Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 234

Chapter 234

The Morpho Butterflies behind her instantly hid themselves within the girl’s hair and the folds of her skirt.

They remained motionless, looking like nothing more than beautiful ornaments.

“Miss Bartholomew, His Majesty the King requests a few words with you.”

Several Knights approached her and spoke.

Beili looked at the carriage decorated with gold and jewels parked across from the Church, then glanced at another carriage parked further away.

The King of Nauze had actually come here in person from the palace.

Perhaps he had heard news of Princess Teresa and Prince Doron.

Beili nodded in response and followed the Knights to the side of the luxurious carriage.

“Your Majesty.”

She lifted her skirt and curtsied slightly to the King of Nauze inside the carriage.

“You summoned me. Is there something you require?”

Through the gold-carved lattice window of the carriage, a bloated, aged face appeared.

His gaze fell upon the girl, swept past the bearded man behind her, and then looked toward the tightly closed Church.

“It is nothing much, really. I simply wanted to ask about the situation inside… Is my dear brother gaining the upper hand, or is the Forbidden Fruit Lord?”

With excitement and anticipation he couldn’t suppress in his eyes, the King of Nauze asked in a tone that feigned concern.

Hearing this, Beili guessed that Ashera must have used some kind of excuse to make the King of Nauze believe that to obtain eternal life, he first had to let him deal with the Forbidden Fruit Lord.

“I am not certain, Your Majesty.”

She decided to keep herself out of it. “He entered the Inner Hall alone.”

As soon as she spoke, Beili felt the ground beneath her feet suddenly begin to vibrate.

From deep underground came a dull, booming sound, like the roar of a wild beast.

Panic-stricken cries erupted from the shops and houses on both sides of the street.

Many people opened their doors, wanting to run from the buildings into the open street, only to be driven back by the Knights.

“Does he need help, then?”

Inside the carriage, the King spread his hands and spoke euphemistically:

“Though there are few Mages left, we still have many fine Knights.”

“…”

No wonder Ashera said the King had prepared a grand feast for him; it turned out the King really had offered up the Mages as sacrifices.

Beili paused for a moment before asking in return:

“Did he ever mention to you that he needed help?”

Inside the carriage, the King fell silent for a while.

Beili guessed that Ashera must have warned the King not to interfere, so she also remained silent.

She turned her head, her deep red gaze passing through the ranks of Knights once more to look into the distance.

There-

The carriage that had been parked there was gone.

How could it be gone?

Her eyelashes trembled slightly as Beili pulled her gaze back, her brow furrowing slightly.

Could the horses have been spooked by the ground’s vibration and bolted?

If they had run off, she would have to leave by flying.

Fortunately, her Mana was very abundant right now. Flying back to Sainthos would be faster than taking a carriage-it would just be a bit more tiring.

*Drip.*

*Drip.*

The raindrops falling from the sky began to increase.

A Knight approached and spoke to the King of Nauze:

“Your Majesty, with the exception of Princess Teresa and Prince Doron, all other members of the Royal Family have returned to the palace and are waiting in the main hall.”

Inside the carriage, the King did not ask about the whereabouts of Princess Teresa and Doren, simply giving a brief “Mm.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

Knight: “Your Majesty, the palace physicians say that the Kinship Verification requires your participation as well.”

“Oh, look at my memory. Then let us take half the men back to the palace first.”

Inside the carriage, the King seemed to just realize this and let out a chuckle.

“As for you, Miss Bartholomew…”

The King thought for a moment.

“Come back to the palace with us.”

Receiving a signal from the King, two Knights walked up to her.

“Miss Bartholomew, please follow us.”

Lightly wiping away a raindrop that had fallen on her forehead, Beili nodded with a calm expression.

As she walked behind the Knights, she pondered her situation.

She glanced briefly at the Knights standing in neat rows on both sides of the street, then looked at the person behind her-

Perhaps she would have to leave Mr. Vulture here and use her Beast Transformation to slip away secretly.

Actually, Beili had brought Mr. Vulture along partly because she had made a deal with him before and wanted to take him away from Ashera’s clutches as well.

On the other hand, it was because Mr. Vulture’s enchanted state represented the status of Ashera’s Mana.

By observing Mr. Vulture, Beili could know when Ashera’s Mana was exhausted.

In any case… she was truly sorry.

Beili offered a few silent prayers in her heart, while simultaneously preparing herself to use Beast Transformation and fly away.

However.

When her deep red eyes swept toward the bearded man behind her.

She suddenly met a pair of eyes with soft contours.

Mr. Vulture was awake.

That meant-

Ashera’s Mana was exhausted.

A bolt of lightning streaked through the layers of stacked grayish-white clouds, leaving a fleeting trail like a water snake.

Immediately after, thunder rumbled.

Raindrops gradually dampened her long, curly silver-gray hair.

The two Knights leading the way glanced at their horses and quickened their pace.

Beili lifted her fingertip slightly, letting the Morpho Butterflies hidden in her hair relay a message to the man.

‘Mr. Vulture, can you use Beast Transformation?’

Although the man’s gaze still held a clear sense of daze amidst his composure, Beili had no time to explain things to him.

Ashera had enchanted Mr. Vulture, making him follow them all the way from the border town of Nauze to the Nauze Imperial City.

Even though the two of them had long since stopped needing a guide, Ashera refused to let him go.

The reason for this…

If she guessed correctly, Mr. Vulture was also of Noble blood, and his identity was likely anything but ordinary.

The bearded man behind her remained silent for two seconds before answering in a low voice:

“I can.””
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