Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 290

Chapter 290

At the sight of those viscous fluids…

“Scatter-”

Beili spoke again.

At the same time, under her command, the Morpho Butterflies glowed with a blue-green light.

Stimulated by the sound and the light, the fluids retreated completely.

On the ground, she saw a lifeless corpse.

Its long, silver-gray curls were still soft and lustrous. Beneath its closed eyes, its lashes fanned out like black feathers.

It looked as if it had been gnawed by a ravaging swarm of locusts. Half of the corpse’s face had been stripped away, exposing the stark white bone of the jaw.

Beautiful, and horrifying.

It was her corpse.

…

At the bottom of the earthen cave.

In an even deeper, more distant place, Beili found her own corpse.

Her body lay quietly on the ground.

Only, there was nothing around it. No sign of Ashera.

Beili froze.

In that instant, only one conclusion came to mind.

Ashera had already taken the heart and left.

Leaving her here all alone.

Just as she had left him all alone in this dream world.

…

Although she had imagined this outcome countless times in secret,

when the scene truly appeared before her eyes, Beili still felt her heart stab sharply.

Then her mind went numb, as if every thought had come to a halt.

The Morpho Butterflies were linked to her senses.

While she stood there dazed, they circled around her, then gently fluttered to the corpse’s chest.

Beili stiffly shifted her crimson gaze over and saw, in the place that had been torn open from within, a smear of black.

It was Ashera’s heart.

He actually had not taken the heart.

If Ashera had not taken the heart, then this place was not Hell.

Then where was Ashera…

Beili’s numb, frozen mind gradually cleared.

At the same time, the fluids on the ground seemed to have adapted to the blue-green light given off by the Morpho Butterflies and began slowly writhing again, wrapping around the corpse once more.

Beili could not help letting her gaze linger on those viscous fluids.

The fluid was a red so dark it was nearly black.

The thick, suffocating stench of blood in the cave was coming from them.

Perhaps these fluids were Ashera.

Because he had not absorbed that black heart, and because he had no other source of Mana, Ashera had already degenerated into a mindless mass of viscous liquid.

Beili made the guess in silence.

…

She left the Dream Cage and returned to reality.

Beili slowly opened her eyes.

She turned her head.

Through the window, she saw a sky woven from blue and purple.

It was evening. The clouds on the horizon were dreamily brilliant, blended with a trace of deep gloom.

Beili stared blankly for quite a while, thinking that she should have Doctor Cassius prepare a full season’s worth of medicine for her, then leave Holy Island and travel everywhere to collect Mana.

If she was not on Holy Island, sudden situations like this one would almost never happen.

But before that, she should first go check on the fox siblings.

…

Beili lifted the blanket and lazily sat up. Out of habit, she turned back to look for the Black Lamb pillow under the covers, but-

It was nowhere to be seen.

Her crimson eyes paused. She immediately raised her hand.

Dozens of Morpho Butterflies appeared in an instant, trailing black mist and carrying a faint blue-green glow as they flew toward every corner of the room.

After a thorough search, there was not the slightest trace of the Black Lamb pillow.

Her dark-red eyes instantly chilled, as if they could condense frost.

A moment later.

A shattering sound rang out abruptly.

The window of the fourth room on the fourth floor of the women’s dormitory had been broken from the inside.

Shards of glass clattered down, reflecting the sky that shifted from deep blue into purple, before falling one after another into the surging seawater.

At the same time,

a wisp of blue-green light flew out from among the shards the instant the glass shattered, speeding toward a certain place.

…

With a swish,

Beili yanked open the infirmary door, expressionless.

She nearly ran into a tall, slender figure in white inside.

“Miss Bartholomew…”

A pair of emerald-green eyes looked at her in surprise, carrying a hint of scrutiny.
“I was just about to go check on you.”

Beili reined in the icy emotion in her eyes.

“Cassius, Doct… Magic Mentor…”

“Just call me Cassius.”

Cassius’s voice was gentle.

“Cassius-”

Beili drew in a soft breath and went straight to the point.

“Have Lance and Renee woken up?”

“Miss Renee is already awake. The other one has not,” Cassius answered.

“Are they both inside?” Beili asked again.

“Miss Renee has already left,” Cassius said.

Beili’s brows drew together slightly.

“Where did Renee go?”

“She said she was going back to the dormitory.”

Back to the dormitory?

Beili had just come from the dormitory, so of course she knew Renee wasn’t there.

“When did Renee wake up?” Beili pressed.

“Not long after I left your dormitory and returned to the infirmary, Miss Renee woke up,” Cassius said truthfully.

Beili fell silent.

Could Renee have stolen the Black Lamb pillow?

While she was saving her brother in the dream?

It was only a guess, but a surge of fury suddenly rose in Beili’s chest.

The blazing flames burned so fiercely they almost set her red eyes alight.

What if it really was Renee-

She might be Lance’s younger sister, but she kept making mistakes.

Yes. Again and again, she kept angering her.

She had to find some way to make Renee behave.

Ashera’s Charm Technique suddenly surfaced in Beili’s mind.

The Charm Technique. If she could learn the Charm Technique, it would save her so much trouble…

Just as she was about to be swallowed by anger, a cool hand suddenly patted her lightly on the head.

Beili’s lashes paused faintly.

Her red eyes slowly lifted and met Cassius’s quiet green eyes, deep as a still pond.

They still held that probing look.

It was only then that Beili belatedly remembered what had been said in their conversation just now.

“Cassius… you said Lance still hasn’t woken up?”

There was obvious surprise in Beili’s voice.

After all, it was her Dream Gate that had been opened. Normally speaking, if she left the dream, Lance should have woken up as well.

As Beili asked, she craned her head out, her anxious gaze moving past Cassius’s broad shoulders toward the red-haired boy on the sickbed.

The next second…

Her dim red gaze met those narrow, upturned fox eyes with perfect precision.

…

His dark eyes were quiet and deep. Who knew how long he had been awake? He was just watching her in silence.

“Oh… Lance, why didn’t you say something if you were awake?”

Beili’s red eyes brightened slightly. The corners of her lips lifted, and faint delight appeared on her face.

She walked toward Lance, her tone carrying a trace of concern.

“How are you? Feeling any better?”

Lance said nothing.

Cassius also walked over and stood beside the sickbed.

Beili suddenly noticed Lance’s dark eyes shift. His gaze seemed to land on Cassius’s… hand?

Lance had suddenly become so quiet, so quiet he was nothing like his usual restless, frivolous self.

“Lance, why aren’t you talking?”

Beili bent slightly and leaned a little closer.

“…Luoluo.”

Lance’s lashes paused. He slowly opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse as he called her softly.

Beili nodded.

She was just about to ask what he had experienced in the dream when she noticed those bright black eyes suddenly beginning to lose focus.

“Lance?”

“Lance-”

“Can you hear me?”

Beili called the boy several times, puzzled and faintly uneasy.

On the sickbed, the red-haired, black-eyed boy seemed not to hear her at all.

His eyes were hollow, and he murmured under his breath, endlessly repeating broken, obscure words that were difficult to understand.

Was this Tilishan?

Beili wasn’t sure either.

Sainthos, Nauze, and Tilisha-she had only heard a kingdom’s language in Nauze. During the time she traveled through Tilisha, she had never heard the locals speak Tilishan.