Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - chapter 25

Beili did not ask any questions.

When that astonishing Mana flowed through her body, many tangled, thread-like mysteries unraveled naturally.

Focusing all her attention on the swarm of Morpho Butterflies fluttering around her, she began to use Mana.

As if responding to her summons, the number of Morpho Butterflies multiplied in an instant, then danced and settled on the walls, gradually covering the entire cell.

Tiny flashes of light filled the underground cell.

Then, faintly, some familiar outlines began to form, deepening from light to dark.

As the glow of the Morpho Butterflies gradually faded, the surroundings transformed into that familiar attic room.

However, the silver cage engraved with runes that imprisoned Ashera also appeared in the attic, crushing the tables, chairs, and cabinets into fragments.

In the blink of an eye, the Young Woman turned into a swarm of Butterflies, fluttered outside the cage, and instantly returned to human form by the French window.

The moon merged into a ribbon, casting a thin, gentle light.

Like a veil of mist dusted with silver powder, it draped over the Young Woman’s silky, lustrous silver-gray curls.

Her gem-like, deep red eyes quietly gazed upward.

Outside the window, the night sky was still scattered with a few twisted, vortex-shaped nebulae.

They were still in the dream world.

Just as Beili had guessed, the Dream Corridor was connected by multiple doors, and behind each door was that person’s dream.

Of course, there were also real rooms.

After Bartholomew opened the Dream Corridor in her sleep, she could travel between dreams and reality through the doors in the corridor.

As for the extent of its reach, Beili was still unsure.

Judging by the number of doors, it should be quite large.

Lost in thought, Beili raised her hand.

A Butterfly slowly fluttered its wings and landed on her fingertip.

Looking closely, the blue-green glow enveloping the Butterfly had grown even fainter.

Not only that, but the black mist that once surrounded the Butterfly had almost completely vanished.

The Mana Ashera had given her was nearly depleted.

She had to hurry and find the door to the ‘Third Floor of the Library’.

Thinking of this…

“Ashera…”

Beili looked at the Butterfly on her fingertip and said anxiously, “Which item in the attic room is the one you want? Please tell me quickly, I still have unfinished business and need to get out-”

Suddenly.

A faint, sharp wail sounded behind her, cutting her words short.

The Butterfly on her fingertip shuddered as if startled, and quickly flew away.

Startled, Beili turned around.

Her gaze swept from the vortex-shaped night sky outside the French window back to Ashera inside the cage.

The thin, blind boy was gone.

At this moment, replacing him in the cage was a man with a pair of twisted Black Goat Horns on his head.

Wisps of black mist swirled around his body.

He was lying on his back in the cage, his right hand raised high, tightly clutching a simple Red Sunny Doll.

A piercing wail came from between his fingers.

The Red Sunny Doll, only the size of a fist, was squeezed and deformed by the man’s tightening grip, and began to gush, pouring out a torrent of bright red blood.

With his head tilted back and mouth open, he drank the blood in great gulps as if it were wine, a look of pleasure appearing on his face.

The blood flowed endlessly.

He swallowed again and again.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

Blood trickled down the elegant lines of his lips, staining his chin and neck, as well as the long, newly grown silver hair that spilled across the bottom of the cage like a cascade of starlight.

The scene was both bloody and dark, with a strange, eerie beauty.

…

Beili stood frozen, staring blankly at the man who was both unfamiliar and familiar.

And at the pair of slightly twisted Black Goat Horns on his head.

This was their second meeting.
The last time Beili saw Ashera in this form, less than a minute had passed before she had her neck twisted and broken.

Beili instinctively touched her own neck, then silently took half a step back.

Suddenly, the man turned his head, those hollow golden eyes ‘looking’ up at her.

“I have already obtained it.”

Within the black mist, the man spoke.

That voice was different from Ashera’s original clear, weak, and stuttering boyish tone; now, it was a deep and hoarse male voice.

“Although someone took the liberty of digesting one without my permission…”

The upturned, bloodstained corner of his lips slowly smoothed out, and for a moment, his expression turned icy cold.

In the next second, his lips curled back into a satisfied arc.

“But since you made the food so conveniently edible, I’ve decided to spare you this time.”

He tossed aside the shriveled Sunny Doll in his hand, then picked up the remaining two Red Sunny Dolls next to him.

Soon after.

Two sharp wails, accompanied by the ‘crack’ of breaking bones, came from between the man’s fingers.

A brief, low laugh escaped his throat as he drank the blood once more.

The metallic scent of blood filled the air.

The black mist that originally lingered around the man seemed to grow even thicker as he drank the fresh blood.

Listening to his words, Beili was deeply alarmed and realized something was wrong.

The Sunny Dolls in his hand were unfamiliar to Beili.

She couldn’t even recall when these Sunny Dolls had appeared in the attic room.

But the striking red color made Beili involuntarily connect them with the missing Red Cardinals from the Holy Church Academy.

“What do you mean… Are these dolls actually people?” she asked.

“Well…”

Hearing her words, the man gave her a meaningful look.

He stood up, slowly raising his hand.

Beili saw the chains, wreathed in black mist and extending from his wrists, easily snapping into several pieces.

They clattered to the ground.

With a swipe of his fingertip.

The silver cage restraining the man seemed to become as fragile as paper, bending open with a gap.

As he floated away, it shattered into fragments on the floor.

Before Beili could gather her thoughts, a shadow fell over her.

The man had somehow moved to the floor-to-ceiling window, his pale, perfectly sculpted face coming close, those hollow golden eyes ‘looking’ at her.

A suffocating sense of oppression swept over her.

Beili’s red eyes trembled. She instinctively stepped back, but her back had just touched the window when the man reached out to her.

His fingertips were as cold as ever.

He leisurely stroked the Morpho Butterfly resting on Beili’s collarbone, his voice low and hoarse, his tone slow:

“That’s not important, my dear Little Butterfly…”

“If I remember correctly, you just said you still had unfinished business, but it seems your time is running out,” he said.

The Morpho Butterfly on her collarbone fluttered its wings, making a rapid, delicate vibrating sound, as if full of wariness toward him.

His cold fingertips pressed down on the restless wings, and he picked it up.

“After all, such a vast Dream Domain cannot be opened at just any time.”

“As for me… there’s no need to worry. Delicious things must be savored slowly.”

As he spoke, the corner of his mouth lifted in a faint smile, like a Black Mandrake blooming in hell.

He released the Morpho Butterfly back into the air.

“My dear Little Butterfly, go search again. Perhaps you’ll find something new and delicious.”

“Once you do, wake me in your own way.”

His voice was laced with a gentle laugh, as if whispering the sweetest words to a lover.

“I’ll come to you at once, and savor it.”