Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 345

Chapter 345

Confused, she tipped her head back and stared up at the sky, trying to stop the strange tears from falling.

She seemed to hear something. When she lowered her head again, the man with Black Goat Horns had vanished.

All that remained on the stone platform was a pool of viscous black liquid.

“Demon…” She lowered her eyes without expression, her voice icy. “Can you still claim that I’ll become your wife one day?”

Another tear slipped down her cheek and fell into the black liquid.

As if scalded, the liquid rapidly contracted and gathered into a single mass, gradually taking the shape of a lamb.

“Is this… the Demon’s new vessel in this world, born from the Contract?” The heavenly voice paused, then gave a cold laugh. “Cunning Demon. Are you trying to escape your restraints this way?”

“That wasn’t part of our deal-”

The blade gleamed with a bloodred chill amid the swirling snow. The owner of the voice raised the Red Blade and thrust it toward the curled-up Black Lamb on the stone platform.

At the same moment, Beili sensed the frigid killing intent and struggled free from the countless feathers.

It happened faster and more smoothly than she had imagined, as though they had always belonged to her.

Beili snatched away the blade.

Thump.

Thump.

It was the sound of a heartbeat, coming from the Red Dagger in her hand.

Clutching the Red Blade tightly, Beili raised her crimson eyes, bracing herself for the other person’s towering rage-

But it never came.

The truth was, the instant she tightened her grip around the Red Dagger, the entire world began to warp.

Heat-wave ripples appeared in the air, as though it were burning.

The overlapping space-times that had opened seemed about to close. She felt an invisible force pulling them apart.

At the same time, it was trying to take the dagger from her.

The Red Blade vibrated violently in her hand.

Beili could almost imagine what would happen to Ashera in his Youth Form if the Red Dagger returned to that person’s hand…

She clenched the dagger with all her strength. The invisible force nearly tore her hand off.

Then, when the strain reached its limit, Beili suddenly felt her body go weightless.

She arrived somewhere else, still holding the blade.

Her momentum sent her toppling backward. The back of her head slammed hard against solid rock, and she lost consciousness.

…

When she regained consciousness, Beili vaguely sensed that someone was carrying her on his back through a scorching landscape.

The searing heat made her body burn, and sweat soaked through the clothes against her back.

Her eyelids felt unbearably heavy. She cracked them open and saw tousled silver hair drifting in the waves of heat.

“Ashera…”

Beili called his name faintly.

“You want to die? It won’t be that easy!”

She heard him speak through gritted teeth, his voice brimming with hatred. “There’s only one way you’re allowed to die. Understand?”

“No other death is permitted!”

Suddenly, the youth sensed something. His body stiffened slightly, and he raised his head to glance in a certain direction before letting go.

Beili slid off his back and collapsed limply onto the black-and-red rocky ground.

A sound seemed to be drawing closer. Coupled with the ground’s scorching heat, it made her deliriously imagine a swarm of locusts descending to devour her face.

But none came.

“Miss Bartholomew-”

Someone called out to her. As the footsteps approached, the person gently lifted her from the ground.

Upon touching the wet blood at the back of her head, they summoned a silver-green Light that enveloped her.

A moment later, Beili managed to open her eyes, and her vision gradually cleared.

The endless white snow was gone. Everywhere she looked, black and red rocks sprawled across a desolate, sweltering wasteland.
In the distance, a blurry figure gradually drew closer.

“You hit your head on a rock. You bled a little and were unconscious for a while, but I’ve already healed you.”

The blond, blue-eyed man supported her by the shoulders as he spoke slowly, his gentle voice carrying a note of relief.

“Now, take a moment to feel your body. Tell me if anything still hurts, all right?”

Beili did not respond. She stood frozen in place.

Looking past the man’s arm, she gazed into the distance.

The enormous black volcano was now far away, reduced to the size of a fist.

It was as though they had cleared some kind of dungeon, and the Far South had thrown them back out.

“I think I just… died once.”

Her voice was slightly hoarse as she calmly stated what had happened.

The man was surprisingly composed.

“It wasn’t real. Whatever happened, it’s over now.”

Cool fingers gently wiped the tears from her face as Cassius spoke in a soft, soothing voice.

Beili’s tense shoulders slowly relaxed, but she continued staring at the black volcano.

Had that been an Illusion Realm?

Had it all been fake?

Then Ashera…

Cassius was still supporting her when he seemed to notice something. His body abruptly stiffened.

“This blade…”

His voice dropped low, unable to conceal his astonishment.

Catching his words, Beili’s attention snapped back.

She lowered her gaze to the red dagger in her hand. Ripples pulsed from it like the beat of a heart.

So it hadn’t been fake?

The instant she opened her palm, the Red Blade vanished.

The hollow space in her chest suddenly seemed to gain a tangible weight.

Beili had a feeling. She silently called out to the blade in her mind and curled her fingers inward.

The red blade reappeared in her hand.

Or was this her reward for completing that chance encounter?

“Miss Bartholomew! Miss Bartholomew!”

Someone called her name from the sky, the voice drawing steadily closer.

It was Clarence.

A deep blue Flying Carpet carried the others toward them and brought her and Cassius aboard.

“Are you all right?”

Clarence asked with concern, worry filling the blue eyes beneath his short, curly chestnut hair.

Something about the young woman seemed different.

A trace of living color had returned to her pale face, and the black discoloration of her nails had faded back to normal.

Aside from her black dress, the deathly air around her had completely disappeared.

Beili pulled herself together and nodded. Her gaze swept over the group before finally settling on Susanna.

Suddenly remembering something, she looked down at the Amber Ring on her hand.

Sure enough, it had shattered.

At least part of what had just happened was real.

Ashera really had turned into a rabbit and followed them here.

“What happened?” Cyril asked.

Beili paused, then shook her head. “Nothing.”

Cyril’s violet eyes instantly turned cold, and he fixed her with a stern look.

Beili understood the warning in his gaze. This was no time to withhold information.

Clearly, Cyril did not believe her.

Beili had no choice but to rub the back of her head and add, “Doctor Cassius said… I passed out because I hit my head on a rock.” She kept her explanation vague. “As for what happened before that, I don’t remember.”

At her words, the chill in Cyril’s violet eyes eased slightly, as though he had accepted her explanation.

After a moment’s thought, Beili changed the subject.

“Did you get it?”