Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 315

Chapter 315

Bertie Swan was very likely already dead.

As for Doctor Cassius…

Beili could not think of any reason Doctor Cassius would do this.

On the other side, Madam Constance did not answer her question. Her attention had already shifted to the abnormality in the girl’s eyes.

Those ruby-beautiful eyes were now covered in a layer of ink-black darkness, blanketing both the whites of her eyes and her pupils.

“Oh, your eyes…”

A trace of surprise entered the woman’s voice.

“There was a small accident. They should recover after some time…”

She was not sure what method Ashera had used to strip away her sight.

Just like after the Thorn Game ended, when he had taken away her voice.

“Don’t worry…”

Beili’s tone was strained.

Only, it offered no comfort.

“How dare you turn Luoluo’s body into this!”

She shrieked,

“You filthy thing. If there are gods in this world, they will surely send down the harshest punishment, make you live in agony, and make you regret occupying my daughter’s body!”

“You evil soul. You stole my daughter’s body, so you deserve to be trapped in darkness forever, suffering endless torment, never to be freed!”

As the woman screamed herself hoarse, she lunged forward.

“I pray that a Demon drags you into the abyss, so you howl in pain with no one there to save you, you wretched thing!”

“I curse you to be lost in nightmares forever, tortured by fear every single moment until your soul scatters!”

…

Beili did not move.

She let Madam Constance clutch her arm.

The woman’s long, sharp nails pierced into her skin through the white linen nightgown.

Her ears were filled with curses woven from words thick with malice.

There was no expression on her face. Her body felt colder and colder, but that cold did not make her tremble. It only made her feel as though she were suffocating, deprived of air.

Only when the woman finally grew tired of cursing and paused for a moment did Beili speak.

“Duchess, tell me. Who told you about this?”

This was important, Beili thought.

The moment Madam Constance heard her question, her chest heaved violently.

Through her perception, Beili sensed that the other woman had widened her eyes in fury and was glaring at her viciously.

“You ugly ghost, why should I tell you? Seeing you use Luoluo’s body, live in Luoluo’s room, and lie in Luoluo’s bed drives me insane.”

Madam Constance said through gritted teeth,

“Damn ghost, get out! Give Luoluo back to me!”

“If you tell me-”

Her voice was flat from emotional numbness as she said softly,

“I can tell you something about Bartholomew.”

Madam Constance’s breathing nearly stopped at that moment, followed by a sharp inhale.

But very quickly, she spoke again in anger.

“Why should I-”

Beili knew she wanted to say, why should I believe you? So she cut in, her voice cold and direct.

“It was raining the day she went missing on Hunting Day. She was wearing a red Evening Gown, and the hair clips in her hair were two golden bows. That day, two Mages stabbed her in the heart, and then she drowned in a small river.”

When Madam Constance heard those words, the rage on her face froze instantly.

Her lips moved slightly.

The woman seemed to want to say something, yet it was as if a long, sharp fishbone had lodged in her throat, leaving her unable to make a sound.

Beili listened to the silence from the other side, her heart filled with complicated emotions.

“You… How do you know that?”

The woman’s voice trembled, and within that trembling was an incredulous shock.

Beili’s expression was calm as she said without emotion,

“If you think my words are credible, can we exchange information now?”

The room was quiet for a few seconds. In Beili’s perception, Madam Constance’s expression began to waver.

The anger and hatred on her face were replaced by confusion and hesitation.

A few seconds later, she finally opened her mouth and explained.

Among the Nobles, there was a sheet of paper circulating called the Book of Truth. It had been leaked from Holy Island.
The Noble had used countless commoners to verify that the Book of Truth could unravel any secret.

Even His Majesty the King used it.

It was through the Book of Truth that the woman learned her Luoluo had never come back after she went missing.

Yes. She had suspected it all along…

…

The Book of Truth.

So it had been the Book of Truth.

The hidden Third Floor of the library had actually been unlocked.

Realization dawned on Beili.

Was it related to the earlier collapse of the Library Tower?

She sank into thought. Just then, the woman grabbed her by the shoulders and asked anxiously, “Now it’s your turn to keep your promise. Tell me, quickly-can my Luoluo still come back?”

Madam Constance had no intention of pursuing the murderer. She only wanted the answer to that question.

Or perhaps she had already learned from the Book of Truth that the murderer was His Majesty the King.

Although the Book of Truth could only answer one question, the Noble could use commoners to ask many questions.

If that was the case, then whether Bartholomew could come back was something she should have asked the Book of Truth as well.

The answer should have been no.

After a moment of silence, Beili answered her.

“That isn’t information I know… Perhaps she can.”

The woman only wanted to get a shred of hope from her-a shred of hope that Bartholomew would return.

After Cassius placed the Demon heart inside Bartholomew’s body, the child who woke with no memories, like a newborn-was that child Bartholomew?

Beili did not know.

But Beili did know that when she asked the Book of Truth whether she could go back, the Book of Truth’s answer had been no.

The woman let go.

Drip.

Drip.

After the words fell, something scalding dropped onto the back of Beili’s hand.

They were the woman’s tears.

At that moment, Beili felt herself forcibly stripped away from Bartholomew’s identity.

As expected.

Madam Constance loved her daughter so much. The moment she learned the soul inside that body was different, she would drive Beili out without hesitation.

It was exactly as Beili had predicted.

After a brief pause, Beili sighed, then lifted the blanket and got out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Madam Constance asked her.

“Seeing me should only disgust you, Duchess, so I’ll do my best not to appear before you…”

Beili’s tone was flat, but before she could finish, Madam Constance cut her off.

“Silence-you don’t have the right to choose where you go!”

The woman wiped the tears from her face with force, her voice rising once more.

“I will invite the best exorcist in Sainthos to try to bring Luoluo back. Until then, you will be locked in the dungeon of Constance Castle!”

There was not the slightest hint of surprise or fear on the girl’s face.

She simply stood there quietly, her head lowered a little, a trace of helplessness appearing between her brows.

“Duchess, do you truly wish to do that?”

Her question was very soft, as if the faintest flutter of wings could scatter it.

“Of course! This is what you deserve-”

Madam Constance’s tone was resolute.

“Who told you to occupy Luoluo’s body!”

Beili was silent for a while before slowly saying, “I will not go to the dungeon of Constance Castle.”

“Our relationship is not that of mother and daughter. We have no need to obey each other’s demands. I will leave the castle.”

Her tone was as calm as her emotions, as if she were discussing someone else’s affairs.

“You may find an exorcist, Duchess. You may order the exorcist to first find Bartholomew’s soul. If they find her, send word to me. I will cooperate.”

With that, Beili used Beast Transformation to become a butterfly, and with the Morpho Butterflies carrying her, she left through the room’s window.

No one stopped her.

Only after she had flown outside the castle did she vaguely hear the woman call out to her.

The voice was full of sorrow and pain.

Beili’s thoughts wavered, and she had the Morpho Butterflies look for her, but there was nothing behind her.

Only the whistling wind remained, as if mocking that fleeting moment of expectation.