Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 349

Chapter 349

This was the closest she had ever come to death.

To find out whether the deal she had witnessed between Ashera and that person after traveling through time and space had truly happened, all she had to do was examine this memory.

The Mage took out a square piece of metal and manipulated the numbered blocks on its surface, setting the date to the corresponding point in time.

Then, the Mage gently pressed the metal against her head.

The instant it touched her, Beili heard a faint hum, followed by a sharp stab of pain.

It felt as though a needle had pierced her mind and was rapidly rifling through her memories before finally selecting the segment it needed.

A moment later, she heard the Mage say, “The memory has been extracted.”

The voice seemed to come from far away.

All the strength abruptly drained from Beili, leaving her sprawled across the reclining chair.

It was no exaggeration to say she was so exhausted that she could not even lift her hands.

Forcing her eyes open, she watched the Mage place the metal block into a basin.

It dissolved rapidly with a sizzling hiss. In the transparent liquid, a “fish” appeared, its entire body glowing white.

The Mage lifted her wrist, removed the damaged Wooden Amber Ring, and placed it on a velvet pad. Then, the Mage slowly lowered both her hands into the liquid.

“Miss Bartholomew, please grasp your memory.”

Beili did as instructed.

In an instant, a dazzling white light blinded her.

The distant tolling of a bell drifted faintly into her ears.

Dong…

Dong…

Dong…

One toll after another.

Each one drew closer.

When the bell tolled for the twelfth time, the sound seemed to come from directly above her head.

Her vision abruptly went black.

Then candlelight softened the darkness.

Beili saw her own hands braced against the floor, along with the familiar black sleeves. She was wearing a Nun’s habit.

Sizzle…

Black liquid corroded the floor before turning into black mist and dissipating, leaving a small depression behind.

“Bartholomew…”

As if recalling something, someone slowly said, “I remember her vaguely. So she didn’t drown in the river back then… But how is that possible?”

“Even if she survived then, if mere poison can kill her now, she cannot be the person His Majesty is searching for,” another voice said coldly.

“See what condition she’s in,” someone ordered.

Then a pair of white shoes entered Beili’s field of vision.

Someone reached toward her, apparently intending to lift her face.

But in the next instant, she seized the outstretched hand.

“Cough!”

She raised her other hand to cover her mouth as she coughed something up.

The burning in her throat and the excruciating pain vanished in that instant.

Following her own gaze, Beili looked down at her palm.

A small glob of viscous black liquid lay there, as cold as ice and snow.

As if it were alive, the liquid slowly crawled across her palm.

The corner of her lips curled into a cold smile. She rose to her feet and swept a thoughtful, indifferent gaze over the four people inside the Church.

The three Red Cardinals seated on the raised dais seemed taken aback. All three rose in unison.

“How did she…”

“Wait. Could she be the Immortal Butterfly His Majesty has been searching for…?”

The Red Cardinal in the middle struck the Scepter against the floor once more and barked, “Trap her first! We can’t let her escape!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the three Red Cardinals began chanting spells at the same time.

Reading the situation, Messenger Yue wrenched his hand free from her grasp and swiftly retreated to the side.
Meanwhile…

She tilted her head slightly as she watched them, as though curious to see what kind of magic they could unleash.

Soon, a powerful surge of Mana, visible to the naked eye, swept toward her. In the blink of an eye, it was about to strike.

Beili’s vision suddenly went dark.

Only after looking more closely did she realize that three enormous pairs of gray wings had sprouted from the woman’s back, wrapping around her in an instant.

Nothing happened.

The wings had blocked every spell.

The three pairs of gray wings slowly unfurled.

All six wings beat at once, lifting her into the air. The rush of wind filled the entire Church.

Gray feathers also grew over her ears and spread across her eyes.

Yet they did nothing to obstruct her vision.

In fact, she could see even more than before.

For instance, although she was facing the three Red Cardinal figures, she could also see Messenger Yue retreating into a corner behind her, his face stricken with shock.

The three Red Cardinal figures began chanting again.

She raised a hand and drew a single horizontal line through the air from left to right.

Their incantations broke off. The three Red Cardinal figures lifted their hands in confusion and touched their faces, only to discover in horror that their mouths had vanished.

She looked down at them from above as though they were nothing more than ants.

“What a hollow, starving body…”

She spoke slowly.

“So you will become nourishment.”

As soon as the words left her lips, the faces of the three Red Cardinal figures and Messenger Yue twisted in agony.

They screamed as though an invisible hand were crushing their bones and organs, compressing their bodies into tight lumps.

Their normal-sized forms gradually shrank until, at last, each had become a Sunny Doll.

She slowly descended from the air. The six wings on her back and the feathers covering her eyes disappeared.

As the dust settled, silence returned to the Church.

Three red Sunny Doll figures and one white Sunny Doll floated up from the floor and drifted into her hands.

Holding three Sunny Doll figures, she walked out of the Church.

Following her memories, she retraced her steps.

She passed along the long, secluded path, entered the Holy Church Academy’s dormitory building, and climbed the stairs.

The pale white Magic Lock blocking the corridor vanished the instant she touched it.

Finally, she lay down on the bed.

Perhaps because of the chaotic memories and unfamiliar body, Beili heard a trace of confusion in the woman’s quiet murmur.

“Why am I here…?”

“That’s right…”

Only after a long pause did she remember, her voice growing indistinct.

“Because of the deal with the Demon…”

…

The deal was real.

When Beili emerged from the memories, that was the only thought left in her mind.

Her hands were still submerged in the transparent liquid.

But the fish she had been cupping in her palms was gone.

When he saw that she was awake, the Mage lifted her hands out of the basin.

“Miss Bartholomew, you will be extremely weak now that the memory extraction is complete, so I will cast a sleep spell on you. The palace maids will care for you according to His Highness’s instructions…”

As he spoke, he picked up the towel beside him.

“I’ll do it.”

The man in white appeared behind the Mage and gave a gentle command.

“I will cast the sleep spell as well. You may leave.”

After the Mage packed up his things and left, Cassius used the towel to wipe the remaining liquid from her hands.

His movements were gentle and his expression natural, as though he had done this countless times over the long years.

Once every trace of liquid had been wiped away, Cassius picked up the Wooden Amber Ring from the velvet cushion and prepared to slip it onto her finger.

Suddenly, his shoulders went rigid.