Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 248

Chapter 248

Beili picked up a thin pancake, placed a piece of squab on it, drizzled on some mallow soup, then rolled it up and ate it.

She took the white ceramic jar containing memories of the Year of Calamity from her Spatial Bracelet, then lightly lifted her fingertips and summoned one of the Morpho Butterflies before her.

After she gave it an order in her mind, the Morpho Butterflies flapped its blue-green wings and flew lightly into the ceramic jar.

The Morpho Butterflies would observe the memories for her, and when she opened the Dream Domain, it would recreate the scenes from those memories.

Last was Madam Constance.

…

Night fell.

Because they were leaving early the next morning, Beili washed up, changed her clothes, and got into bed early.

The woman sleeping beside her seemed to be awakened by her movements. She turned over and naturally pulled Beili into her arms.

“Mother, we have to get up early tomorrow, so we need to rest well tonight.”

Beili spoke in a small voice.

The woman seemed half-asleep and gave a muffled response.

Beili gathered her thoughts. Her gaze passed through the silently fluttering Morpho Butterflies and lingered on the ceiling for a while.

All day, she had felt as if she had overlooked something.

Now that she had quieted down and thought about it carefully, it was the period after she and Lance returned from the Tomb of the Former King of Tilisha, all the way until she opened her eyes in the morning.

In other words, last night.

That segment of her memory had been overlooked.

Because it was after that that Madam Constance became abnormal.

Beili felt it was necessary to check what had happened last night.

She possessed the ability to enter other people’s dreams, so she could open Madam Constance’s dream.

Although she did not have the ability to rewind a scene, she could try to make Madam Constance dream about what happened after Beili opened the door and came back that night.

Perhaps the scene from that time would continue from there.

After all, that was something that had truly happened between her and Madam Constance.

With that thought, Beili gave an order in her mind to one of the Morpho Butterflies, then closed her eyes.

…

When the moon rose to the highest point of the night sky…

The night grew silent as everyone slept.

Following its orders, the Morpho Butterflies gently descended. The instant before it was about to touch the girl’s brow, it scattered into a shower of broken light and sank into her mind.

The Morpho Butterflies opened the Dream Domain for her.

In the empty darkness, a grain of stardust appeared.

The stardust drifted down.

As if an oil painting were slowly being pulled open, a swirling nebula and a melting moon appeared in the night sky.

Then the stardust fell into a black desert.

Beili’s gaze followed it down.

In the windless black desert, she did not see Madam Constance’s door as she had expected.

Yes.

Based on her previous experience, there should have been a door with Madam Constance’s name hanging on it, appearing before her.

But at this moment…

There was only a pure black door standing there.

It nearly blended into the night and the boundless black desert around it.

There was no name on it, only an entire surface of abyssal black. A thick aura of darkness seeped out from the crack in the door.

Just as it had the last time she saw it, it was radiating a fatal allure toward her.

This door.

Her memories were awakened in an instant.

Beili recognized this door. She had seen it at Holy Island Academy.

It was Ashera’s door.

This was enough to prove that the person sleeping beside her was not Madam Constance. It was Ashera.

…

Standing before the black door…

As if struck by thunder and lightning, Beili’s mind went completely blank, and her whole body froze in place.

While she was stunned with fright, the Morpho Butterflies that had received her order ahead of time had already begun splitting again and again into a large swarm.

Like pieces of a puzzle, they covered that black door.

Then the blue-green light faded away.

…

To be honest…

The moment Beili saw Ashera’s door, the only thought left in her mind was to flee.

She might escape the Dream Domain, open her eyes in bed, and then, in the darkness, meet the gaze of the “Madam Constance” beside her.
Beili could almost imagine how fast her heart would be pounding in an environment like that, how frantic her eyes would look.

Ashera would see through her at once.

So Beili forced herself to calm down.

She wasn’t ready, but the dream cage she had built for Ashera had to be opened now.

Beili stepped toward the black door.

There was no handle on it.

As she drew closer, the door gradually enlarged in her vision, and the scenery around it began to warp.

Beili reached out.

The instant she touched the door, the scene before her spun.

When she raised her eyes again, the first thing that entered her sight was a vivid flash of red.

“Lance…”

Beili heard herself call softly.

Only then did she realize she was being carried on the boy’s back.

Oh… So this part of her memory was missing too, but she must have truly blacked out.

Beili had no impression of it at all.

She lifted her head and looked around, discovering that she and Lance were on the stairs of the Inn.

The red-haired, black-eyed boy heard her voice and gave a soft “Mm,” then turned his head slightly.

She saw that a faint drunken flush still lingered on the boy’s face, which was painted with intricate, beautiful patterns.

“A little more awake now?”

Lance’s voice was full of laughter as he said, “Luoluo, you really can’t hold your liquor! You didn’t tell me that before we drank. Otherwise, I definitely wouldn’t have let you drink so much wine.”

Lance turned his head back and looked ahead.

“But you woke up at just the right time, because we’re almost there.”

As soon as he finished speaking, they stepped onto the last stair and arrived in the corridor.

“According to what you said just now, turn left on the Third Floor, third room. This one, right?”

Lance murmured as he searched, then walked to the door of the room and let go so she could stand on the floor.

“Where’s the key? Do you have it on you?”

Lance asked.

“I do.”

She heard herself answer with a nod.

“Where is it?”

Lance asked her.

Then…

Beili felt herself paw randomly at the surface of her gauze dress, only to grab a handful of air.

Then she showed Lance the air in her hand and said breezily, “The key is right here.”

“There’s nothing in your hand, Luoluo.” Lance’s black eyes blinked, and a helpless smile appeared in his narrow, foxlike eyes. “I’ll go downstairs and find someone from the Inn to help open the door for you.”

Beili watched herself reach out and grab Lance before he could turn away. In a serious, solemn voice, she said, “The key is in my hand. Why bother calling the staff? That’s so troublesome.”

She displayed the air key in her hand again and said to the boy, “Watch carefully. It’s just opening a door. Very simple. All you have to do is insert the key.”

Beili watched in mortified helplessness as she inserted a handful of air into the keyhole.

At the same time, she kept muttering, “Then turn the key.”

Miraculously…

There was a click, and the door actually opened.

A gust of icy air spilled through the crack.

Like a cold wind in the depths of winter, it carried a chill that seeped out and cleared her drunken head a little.

She turned back, met the boy’s somewhat surprised expression, and waved with a smile.

“I’m going in, then. Lance, hurry back to the palace. Remember what I asked you to do, about the people who lived through the Year of Calamity.”

The boy nodded and said to her, “Don’t worry, Luoluo. I remember everything.”

After the two of them said goodbye, Beili entered the room.

The door closed. Her vision shifted, and she saw that gloomy figure from behind.

It was as if endless black haze drifted around him, filling the entire room with suffocating oppression.