Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 246

Chapter 246

The corners of the woman’s lips curved almost imperceptibly. Her tightly drawn brows slowly relaxed before she said in a quiet voice, “I want to go back to the Inn and rest, darling. I want you to come with me.”

Beili said to Madam Constance, “Let’s stop by the clinic first. From Lance’s description, the clinic is much closer than the Inn.”

“Yes-”

Hearing her, Lance quickly chimed in, “Just turn left at the intersection and walk another hundred meters or so. The clinic has beds too, so you can rest there…”

As Lance reached the end of his sentence, he suddenly caught a flash of intense hostility in Madam Constance’s slightly lifted eyes.

Lance froze, stunned.

By the time he came back to himself and looked again, the woman had already lowered her head and was speaking gently to her daughter.

It was as if that gaze brimming with malice had only been his imagination.

Lance couldn’t help drawing his brows together.

Had he seen it wrong?

But the feeling in that instant had been so real that a faint unease stirred in his heart.

…

On the other side.

No matter how much Beili tried to persuade her, Madam Constance only wanted to return to the Inn and rest-and she wanted Beili to go back with her.

Beili could only go along with the woman’s wishes.

A short while later, the carriage slowly stopped at the entrance of the Inn.

Beili got down first, then took Madam Constance by the hand and helped her out of the carriage.

Lance leaned halfway out of the carriage window. Beneath his vivid, maple-red short hair, his eyes, black as polished ore, looked at her.

Beili lifted her gaze and gave the young man a faint smile in farewell. “Lance, thank you for today.”

His efficiency had been incredible.

If she had searched for clues bit by bit in Tilisha on her own, who knew how long it would have taken?

Lance looked at her as if he wanted to say something but held back.

Then his gaze lifted again, lightly sweeping over Madam Constance behind the girl, who looked uncomfortable and was pressing a hand to her forehead.

“Luoluo, I’ve had this feeling all day that I can’t quite explain…”

The young man’s eyes were serious as he said quietly, “I have a premonition that something bad is about to happen, or that some dangerous person is approaching. It’s making me really uneasy.”

“…”

The girl’s red eyes shifted slightly, but she said nothing.

“You have to trust a fox’s sixth sense, Luoluo.”

As if afraid she would take it as a joke, Lance emphasized each word in a low voice. “It’s always been accurate.”

Beili let the faint smile at the corners of her lips fade and answered him solemnly, “I believe you.”

“You’re right, Lance.”

“Actually, I have the same feeling you do…”

“Perhaps, like you said, danger is drawing near. But that’s something I’ve known all along, so I’ll be leaving the imperial city tomorrow.”

His short maple-red hair gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight, reflected in her eyes.

“So we can say goodbye now.”

At the word “goodbye,” Lance visibly froze.

“I know you must have had some unavoidable reason for coming to Tilisha. Otherwise, you never would have brought your mother with you to wander for so long in another kingdom.”
His slightly trembling dark eyes raced as he thought it over. Then he said, “Luoluo, if you’re willing, come back to the palace with me right now.”

“Tilisha’s Mage and Knight Order will keep you safe. Even if the ones hunting you down are the Sainthos Royal Family, I can still protect you.”

As Lance spoke, he reached out, wanting to touch the girl’s hair…

Oh. It was a habit of his.

Whenever pity stirred in his heart, the boy could not help wanting to stroke the other person’s hair to soothe them.

But-

An irritated, heavy cough yanked the boy’s thoughts back.

Lance snapped back to himself and awkwardly withdrew his hand.

On the other side,

Beili was a little puzzled by his words, especially the part about “the ones hunting you down are the Sainthos Royal Family.”

“Why would you say that?” she asked.

“Isn’t the person you’ve been hiding from Cyril… or Cyril’s father?” Lance asked in return.

“Aren’t you running away from your engagement to Cyril?”

The boy drew his brows together slightly, then quickly relaxed them again, his narrow, foxlike eyes curving upward.

“Luoluo, although I feel a little bad saying this about my roommate, facts are facts. Bravely rejecting a marriage arrangement with the Royal Family because you don’t love him, even going so far as to flee Sainthos-you’re doing something incredibly cool, Luoluo!”

Beili: …

Was that how the story was spreading in Sainthos now?

“You’ve misunderstood, Lance.”

Beili finally realized where the mix-up had come from and immediately explained, “The person I’m avoiding isn’t Cyril, and it isn’t the king of Sainthos either.”

It was someone far more terrifying, far more powerful, and far more sinister and cunning.

Madam Constance coughed again behind her, and there was an obvious hint of urging in the sound.

“In any case, I’ll be leaving here tomorrow.”

Beili brought the conversation back to the main point.

“As for the memories concerning the Tilisha Disaster Year, I’ll make good use of them. Thank you again, Lance.”

Thinking back to the first time she had met Lance, she had been in a bad mood because of something else, and when he had tried to talk to her, all he had gotten in return was impatience practically spilling out of her eyes.

Oh… right. She had also failed to control her Mana and pushed him into the fountain.

Beili gave the boy in the carriage window a gentle smile.

“I’ll come find you again on this day next year, because the scenery in the imperial city is beautiful.”

If she was lucky enough to survive the Demon, that was.

Clearly sensing the tenderness in her gaze, Lance could not help grinning, his narrow, foxlike eyes curving as he smiled back at her.

“But Luoluo, you did reject the engagement with Cyril, didn’t you?” the boy said.

“Before this, when Cyril and I were exchanging letters, that guy was so arrogant and provocative when he told me that on the day of his Coming-of-Age Ceremony, he would announce your engagement.”

The smile on the boy’s face gained a faint trace of bitterness.

“To tell you the truth, Luoluo, that kept me awake for days.”

The faint bitterness vanished, turning into smugness.

“But on the day of that guy’s Coming-of-Age Ceremony, he didn’t mention the engagement at all. So you must have rejected him, right, Luoluo?”