Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 267

Chapter 267

After taking the tray, Beili sat down and began to eat. Ashera sat beside her, watching her.

She had spaced out for a moment because she suddenly remembered that Ashera had gone a very long time without eating.

She thought back to the state he had been in after he was locked up in Holy Island Academy following the Thorn Game.

If he went too long without eating, he might become terribly thin.

If he remained completely unchanged in the dream…

Beili swallowed a bite of bread spread with jam and asked, “Are you hungry?”

Beili did not mind him going out to eat a few people steeped in sin. Although that would not replenish his Mana, it would at least give him a reason to maintain his current appearance.

“If I am hungry… what happens?”

The boy sounded a little hesitant.

“If you’re hungry, we can go look around the Town. You can pick a few who suit your taste…”

The boy understood. He shook his head and said softly, “The people here are… a little strange. Even if I eat them, there is no Mana. Compared to them, I would rather…”

His golden gaze unconsciously fell on her lips, which moved slightly as she chewed.

“No-”

Beili realized what he meant.

She raised a hand and pinched the boy’s pale cheek.

“Take a day off.”

Even though she was the master of this dream, Beili still found it exhausting.

It was no exaggeration to say that once, she had even drifted off into a daze, but that had not affected the boy’s enthusiasm at all.

They had even changed positions.

Of course, the boy had plenty of ways to wake her up again.

“All right.”

The boy agreed.

“Then let’s… go take a look…”

Only, the light in his golden eyes dimmed somewhat.

…

After they had eaten their fill, they went to the low shed beside the mud house.

Aside from the chicks and ducklings that had not yet grown up and were kept in the shed, the other livestock-cattle, sheep, and the like-were all allowed to roam free.

The animals were very obedient, and Beili was quite satisfied, even though their obedience came from Ashera’s bewitchment.

The boy glanced at them, then lightly stroked his fingertip. Feed floated into each of their wooden troughs. Once they were full, they would stroll around nearby on their own to digest.

Everything was in perfect order.

The villagers all felt that these poultry and livestock were not quite normal, but if they came from the Noble household at the end of the road, then it made sense.

Bloodline could explain everything.

…

At the village entrance, Beili took Ashera by the hand and borrowed a communal camel.

The tall, docile camel carried the two of them toward the nearby Town.

After arriving at the Town, they tied the camel at the designated camel-hitching area at the entrance, where someone was specifically in charge of watching over them.

Then the two of them walked hand in hand down the street at a leisurely pace.

The environment in the Town was clearly much better than in the village. There were far fewer flies, and there were almost no red marks on people’s faces and arms left behind by lice sucking their blood.

It seemed that the rampant growth of flies and lice had already been effectively brought under control.

As Beili walked, she said to Ashera, “Look around and see if there is anyone suitable to go after.”

The people Ashera could go after now should all be wicked people who had committed every evil imaginable.

In the Year of Calamity, such people should exist.

However, the boy walking beside her seemed utterly uninterested.

His gaze merely swept lightly over those people without pausing in the slightest.

Feeding through slaughter no longer seemed capable of satisfying him.

His golden eyes were always wrapped in a layer of dimness, as if nothing around him could rouse his interest.

Then he seemed to spot something. The boy suddenly stopped, his golden eyes flickering slightly.

Beili also stopped and followed his gaze.
In one shop, displayed in the most eye-catching spot, she saw a mannequin dressed in a garment made of fine golden chains.

Slender gold chains were layered one over another, glinting with lavish, fragmented light.

But-

There was nothing underneath.

Beili’s heart gave a sudden thump, and her ears went red in an instant.

“You-”

She quickly raised both hands and covered the boy’s eyes, saying in a rather fierce tone, “You’re not allowed to look at that.”

With his eyes covered, the boy blinked lightly.

His soft lashes brushed across her palm like gentle feathers.

The corners of his cold, thin lips curved up ever so slightly.

“But… I-I-I… ahem!… I want to see you wear that.”

The boy said it honestly, faintly, and with a stammer.

…

Here he went again.

Making not-at-all modest requests in that feeble little voice.

Beili’s ears turned as red as if they’d been pickled in red wine for three months, the color spreading all the way down her fair neck.

“You’re not even allowed to think about it-”

She kept her tone fierce. “You’re not allowed to think.”

As she spoke, she took the boy’s hand and led him several steps to the side.

Her pace was hurried, as though she were terrified that if they walked any slower, a certain lamb’s gaze would drift back to that fine golden chain dress with nothing underneath.

Only after confirming that the boy could no longer see the garment inside the shop did she finally stop.

She held the boy’s hand, the embarrassment in her red eyes not yet faded.

On the silver-haired boy’s pale, gloomy face, there was only innocence and harmlessness.

His lashes lowered slightly as he looked at her with innocent golden eyes, though a barely perceptible smile floated deep within them.

The lazy afternoon sunlight spilled across the streets of the Town, and the air was filled with the faint smell of dust and the aromas of all kinds of food.

Ashera looked over the rows of shops as though he’d thought of something. His golden eyes flickered faintly, and he turned his head to say, “I’m leaving for a bit.”

Beili blinked her red eyes. Thinking he was going to “hunt,” she nodded and said with a faint smile, “Sure. I’ll just find a restaurant…”

She swept her gaze around, then pointed at a shop across the street.

“I’ll wait for you there.”

The silver-haired boy nodded lightly.

…

After the boy left, Beili threaded through the passersby and walked to the shop diagonally across the street.

It was the only restaurant in the Town still open. When Beili went inside, she saw that quite a few people were already seated there. The place was filled with the sound of conversation and the light clinking of cutlery.

She ordered Tilisha’s most common dessert, rice pudding, along with a cup of camel milk, then found a seat by the window.

Her right hand held a fork absentmindedly, but her gaze kept drifting toward the shop on the corner.

It was as if there were a piece of clothing inside, sparkling away, tempting her like it possessed Mana.

A certain thought spun back and forth in her mind, tangling itself up until her head felt like it was about to explode.

As she struggled over whether or not to buy it, she knitted her brows, unable to imagine what she would look like after putting it on.

“Honestly…”

She scratched at her burning ear and muttered a curse under her breath.

Just then-

A figure appeared outside the window.

The person stopped, slowly turned around, and stared straight at her through the glass.

Beili lifted her eyes and met that gaze.

In that instant, it was as if she’d been struck by lightning. The fork in her hand fell onto the plate with a loud clang.

All the things in the past connected to this person flooded into her mind.

In her heart, she softly recited that person’s name:

Bertie Swan.