Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 297

Chapter 297

Because the number of students at Holy Island Academy had increased, the Academy had added an extra Teleportation Array leading to Transfer Island to make travel more convenient.

That way, they no longer had to take a boat just to leave the island.

They used the Teleportation Array to reach Transfer Island.

On Transfer Island, a lavish carriage from the Sainthos Royal Family was already waiting for them.

The two boarded the carriage. From the Teleportation Array in Sainthos Imperial City, it followed the broad road straight toward the Magic Bank.

Neither of them spoke along the way.

The carriage stopped at the foot of the Magic Bank’s steps, and Beili stepped down.

Her red eyes lifted.

She saw the Magic Bank staff dressed in elegant deep-blue uniforms, lined up in neat rows from the lowest step all the way to the entrance.

Inside was a clean, spacious marble hall.

A lofty dome arched overhead.

The light of countless crystals and gems flickered above like stars.

Golden counters wound along the walls.

All the guests inside the Magic Bank had been cleared out. The lobby was empty and quiet, with none of its usual bustle to be seen.

A slightly older woman in uniform hurried over the moment the two entered the hall and gave an elegant bow.

After a round of introductions, the woman began showing them around.

Beili followed behind Cyril.

She saw mountains of gold coins piled behind the massive vault doors, dazzling Magic Crystal neatly arranged in glass display cases, and metal boxes engraved with names, lined up on shelves like books.

Those boxes were all Spatial Artifact items. Each one represented a personal vault someone had entrusted to the bank.

But none of this was what she wanted to see.

The Magic Bank staff introduced everything with great enthusiasm.

Beili lifted her eyes and swept them around, looking utterly uninterested.

Behind her came the sound of footsteps and rolling wheels.

She turned back and saw two people pushing a cart, hurrying past the group from behind without daring to pause for even a moment.

When she saw the water buckets on the cart, her red eyes paused slightly.

The next second, the two of them pulled open a door.

The instant the door opened, Beili’s steps came to an abrupt halt.

The Magic Bank staff following behind her nearly crashed into her and quickly apologized.

Beili paid them no mind. Staring at the dense sinful Mana seeping out through the crack in the door, she couldn’t move another step.

“Oh, Miss Bartholomew, that is the storage room for waste materials from Magic Crystal Refining. There is nothing worth seeing there.”

The woman who had been explaining things along the way clarified for her, then pointed ahead. “The next room is the Magic Crystal Refining chamber. I heard you were very interested in that.”

Beili gave a polite nod while quietly taking out the Black Bone Scythe, shrunk down to the size of a pendant.

…

After receiving sudden notice of the visit, the Magic Bank had halted all work.

The Magic Bank was enormous.

From the moment Prince Cyril and the accompanying Miss Bartholomew stepped into the Magic Bank at noon, they changed guides several times, and each one explained everything in detail, from the division of the Magic Bank’s various functional areas to the operation of its complex magical defense mechanisms.

The tour did not end until evening.

During the first half of the visit, Miss Bartholomew was fairly quiet. Only later, toward the middle and end, did she seem to suddenly ignite with enthusiasm and become lively.

She even fired off a string of questions at them.

Such as-

How often was the wastewater from Magic Crystal Refining usually transported out?

Where was it taken?

Could it be transported to Butterfly Valley?

The Constance Family would be more than happy to help receive it and dispose of it.

Oh, in short, they were all strange questions that left people completely baffled.

But Prince Cyril had nodded and agreed, so they had no choice but to do as instructed.

…

The Mana-absorbing trip came to an end.

Beili and Cyril boarded the carriage, preparing to hurry back to Holy Island Academy overnight.
Inside the gently rocking carriage.

“Bartholomew, did you prepare anything for me today?”

Beili was holding the small Black Bone Scythe, having just given the command to feed Mana back into it, and was about to close her eyes for a bit of rest when Cyril suddenly lifted his violet eyes and asked her that.

Beili opened her red eyes a little wider and let out a blank, “Huh?”

She had no idea what he meant.

“Uh… To thank Your Highness for taking me to visit the Magic Bank, I suppose I should have prepared a gift…”

Damn it. She had gotten up early and brought this guy a blueberry pie, and he still wasn’t satisfied!

“It’s just that Your Highness informed me rather suddenly, so I didn’t have time to prepare…”

“Do you know what holiday it is today?”

Cyril looked at her, his brows drawing together slightly. A trace of helplessness entered his questioning tone.

Oh… What day was it?

Beili still looked completely lost. After a moment’s hesitation, she shook her head.

“Valentine’s Day.”

Cyril softly uttered the words.

Beili froze. Her mouth opened, but she had no idea what to say.

“I knew it.”

Cyril tipped his head back slightly, resting the back of his head against the carriage wall.

“How could you possibly remember Valentine’s Day? You even… forgot my Coming-of-Age Ceremony birthday gift.”

Oh. The Coming-of-Age Ceremony…

Had Cyril gone through the gift list?

So many people had given him gifts that day. Beili had thought he would never notice…

Seeing Cyril suddenly bring up this old matter, his cold voice clearly carrying a hint of disappointment, Beili opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but he took something out of the sapphire brooch at his collar.

Then.

Expressionless, he tossed it over to her.

Beili raised her hand and caught it on instinct. Looking down, she saw an exquisitely wrapped package in dark blue.

“Open it.”

He commanded coldly.

Beili hesitated, then unwrapped it and found a piece of chocolate inside.

“Eat it.”

He commanded coldly again.

Beili took a bite, and little pink magical fireworks appeared inside the carriage.

Looks like this guy… had actually paid attention in class yesterday.

Beili silently finished the chocolate and did not dare ask anything more.

…

Because they had to hurry along, she and Cyril made do with a nap in the carriage.

And because they were sleeping inside, the coachman did not dare drive the horses too quickly.

So by the time they returned to Holy Island, it was already the next morning.

Sunlight fell over the Greek-style buildings of Holy Island Academy, coating them in a warm sheen.

Beili rubbed her shoulders and walked toward the dormitories, feeling somewhat exhausted.

The students passing by seemed to be excitedly discussing something.

She was in no mood to listen.

After going a whole day without bathing and spending an entire night in a carriage, Beili felt uncomfortable all over.

So she decided to skip morning class, return to her dormitory, take a bath, and get some sleep.

She had just entered the dormitory when she heard the sound of someone sobbing loudly.

As Beili passed by, she saw through a half-open door a figure buried in the blankets, shoulders trembling. Her brows tightened slightly as she asked,

“Princess Renee, what are you crying about?”

At the sound of her voice, the crying stopped. Renee turned around and said between sobs,

“Brother Lance has changed… He doesn’t love me anymore…”

“What should I do…? This is all my fault…”

Hearing Renee’s words, Beili gave a mild “Oh,” then asked,

“Where’s my letter? It was delivered, right?”

Renee sniffled and pointed at the small table beside the bed.

Beili looked over and saw several torn scraps of paper there.

Lance had ripped up her letter.

Her red eyes paused for the slightest moment, and Beili’s heart sank.

Not only that, Renee also told her something with red, swollen eyes-

Yesterday, Lance had waited in her room for an entire night.