Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 334

Chapter 334

Darkness.

The darkness kept devouring her.

Beili sat within a cold, broad embrace.

She tilted her head back and watched the aurora stream through the cracks in the black dome overhead, only to be swallowed again the next second.

The arms locked around her back suddenly tightened.

“Little Butterfly…”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he buried his face against her neck, refusing to let her stop.

“What are you thinking about right now?”

His voice trembled slightly, as though, lost in the throes of passion, he simply wanted to hear her speak.

“I want to kill you.”

That was what Beili told him every time.

He would only chuckle softly, turn his head to kiss her, and lose himself in pleasure.

She wanted to leave this stone platform.

Although her dark Mana Pool had been sealed, she could still use her ordinary Mana Pool. She could draw a Teleportation Array and escape.

But the stone platform was covered in a layer of black liquid that devoured everything.

Anything drawn upon it would disappear.

It was just like the flowing liquid she had seen in the pit beneath the collapsed Dream Cage.

Ashera suddenly began murmuring. Between kisses, he repeated the words “Little Butterfly” over and over, his voice blurred and indistinct.

Only when the surging undercurrent finally fell still did he pull her into his arms.

Beili pressed her lips together and waited for the overlapping ripples to subside.

Ashera kissed her forehead.

“Now, it’s time to rest.”

Ashera gave her no opportunity at all.

Whenever they stopped, the Requiem would begin humming beside her ear.

And when she woke again, she would already be entangled with Ashera once more.

He seemed intent on binding her to him forever this way.

The Requiem clouded her mind.

…

Something enormous seemed to approach. After a rustle of footsteps, it moved away again.

Beili woke once the footsteps had faded.

Snowflakes swirled through the air. The black dome surrounding the stone platform had vanished.

Ashera was gone as well.

Only a Black Lamb lay curled beside her.

Just as she had dreamed, the stone platform had been created to imprison Ashera. Its effects on him were far greater than its effects on her.

Beili sprang to her feet. She dragged a finger hard across one of the platform’s sharp, protruding corners, slicing it open.

Using her own blood, she began drawing the Teleportation Array she had traced countless times in her mind.

But she had overlooked one thing: the Butterfly Family’s power of self-healing.

Less than two seconds after she cut her finger, the bleeding stopped.

Beili had no choice but to keep cutting her palm, each gash deeper than the last.

At that moment, slender fingers reached from behind her and gently brushed her cheek.

The touch was as soft and cold as a snowflake.

Beili sucked in a sharp breath. Her shoulders went rigid as she turned and saw that the Black Lamb, which had been curled on the ground moments ago, had somehow taken the form of a young man.

“Fine. You’ve finally decided to show yourself.”

Her voice was thick with tears. She stared at him with red eyes and demanded stiffly, almost by instinct, “Let me out.”

“That’s exactly what I was going to do.”

The young man opened his hand, revealing the Golden Whistle necklace in his palm.

The instant that flash of gold appeared, she snatched it away.

“If you leave now, you can still make it to her funeral,” he said softly.

Her funeral.

By the time Beili came back to her senses, she had already thrown herself at the young man and buried her face against his neck.

Her teeth sank into him.

Hard.

The young man grunted. His eyelashes trembled along with his golden eyes.

But he did not resist. Instead, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her with desperate longing.

“Will you come back after the funeral?” he asked.

“No!” the girl answered at once. “This is all your fault!”

The young man did not release her. Instead, he pressed a hand against the back of her head, urging her to bite down harder.
“Then… if you don’t come back, won’t even more people die?”

The young man asked the question softly.

Beili shoved him away with all her strength.

She glared at him as she backed away.

Only after she had put enough distance between them to ensure that the Teleportation Array summoned by the Golden Whistle would not take him with her did she blow the whistle.

…

Butterfly Valley, Constance Castle.

Beneath a gloomy sky, a frigid wind howled past the castle’s spires.

A heavy atmosphere hung over the castle.

Black drapes cascaded from above, while clusters of white flowers surrounded a crystal coffin.

The castle was crowded with mourners, all dressed in black. Everywhere she looked, there was nothing but a sea of darkness.

There seemed to be a few familiar faces among the crowd. Some people appeared to have approached her and offered words of comfort, but Beili could no longer remember.

She stood quietly off to the side, gazing at the woman in the crystal coffin.

As always, her face was covered in a thick layer of powder. Her hair was arranged in an elaborate style, and her lips were painted the most vivid shade of red.

It looked as though she were merely asleep.

Standing so close, Beili could almost smell the woman’s overpowering rose perfume.

Susanna stood beside her, sobbing as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Yes, Susanna was grieving far more deeply than she was.

Perhaps because this was the second time Beili had faced Madam Constance’s death, she felt no sorrow this time.

Only exhaustion and emptiness.

The priest was praying, offering blessings so that Madam Constance’s soul might rest in peace.

…

After the funeral,

Beili seized Susanna by the wrist and hurried through the grieving crowd, pulling her back to the room.

She shut the door, then turned the key and locked it.

The abruptness of her actions left Susanna at a loss. She looked at Bartholomew’s cold expression and whispered,

“Sister, I…”

“Susanna.”

Beili turned around and stared directly into Susanna’s eyes.

“I need you to make full use of your precognition right now.”

“Sister Bartholomew…” Susanna said in astonishment. “How did you know?”

Beili had no desire to beat around the bush. She answered bluntly,

“Because I overheard your conversation with Clarence on the day of Cyril’s Coming-of-Age Ceremony.”

“Oh… How much did you hear?”

Susanna’s expression shifted slightly, and a tremor crept into her voice.

“Everything, from beginning to end.”

Beili told her the truth.

Susanna’s face turned pale.

That day,

Prince Cyril had rejected her in no uncertain terms.

Prince Cyril had said that he had always regarded her as nothing more than a member of his group. Even when he gave her special treatment, it was only because she was Bartholomew’s younger sister.

She had only said those things to Clarence because she had been so heartbroken.

The tears in Susanna’s eyes seemed to retreat in fright, leaving behind only a faint redness. In a small voice, she explained,

“Sister… I only envied you. I wasn’t jealous…”

“Enough. Don’t talk about that anymore.”

Beili did not care in the slightest whether Susanna had envied her or been jealous of her.

All she wanted now was for Susanna’s precognition to prove useful.

Susanna’s ability was somewhat different from that of her mother, Bertie Swan. What Susanna foresaw was the course of events in the original story.

Granted, her visions had gone somewhat off track.

No. Susanna’s particular form of precognition was exactly what Beili needed now.

Through Susanna, she needed to discover where she and Cyril had encountered their fortuitous opportunity in the original story, and where they had obtained the Sacred Artifact capable of killing the Demon.

Beili still remembered that the Sacred Artifact Susanna had obtained consisted of several nails, while Cyril had obtained a Fire Seed.

Those were the two things they had used to kill the Demon.