Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 300

Chapter 300

The two figures in the seawater vanished in the light.

With the sound of splashing water, they finally returned to shore.

The teleportation light seemed to last a little too long.

When the glow faded, Beili was sitting on the ground. She took the Golden Whistle from her mouth and gulped in air, seawater streaming down her hair and the hem of her dress.

The young man she had been holding stood beside her without a word, his lashes lowered, his thoughts impossible to read.

Soon-

“Bartholomew, you’d better explain this.”

A cold voice rang out.

Beili was dazed for a moment.

She had actually heard Cyril’s voice, and it was edged with anger.

Immediately after, someone helped her to her feet. She looked up and saw that familiar head of short, curly brown hair and those deep blue eyes.

“Clarence.”

Beili called his name instinctively.

The next second, a force pulled her backward, yanking her away from Clarence in an instant.

She turned back and saw Lance’s narrow, upturned fox eyes lowered, his black gaze flicking lightly over her.

When he looked up again, that gaze was soaked in an unmistakable chill as it turned on Clarence.

Clarence froze. He was not familiar with Prince Lance of Tilisha Kingdom, but he had heard that this prince was approachable, humorous, and charming.

Faced with such a sinister stare now, Clarence drew his hand back somewhat awkwardly.

Bartholomew and Lance were in terrible shape.

The two of them had only just been pulled out of the sea, soaked from head to toe. Now a frigid wind was blowing and a violent rainstorm was pouring down. They could not have looked more miserable.

Seeing them drenched from head to foot, Clarence suggested to Cyril, “Your Highness, should we send Miss Bartholomew and Prince Lance back to Holy Island Academy first?”

“If we teleport back, we won’t be able to teleport here again today. The Teleportation Badge has a limited number of uses each week,” Cyril said with a frown.

Beili lifted her head and glanced at the others.

Cyril, Clarence, and another student she did not recognize were all wearing the white cloaks issued by Holy Island Academy.

Rainwater kept sliding down from the brims of their hoods.

Those cloaks were designed for expeditions. They could block not only wind, but rain as well.

Listening to their conversation, Beili roughly understood what had happened in that instant of teleportation just now.

So that was it.

They had first teleported to Cyril’s location, and at the time, Cyril had been with Clarence, helping that student complete an expedition assessment assigned by the Academy.

Just as the teleportation began, a flash of light burst out, and the two of them had arrived at the same time, bringing a great splash of seawater with them.

Before they could even steady themselves, they were teleported away again in an instant.

That was why all five of them had appeared together on this island.

Holy Island Academy had only been overcast, but this island was being battered by howling winds and torrential rain. Bean-sized raindrops came crashing down in a fierce patter, and the roaring gale whipped everyone into disarray.

Clarence wanted to take off his cloak and drape it over Bartholomew, but with Prince Lance staring at him, he could only look up at the stormy sky and say, “Your Highness, let’s find somewhere that can shelter us from the wind and rain first, so Miss Bartholomew and Prince Lance can settle down.”

“Prince Cyril, Lord Clarence…”

The student in their group looked at the terrifying weather raging around them and asked uneasily, “You’re still going to help me with my term assessment, right?”

Thinking of the assignment he had to hand in in two days, the student pulled a long face and kept sighing.

“I’m seriously unlucky. I actually drew the highest-difficulty dark creature. Without help from Prince Cyril and Lord Clarence, there’s no way I can finish it on my own.”

Naturally, Clarence looked to Prince Cyril first, because this unlucky student was Cyril’s roommate.
The latter was still staring fixedly at Bartholomew.

Clearly, he was still waiting for her to offer a reasonable explanation.

Beili was looking back at the equally soaked boy with red hair and black eyes.

She had thought that after being transported here, he would definitely run off again without a backward glance.

With the wind and rain sweeping across the island, she might not have been able to catch up to him.

Fortunately, he hadn’t left.

From the boy’s cold black eyes, Beili seemed to sense a subtle emotion-

More than he didn’t want to see her, he didn’t want to see her staying with these people.

Aside from the patter of rain and the howl of the wind, the air around them suddenly went quiet.

Coming back to herself, Beili first found a casual excuse and explained to Cyril, “There was a bit of an accident during riding class. We accidentally fell into the sea.”

Then she suggested, “We’ll find somewhere to shelter from the rain on our own. You can go do what you need to do, and once you’re finished, we’ll meet up and head back together.”

Cyril frowned, as if he wasn’t satisfied with that explanation.

But after looking at Beili and Lance’s sorry state, then at the anxious bottom-ranked student, he still said, “Let’s find somewhere to get out of the rain first.”

With that, he took a roll of parchment from the sapphire brooch beneath his cloak and opened it.

…

Following the markings on the map, the five of them pushed through the wind and rain for quite some time before finally finding a narrow cave.

As soon as they entered, Beili lifted her fingertips and summoned two Morpho Butterflies.

The Morpho Butterflies beat their beautiful wings, giving off a soft glow that instantly dispelled the dampness clinging to her body, as well as the moisture on the red-haired boy behind her.

She had held the boy by the wrist the entire way and led him into the cave. His long, narrow fox eyes lowered slightly, his gaze dark and unfocused, not looking at anyone.

Clarence noticed Prince Lance’s absent-mindedness and hurriedly took some sweets from his backpack, handing them to Bartholomew. “Miss Bartholomew, we don’t know how long this will take. You and Prince Lance should have some sweets to replenish your energy while you wait.”

Then he took out a coat from his Spatial Artifact.

Beili politely accepted the sweets and just as politely declined the coat. She had plenty of coats in her Spatial Bracelet.

Cyril glanced at the two of them, then his gaze landed on the Golden Whistle in the girl’s hand.

Murmuring an incantation, Cyril summoned a ball of flame in front of her, driving away the darkness and chill inside the cave.

Then, his refined, icy face turned toward her, and he lowered his voice. “If anything happens, blow the whistle.”

The moment he finished speaking, Beili felt the cold gaze on her sharpen even further.

Bracing herself, Beili nodded, temporarily ignoring that oppressive stare.

Soon, Cyril, Clarence, and the student pulled up their hoods and left the cave, their figures disappearing into the vast curtain of rain.

Only then did Beili let out a breath.

She turned back to look at the boy behind her and asked softly, “Now, can we have a proper talk?”

The boy remained silent.

Seeing no reaction from him, she pointed at the ball of fire in front of her and continued, “Come stand over here. There’s a fire, so you can warm up a little.”

The red-haired, black-eyed boy still stood motionless where he was, his face even turned to the side, completely unwilling to look at her.

Beili sighed helplessly in her heart.

“It’s fine if you don’t come over. You just need to answer one question.”

No longer beating around the bush, she asked directly, “Tell me. Where is the real Lance?”