Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 251

Chapter 251

“I want to go back to the Inn and rest, darling. I want you to come with me.”

After thinking it over, Ashera chose not to kill Lance.

A little while later, the carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the Inn.

Beili got down from the carriage first, followed by Ashera.

“Luoluo, I’ve had this strange feeling all day…”

Lance stuck half his head out through the carriage window and whispered to her,

“…You have to trust a fox’s sixth sense, Luoluo. It’s always been accurate!”

Beili sighed inwardly.

It was accurate, all right. But the dangerous person wasn’t approaching her. He had been lurking by her side all along… and who knew for how long.

Beili carefully thought back.

If she judged by when Madam Constance’s abnormal body temperature had first appeared, it should have been the day they went to see the Desert Lantern Festival… Oh. No.

It had been even earlier than that.

That night in the bonfire tent.

Because Madam Constance and the Duke had made a call through the Communication Orb, and during that call, the woman had told the Duke where they were having fun.

Late that night, Ashera had appeared.

So when they were watching the sky lanterns in the Moon Bay desert, the person standing beside her had also been Ashera.

The moment Beili realized this, she heard herself say to Lance in the carriage,

“…Then I suppose we can say goodbye now.”

What followed was a long, drawn-out farewell, during which Cyril was even brought up.

Beili barely listened to what she and Lance said.

Because this time, she could clearly feel the aura behind her growing colder and colder, the pressure sinking lower and lower.

It was like a vast bank of dark clouds pressing down on her from behind.

The fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, but at the time, all she had cared about was saying goodbye to Lance. She had not noticed it at all.

“…In any case, I’ll be leaving here tomorrow. I will make good use of the memories of the Tilisha Disaster Year. Thank you again, Lance. I’ll come find you again on this day next year.”

Beili heard herself say this, then lift her face and give Lance a gentle smile.

‘She’s… smiling at him?’

Beili heard an incredulous voice come from behind her, carrying a faint tremor on the verge of anger.

“Luoluo, what time are you leaving tomorrow?”

Lance curved his narrow fox eyes, raised a hand to cover his mouth, and asked in a whisper, his black eyes faintly bright,

“How about I go back, pack up, and leave with you? It’s too dangerous for you to travel alone with your mother…”

Hail and lightning churned inside the vast dark cloud behind her.

Although she had already experienced this and knew what would happen next, Beili still felt a little creeped out.

“No.”

She heard herself refuse in a stern tone.

Lance’s brows furrowed slightly, and he rested his face pitifully on the back of his hand.

“Why not? Luoluo-”

Then her wrist was seized. With a dark expression, Ashera grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the Inn.

Up the stairs, back to the room.

“Mother…”

Beili heard herself call softly.

Ashera flung her hand away.

Wearing Madam Constance’s skin, he revealed the same ferocious expression he always had when he was angry.

Even the color of his shadow deepened.

“Mother, I was wrong. I only…”

Beili heard herself admit her mistake in a small voice.

“Only what?”

Ashera cut her off, his clouded eyes turning toward her. “You only like him?”

‘Now… go down… and kill him…’

A young man’s voice came from inside his body again, also trembling with anger.

‘He still hasn’t… left…’

‘He actually… hasn’t left…’

‘Go kill him… Kill him…’

“No. Lance and I are just friends.”

She heard herself shake her head and deny it.
“I was wrong, Mother. It won’t happen again.”

She made the promise in an earnest tone.

‘She said… it won’t happen again…’

The young man’s voice softened slightly.

But Ashera did not. His chest heaved violently as he paced back and forth through the room in a restless, agitated frenzy.

Just like he used to when he was angry or upset, walking back and forth, over and over.

After who knew how many laps, Ashera finally stopped and glanced back at her.

Beili remembered that at this moment, her expression must have been extremely panicked.

Because she was terrified that Madam Constance would be upset with her. What if she got angry and insisted on going back to Sainthos, back to Butterfly Valley…? Besides, nothing like this had ever happened before.

Oh… back then, she had been scared completely senseless, left with nothing but a face full of helpless confusion.

Ashera must have seen her expression and realized he had lost control, because his own expression instantly eased as well.

“Darling…” There was still the faintest trace of anger in his tone and between his brows as he said in a low voice, “Mommy’s head hurts.”

Beili watched herself step forward and help Ashera lie down by the bed.

The dream shifted to evening.

A clerk brought dinner, then took out a calming potion and a ceramic pendant carved with an eye pattern.

Beili’s gaze lowered along with it.

When she saw the note in the clerk’s hand-‘She may be possessed by an evil spirit. This Scarab Amulet can drive evil spirits away. Please keep it on you’-she sighed inwardly.

As expected of Tilisha’s finest physician. Such foresight.

She closed the door, applied the calming potion, then returned to the table and ate dinner.

…

The sun sank with the last of its afterglow.

Soon, night fell.

She washed up, changed clothes, and lay down on the bed.

Ashera, who was sleeping beside her, turned over and pulled her into his arms.

His body temperature was still on the high side.

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

Beili heard herself say softly.

She saw Ashera give a vague murmur in response, then the corners of his lips curved ever so slightly.

The Fluorite Lamp went out.

The bed was filled with flying Morpho Butterflies. She stared blankly at the ceiling.

When she gave the Morpho Butterflies the command in her heart to open the Dream Domain, Beili also sent instructions to the other Morpho Butterflies.

Because according to the original setting for opening the Dream Domain, the dream would end here.

What followed would be the weaving of the dream’s cage.

As she watched herself close her eyes, Beili’s vision sank into darkness.

The night grew silent.

When the moon rose to its highest point,

the Morpho Butterflies perched on the gauze curtains followed her command. They flapped their blue-green wings and flew out the window, soaring into the boundless night sky.

…

Year of Calamity-

[The waters turned to blood, fish died, and frogs overran the land]

A burst of noise rang out.

It came from the street outside the Inn.

Jolted awake by the sound, Beili’s eyes snapped open.

It was already light out.

The misty blue glow of early morning filtered through several layers of window gauze, shrouding everything in the room in a hazy glimmer.

The hand wrapped around her waist was pale, tinged with a faint gray.

Following that hand, she turned her head.

She saw that the man lying beside her pillow was no longer in Madam Constance’s form.

He lay on his side facing her, his long silver hair falling down to cover half his face, his beautiful brows relaxed.

Beneath his lightly closed eyes, his lashes were like two black feathers.

Those black feathers trembled lightly. His eyelids lifted, revealing a pair of sacred golden eyes.

When those golden eyes met her gaze, the Crimson Vertical Pupils within them narrowed until they were as thin as paper.

“Ashera…”

Before he could think or speak, Beili reached out and brushed aside the silver hair falling over his cheek, then pressed a gentle kiss to his cold, thin lips.

“Good morning.”