Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 296

Chapter 296

Looking at the empty seat, Beili froze for a moment. Then she turned to Cyril, who had not yet left, and said,

“Your Highness, don’t you think something’s been off with Lance lately?”

His mood always seemed so gloomy.

“Perhaps.”

Cyril’s violet eyes blinked once, and he replied coldly,

“His room is always shut. We barely talk anymore.” Even when Cyril took the initiative to knock and ask to borrow something.

“Oh… Is it that serious?”

A ripple of surprise rose in Beili’s heart.

If the Black Lamb were not still in the room…

If she were not still able to open the Black Lamb’s Dream Cage…

Beili would have thought that whatever had happened to Madam Constance in Tilisha had also happened to Lance.

“I warned him many times.”

Cyril lowered his eyes, his voice sharp and cold.

“Not to get too close to you. Not only did he refuse to listen, he kept getting closer and closer.”

His voice paused slightly, then softened a little.

“So now that he has ended up like this, he has only himself to blame.”

As long as Lance was alive, that was enough.

Cyril did not care about the changes in Lance’s personality. Though he was not exactly used to them either.

“Wait. What is that supposed to mean, Your Highness?”

A row of question marks seemed to fly over Beili’s head as she asked in disbelief,

“You can’t possibly mean that anyone who gets close to me is going to be unlucky, right?”

“People who aren’t smart do tend to become unlucky when they get close to you.”

Cyril’s expression did not change, his tone as cold as iron in winter.

“Then is Your Highness still willing to take me to visit the Magic Bank tomorrow because you’ve already prepared yourself for a huge disaster?”

Beili asked irritably.

“I said people who aren’t smart.”

Cyril lifted his chin slightly, his tone a little infuriating.

“I am not someone who isn’t smart.”

“…”

Beili wanted to roll her eyes. But she held it in.

“Nine o’clock tomorrow morning, Bartholomew. Bring a blueberry pie and wait for me downstairs.”

Cyril glanced at her indifferently and reminded her,

“If I come downstairs and don’t see you, your chance to visit the Magic Bank will be postponed until next year. Understood?”

Beili asked through gritted teeth, “What if there isn’t any blueberry pie?”

“Then bring the same kind as yours.”

Cyril’s tone was relaxed.

With that, His Highness the Prince rose and left the classroom without looking back.

Watching his departing figure, Beili muttered under her breath,

“That hateful Big Ice Cube.”

…

After morning classes ended, Beili skipped her afternoon class and returned to her dorm room.

Beili decided to write Lance another letter to ease the stiff relationship between them.

After choosing the paper, she sat down at her desk, picked up a quill, dipped it in Ink, and carefully wrote out, stroke by stroke, the description of Butterfly Valley’s scenery that she had already written so many times before.

Although when she brought Lance back to Butterfly Valley last time, he had already seen it…

She crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the corner of the desk.

Beili silently took out another sheet.

Then, line by line, she swiftly wrote down every question that had been troubling her these past few days, asking them all in the letter, before adding a few words of concern at the end.

To make the letter a little more delicate, she used the quill to draw tiny butterflies and foxes all along the edges. Then she tied the envelope with a colorful ribbon into a beautiful bow, and only then was it finished.

But once she thought of Lance’s cold attitude over the past few days…

It seemed as if he did not really want to see her.

So Beili took the letter and knocked on the door of the room next door.

The door opened. As expected, Renee had not gone to class.

“Do me a favor, Princess Renee. Please give this letter to your brother.”

When Renee first heard the first four words, she had been ready to give a cold snort. But after hearing the rest, she paused, and a smile instantly spread across her face.
“Excellent, excellent-”

Renee accepted the letter with utmost delight. When she saw the delicate bow tied around the envelope, she nodded in even greater satisfaction.

“Bartholomew, you’ve finally realized how wonderful Brother Lance is. At least you have good taste!”

Beili looked at her with mild helplessness. After a moment’s thought, she reminded her, “His Highness is Lance’s family. You should talk to him more.”

“All right, I don’t need you to teach me-”

Renee huffed and turned her head away.

Of course she knew she had to talk to Brother Lance. It was just that Brother Lance had been nowhere to be seen lately.

And after what happened last time…

Perfect!

Now that Bartholomew had brought over a letter, Renee could say a few nice things after delivering it, and Brother Lance would forgive her.

With that thought, Renee turned and went back into her room, saying as she closed the door, “Bartholomew, I’ll deliver your letter tomorrow. It just so happens that tomorrow…”

Beili couldn’t hear the rest, because the door had already shut.

She returned to her bedroom.

After closing the door, she went into the bathroom to wash up and change. Then she opened the wardrobe, summoned the Morpho Butterflies, and removed the concealment magic cast on the Black Lamb.

After that, she gently carried the Black Lamb onto the bed.

…

Dream Cage.

When Beili opened her eyes, she saw only darkness.

It was as though the sky had been sealed beneath a heavy black cloth.

There was no radiance from the sun, and not even the faintest trace of the moon could be seen.

All that remained was the sound of the wild wind howling over the dunes, like the wails of ghosts.

Boundless darkness enveloped her.

Beili found the burrow and drifted down through it. Guided by the Morpho Butterflies, she found her corpse again.

Her corpse was still wrapped in a mass of viscous liquid.

Beili stared at the liquid for a long while. Then she lightly lifted a fingertip and tried having the Morpho Butterflies feed some Mana back into it.

As if alive, the liquid spread across the ground like a carpet rapidly contracted, shrinking into a single mass before releasing a layer of black mist.

Seeing this, Beili raised her fingertip slightly and had the Morpho Butterflies provide a little more Mana.

The black mist grew denser and denser.

Before long, it gradually condensed into the blurry outline of a human figure.

Beili infused a bit more Mana into it.

Within the humanoid black mist, a golden light like an eye suddenly appeared.

The hand formed from black mist lifted the instant the light appeared and clawed viciously toward her.

It aimed for her throat.

However, she was currently in the state of a ghost, so it grabbed nothing but air.

In that instant, the black mist collapsed, drifting like smoke and strands of silk back onto the mass of liquid.

This mass of liquid was Ashera.

Beili touched her own neck, certain of it.

…

Early the next morning.

The first light of dawn was faint.

Beili hurried toward the downstairs entrance of the boys’ dormitory.

She arrived right on time. The moment she looked up, she saw a black-haired, purple-eyed boy in a blue-and-white formal suit walking out of the building.

“What a coincidence, Your Highness.”

Beili couldn’t help saying it. Then her red eyes blinked lightly, and she pointed at the first-floor door as she joked, “Your Highness, you weren’t waiting behind the door this whole time, were you?”

When Cyril heard her words, his expression immediately darkened. His voice, cold as ice, sank slightly.

“Stop flattering yourself. How could I possibly do that?”

Beili gave an awkward, helpless laugh and waved a hand in explanation.

“I was only joking. Please don’t take it seriously, Your Highness.”

As she spoke, she raised her hand and passed him the blueberry pie wrapped in oiled paper.

Cyril lightly pressed his lips together, then reached out and took it.

After that, the two of them walked toward the Academy’s Teleportation Array.

Neither of them spoke along the way.