Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 276

Chapter 276

Beili deliberately steered clear of that topic.

“What else do we need to buy before going to Holy Island Academy?”

She drew her faint brows together slightly and asked in confusion.

Er, yes. Wasn’t bringing the person enough? What else was there to buy?

She truly didn’t quite understand.

After all, when she had hitched a last-minute ride in Cyril’s carriage to Sainthos, she hadn’t brought anything at all.

Back then, she hadn’t even owned a Spatial Bracelet.

Besides, once she arrived at Holy Island Academy, the attic room had basically everything she needed.

So the student dormitories couldn’t possibly be that bad, right?

“Luoluo, nothing in Holy Island Academy is any good!”

Lance was instantly led astray by her question. He lifted a long, elegant finger and waved it in disapproval.

“No one uses the things provided by the Academy. From big things like beds and blankets to small things like cups and towels, everyone buys their own and brings them along.”

Beds? Beds?

Beili thought she had misheard.

“You even have to bring your own bed?”

Lance’s lips spread into a grin.

“Yes, Luoluo. It’s very common among students. I mean, everyone does it, because the beds at Holy Island Academy are absolutely impossible to sleep in.”

He spread his hands and shrugged.

Beili blinked her red eyes, finding it hard to believe.

Just how terrifying could the Noble be?

“Then are you bringing a bed this time too, Lance?”

She paused, then asked hesitantly, “I heard that when school starts this time, servants won’t be allowed.”

If he had to bring a bed, that would be hard physical labor. She was tactfully reminding him of that fact.

Lance curved his foxlike eyes and burst out laughing.

“No need, Luoluo. Cyril and I only replaced the beds in our dorm last semester. You know, last semester was very short…”

…

Holy Island Academy.

Morning.

Sunlight streamed in through the gauze curtains, flowing softly into every corner of the room.

The wall clock opened its tiny door, and a wood-carved cuckoo bird popped out.

The steady chime of “clang, clang, clang” rang out together with the cuckoo’s call.

Beili opened her eyes and listened to the sound of waves outside the window.

Oh, yes.

It had already been exactly half a month since she came to Holy Island Academy to enroll.

Although before this, her plan had been to travel through every country and every Town to collect Mana.

But after drifting around Tilisha for a while, she had no desire to go anywhere too far in the near future.

After returning to Butterfly Valley, she spent several days in a daze.

Often, someone would be speaking to her from across the way, and as they talked, her gaze would gradually lose focus.

Her thoughts would drift off to some unknown place.

But when she later tried to think back carefully, she found she hadn’t actually been thinking about anything at all.

Oh, in a state like that, she truly wasn’t suited to going out alone to collect Mana again.

Beili knew herself well enough.

She should reintegrate into ordinary life for a while.

Attend magic classes with people her own age, do homework together, participate in group activities together…

Her jewel-like dark red eyes stared blankly at the ceiling for only a little while before she heard a girl’s irritable, continuous shouting from the bedroom next door after being woken up.

“Stop making noise-”

“So annoying! So annoying!”

Renee had a very serious case of morning temper, and Beili was already used to it.

Yes, the student dormitories at Holy Island Academy were all double rooms.

Her roommate was Lance’s younger sister, and also the princess of Tilisha, Renee.

Fortunately, the dormitory came with two bedrooms, and each bedroom had its own separate bathroom, so she and Renee could avoid disturbing each other.

As for the spacious living room outside the bedrooms, neither of them spent much time there.

Beili threw back the covers, got out of bed, and took a set of Academy uniform from the wardrobe.
The pale flaxen, Greek-style robe was knotted on one side, leaving half of her other shoulder bare. The fabric was light and airy, falling all the way to her ankles.

She went to the washroom to freshen up, then combed her slightly mussed hair in front of the mirror.

The girl in the mirror still had long, silver curls, pale brows, red eyes, and a coolly beautiful face.

When she wore no expression, her whole person gave off an aloof chill.

And yet something seemed different.

In truth, nothing was different. She had only slept, had only had a very long dream, had only fallen in love once within that dream, and now…

She had simply had her heart broken.

And it was a heartbreak she had brought about herself.

Beili let out a soft breath, stopped her thoughts from wandering, walked out of the bathroom, and opened the door to her room.

Renee still had not gotten up.

The girl had barely attended any daytime classes. The only exception had been the first day, when she had gotten up bright and early in high spirits, run to the boys’ dormitory to wait for her brother Lance, then linked arms with him and gone to the classroom.

Every day after that, Renee had slept in.

Magic classes were basically all scheduled for the mornings, so they were still rather important.

Although the spells the mentors taught were things Beili could accomplish with ease simply by lifting a finger and summoning the Morpho Butterflies.

But in order to find something to do, Beili temporarily stopped using her black Mana. Instead, like everyone else, she followed the mentors’ methods and began developing another Mana Pool.

If she found something to do, something a little difficult, she would not let her mind wander.

She arrived at the classroom.

Beili chose a seat in the corner and sat down.

She woke very early and was almost always the first person in the classroom every day.

So she usually ate breakfast there.

Taking a crumpled bundle of oiled paper from her cloth bag, she unwrapped it to reveal a butter mille-feuille pastry.

Beili lowered her head and took a bite.

She heard someone walk in, but paid it no mind.

In a little while, more students would trickle into the classroom one after another.

Right now, the only thing she cared about was-

Damn it, this butter mille-feuille was really choking her.

Beili raised a hand and lightly thumped her chest.

A cup of cocoa milk suddenly appeared in front of her, the thin oiled paper folded into neat pleats around the rim to seal it shut.

“Drink.”

Someone spoke in a cold voice.

Beili accepted the cup of cocoa milk and took two sips. Only after she had washed the food down did she raise her red eyes and look at the person who had taken the opportunity to sit beside her.

Soft, glossy black short hair. A tall, straight nose. A finely sculpted profile. And eyes like amethysts soaked in ice water.

After Cyril sat down beside her, he also took out a small oiled-paper packet, opened it, and began eating.

Oh… This guy seemed to have always eaten breakfast in the dining hall before, hadn’t he?

“Your Highness, you-”

Beili had only just begun when Cyril cut her off coldly.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I didn’t buy this cup of cocoa milk especially for you.”

Beili: …

“Your Highness, what are you having for breakfast?”

She calmly finished what she had meant to say.

Cyril: …

“…Blueberry pie.”

His tone was a little stiff.

Beili nodded, and then neither of them spoke.

She and Cyril were actually very similar in temperament. They both said what needed to be said and stayed silent when there was nothing to say. They both disliked cumbersome things and had very little patience…

So sometimes, when His Highness the Prince put on a sour face and frightened all the surrounding students into silence, Beili knew he was not actually angry.

He was just a little impatient.

…

The two of them ate breakfast quietly. Students entered the classroom one after another, and their gazes all landed on the pair as if by prior agreement.