Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 320

Chapter 320

For reasons unknown,

the man-form Ashera wanted to kill the boy-form Ashera.

It was like one personality intending to make another personality disappear while they were not using the same body.

However, according to the Life-and-Death Contract, if she killed or attempted to kill Ashera, she would ultimately be punished for violating the Contract.

And the form of punishment was clear-going to Hell.

To Beili, going to Hell was equivalent to death.

But.

“All right.”

Beili agreed immediately.

As long as he was willing to make a deal, everything else could be discussed.

Although she did not know how to kill Ashera and had only read in the original novel how the original male and female leads did it, that was an opportunity belonging to Susanna and Cyril. Beili did not think she would encounter it.

Besides, the current world was already vastly different from the world of the original book.

She had no way to kill him immediately.

After all, in terms of Mana, the gap between them was great.

“But… how do you know I want to kill him?”

Beili suddenly thought of this question.

Leaving aside whether she truly had that thought, this one with black goat horns on his head had been locked in the dream the entire time and should not know what had happened during that period.

“I can sense emotions. Anger, despair, helplessness, reluctance, and fear. Toward a certain someone… although I do not want to say this, perhaps only he can make you feel such emotions.”

Ashera gave this reason.

His tone carried a smile, but the smile in his eyes had disappeared.

“…Were there really that many emotions?”

Beili always felt that she was very calm.

Even if she had collapsed, it had only been brief.

The man clearly did not want to continue this topic. He stepped closer through the air, his tall body lowering.

Beili’s fingers touched the cold tips of silver hair.

“So, my dear Little Butterfly, you agreed just now, did you not?”

Perhaps because of her earlier affirmative answer, his mood had improved a little, and that low, soft voice once again used that form of address.

Beili nodded and gave a soft “mm.”

The man seemed very satisfied with her answer, and the corner of his cold, thin lips lifted slightly.

He reached out and tucked the silver-gray hair by the side of her face behind her ear, revealing the ghastly white jawbone that had been gnawed.

He bent and kissed the corner of her lips.

“Undo the dream, and I will take you to the past.”

He did not even propose signing a Contract.

This fellow seemed never to sign Contracts with her, Beili belatedly remembered.

Both Contracts had been signed by the young Ashera, although they were equally effective on both forms.

Beili’s red eyes brightened slightly. “I want to go back to…”

“You have no right to choose the time point.”

Ashera interrupted her.

Beili could only take a step back and say, “Then… as early as possible.”

…

When Beili left the Dream Cage and woke up, she found herself lying in the dormitory building of Holy Island Academy.

Yes, it was indeed the dormitory building of Holy Island Academy.

The familiar cries of seagulls rose and fell, and the sound of surging waves came in through the half-open window.

Her gaze stopped on the ceiling.

The ceiling was inlaid here and there with small shells, conches, dried orange-yellow starfish, and lustrous pearls.

There was no time to guess what point in time this was.

Beili immediately took the communication orb from her Spatial Bracelet and contacted Duchess Constance.

The other side connected almost instantly.

The woman’s voice came through, lazy and carrying a little complaint.

“Oh-why are you communicating so early?” The person in the communication orb yawned. “Luoluo, at this hour, even the little cats in the castle are not awake yet.”
Hearing the familiar voice and the intimate way she was addressed, Beili’s eyes reddened at once, and some warm liquid uncontrollably filled them.

Beili swallowed and did not make a sound. Her voice at this moment would definitely tremble, perhaps even carry a sob… Oh, no.

“Luoluo, what is wrong?”

On the other end of the communication orb, hearing that she had not spoken for so long, Duchess Constance forced herself to perk up and ask.

Beili took a light breath before saying,

“Nothing. I just woke up suddenly and felt a little… like I missed you.”

Laughter immediately sounded from the other end of the communication orb.

Duchess Constance said,

“Do not be so sentimental, Luoluo. If you miss Mother, ask Holy Island Academy for leave and come back to see Mother…”

Beili was just about to agree when, in the next second, she heard Duchess Constance reject her own suggestion.

“Oh, I am afraid that will not do, Luoluo. Mother has been somewhat busy recently. You know, the nobles of Sainthos always like to fill their schedules very full…”

Her voice paused, as if she were checking an invitation.

“They actually say they have grown tired of staying in Sainthos and want to go to the Northern Domain for a look.”

Following the woman’s words, Beili asked,

“Why go to the Northern Domain?”

Before her words had even fully fallen, Duchess Constance had already answered quickly,

“Mother does not know what there is to see in the Northern Domain either, but it is hard to refuse such warm invitations. Perhaps nobles simply like trying places they have never visited or played in before. That makes it feel fresher.”

Duchess Constance’s tone carried a hint of complaint, then turned concerned.

“But Luoluo, why does your voice sound so strange? Are you sick?”

Beili tried hard to make her voice sound calm, but she still could not hide the tremble.

Was it that obvious…

Beili quickly sniffed, took a light breath, and tried to control her emotions.

“It’s nothing. My nose is a little itchy.”

“Wear more clothes.”

Duchess Constance gave a few more concerned reminders, then said she wanted to go back to sleep.

Beili ended the conversation and hung up the communication orb.

She had thought she would breathe a sigh of relief, but her emotions seemed still trapped inside black cocoon silk.

The image of Duchess Constance dead, formed from gray and white, lingered in her mind and would not leave.

In her blurred vision, tears slipped uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

But they were gently wiped away by an icy finger.

Beili’s red eyes and lashes froze together. In the next second, she heard the man’s low, gentle voice sound beside her.

“Why are you crying?”

His tone was slow and light, containing a touch of lazy amusement.

Beili turned her head and looked at the man lying beside her, with long silver hair hanging down and golden eyes filled with a smile. She quickly forced the tears in her eyes back.

When she spoke, her voice was somewhat hoarse as she asked,

“When is this?”

On the other side, the man laughed softly, but he was not in a hurry to answer. He merely raised one arm toward her in indication.

Beili understood. Her heart hesitated a little, but she did not dare show it. She moved closer to the man and nestled into his cold embrace.

Cool strands of hair fell across her face, carrying a chill.

Only after Ashera gently stroked her back with his hand did he answer,

“I do not know. Perhaps you know better than I do.”

Beili secretly wiped her tears on Ashera’s black robe, and the latter did not object.

She saw the breeze stir the white gauze curtains, making them sway gently.

A faint floral scent filled the room, coming from the fresh flowers placed by the windowsill.

It was a large bouquet of lavender.