Lord wasn’t a person, but a tree.”

Beili finally turned her gaze toward Princess Teresa, who stood there with her brown curls and dark eyes, clutching her apple. Beili spoke slowly:

“But I didn’t expect… it to be this tree.”

Princess Teresa clearly didn’t understand the meaning behind the girl’s words.

Her frown deepened as she raised her voice. “This is the territory of the Forbidden Fruit Lord. No one is permitted to enter without the permission of His Majesty the King.”

A faint smile played on Beili’s lips as she walked toward Princess Teresa.

“Let’s not beat around the bush,” she said.

“Why don’t you tell me the whole story? If you do, I’ll let you leave. How does that sound? Your brother, Doren, is still waiting for your apple.”

Princess Teresa raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly unconcerned about her brother’s situation.

“Has Miss Bartholomew forgotten? This is the Nauze Kingdom, not Sainthos. Many things do not simply go the way you want them to just because you wish it.”

Princess Teresa allowed a smile to show.

“If you harm Doren, or if you harm me, you will be making an enemy of the entire Royal Family of the Nauze Kingdom.”

Beili no longer had the time to play along with her pretenses. She issued a blunt, impatient warning:

“If your next sentence isn’t what I want to hear, then there will be no room left for negotiation.”

Princess Teresa maintained her elegant smile while quietly moving her hand behind her back. She continued, “Why don’t you come with me to find Doren? I’ll have him apologize to you, Miss Bartholomew.”

Hearing this, the girl let out a helpless sigh.

“You two really are siblings… You both insist on doing things the hard way.”

As soon as she spoke, a large swarm of butterflies with blue-green wings appeared behind her.

Standing on the grass, Princess Teresa hurriedly pressed down on the defensive tool in her hand.

A faint white halo of light appeared around her.

She had already prepared herself to be attacked and had readied the corresponding defensive magic tools.

However, to Princess Teresa’s surprise, the butterflies didn’t charge at her.

Instead, they flew straight toward the pool in the center of the grass, quickly swarming and enveloping the withered, shriveled tree.

It was clear that Bartholomew’s target was the Forbidden Fruit Lord.

The forced composure on Princess Teresa’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of panic and terror.
Beili watched as Princess Teresa, with her brown curly hair, underwent an immediate Beast Transformation, turning into a wild boar.

Instead of charging at her, the boar kicked its four hooves and bolted toward the door.

Beili let out a faint laugh and also instantly underwent a Beast Transformation into a butterfly, flying above Princess Teresa’s head.

The butterfly, its wings shimmering with blue-green light, spoke with the girl’s cold voice.

“Your Highness, it seems you’ve seen the Forbidden Fruit Lord after he’s been activated by magic-”

Princess Teresa, in her boar form, did not respond. She simply kept running outward with all her might.

It was as if she feared that if she were even a second late, something terrible would happen.

However, she didn’t get very far. The pale white defensive layer shattered, and two butterflies suddenly flew down and landed on Princess Teresa’s eyes, blocking her vision.

In her boar form, Princess Teresa let out a squeal and shook her head violently, trying to fling the butterflies off.

But before she could shake them loose, Princess Teresa felt a sharp, stinging pain in her eyes the next second, as if something corrosive had splashed into them.

The boar rolled frantically on the ground, instantly reverting to human form.

Princess Teresa reached up and tore the butterflies off her eyes, revealing eyelids and whites stained by corrosive powder-red and swollen.

She could barely open them.

She struggled to push herself up from the ground, still trying to make her way out. But with her vision sealed, her balance faltered; she staggered and slumped back down onto the grass.

“Is this what you did to Doren too?”

Princess Teresa bit back the searing pain and snapped the question.

At the same time, her hands scrabbled wildly through the grass, feeling around for something.

The butterfly circling above her head spoke again in the girl’s voice:

“No. Your Highness-your brother, Your Highness Dolun-suffered far more than what you’re suffering right now.”

The butterfly with shimmering blue-green wings drifted down, returned to human form, and picked up the apple from the ground.

“If you’re looking for the apple, it’s in my hand now.”

She glanced toward the center of the lawn, where the withered tree had already sunk into the pond and vanished, then continued:

“From this moment on, whether you can leave this place is up to me alone, Your Highness.”

As soon as the words fell, the grass underfoot began to flow toward the center, like a lake surface forming a whirlpool.

Beili shot a look at the pond, now stirring with movement, and said without emotion:

“Your Highness, you can’t see, so I’ll spell out your situation. At this rate, you have about half a minute before you get dragged into the pool in the middle.”

Princess Teresa’s face turned even whiter. Her shoulders shook. She clenched her lip and forced herself to stand-only to fall again.

Beili watched in silence, waiting for her final choice.

…

Beili was used to it: the more urgent and frantic things became, the calmer her face looked.

In truth, her insides were already like ants on a hot pan-burning with anxiety.

If Princess Teresa refused to yield even to the death, then Beili would truly have no choice but to abandon the Black Bone Scythe here.

Staring at the brown-curled girl being drawn toward the pool, the weight in Beili’s chest grew heavier and heavier.

Until-

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know! Save me!”

Princess Teresa screamed in terror.

A heartbeat before she would have fallen into the pond, the Morpho Butterflies that had been silently perched on her back swiftly lifted her up.

Beneath her, the pool continued to sink and spin.

One butterfly flew to Princess Teresa’s front.

Its wings beat softly, as if a faint current of air were gently brushing over her red, swollen, injured eyes.