Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - chapter 37

The person standing at the very front had black hair and violet eyes, his brows nearly knitted together, the irritation between them almost spilling out.

The one in the middle had red hair and black eyes, his fox-like eyes raised, openly admiring her, smiling as he looked at her.

The last person had pink hair and light-colored eyes, holding a glossy black lamb in her arms.

These three were none other than Cyril, Lance, and Susanna.

After leaving Holy Island Academy, all three had changed out of their academy uniforms and donned exquisite clothing.

Beili’s heart gave a sudden jolt, and she quickly lowered her head, pretending not to see them.

“Mother…”

Susanna’s voice came from above, the ending trembling, so weak it was almost inaudible.

Madam Constance also looked up, then exclaimed in surprise, “Oh-so it’s Your Highness!”

“Quick, move aside, don’t block the way!” Madam Constance scolded the server pouring wine, then stood up and patted Beili’s hand. “Bartholomew, dear, get up quickly and greet His Highness.”

Beili knew she couldn’t avoid it, so she took a quiet breath and resigned herself to standing up.

Lifting the hem of her wine-red mermaid dress, she was just about to curtsy when that icy voice slowly spoke:

“No need. In Valniesnow Town, there’s no need for formalities, Madam Constance.”

Cyril reached out, gently supporting Madam Constance’s arm to stop her movement, then withdrew his hand and continued forward.

Beili had a few black lines on her forehead, and as Cyril passed by, she stole a slightly embarrassed glance at him.

Just in time to see him roll his eyes at her, full of annoyance.

Beili: …Uh.

So, the contract relationship felt especially solid at times like this. Beili comforted herself.

Lance followed behind Cyril, walking straight toward them.

When he reached Bartholomew, Lance took her hand with gentlemanly elegance and left a kiss on the back of it.

“Luoluo-you are breathtakingly beautiful today.”

Thick-skinned as ever, using Madam Constance’s nickname, Lance bent down, leaned close to her ear, and with a sly smile, lowered his voice to add, “Your decision was very wise. It seems my singing that night did have some effect.”

Beili glared at him warningly.

Lance raised his long fox-like eyes, curled his lips in a light smile, then turned to follow Cyril’s steps.

Then came Susanna.

It was obvious that Madam Constance was not warm toward Susanna-in fact, she was quite cold.

She simply took a plain little box from her magic ring and handed it to Susanna, saying it was from the Duke, then paid her no further attention.

Susanna was deeply disappointed.

She had always thought Madam Constance’s personality was just occasionally forceful, but mostly indifferent.

Until today.

…

While waiting for the teleportation at the academy, Susanna had already seen her sister Bartholomew.

Her original plan was to go to Lotia Island, because if luck was on her side, she might find some unexpected treasures at the stalls there.

Susanna’s plan to try her luck at Lotia Island changed the moment she saw her sister Bartholomew.

She wanted to know where her sister was going, and what she was going to do.

But as soon as she stepped out of the teleportation gate, Susanna saw Bartholomew being embraced by a familiar figure.

That person was also her mother.

For over ten years, she had never seen such happiness and gentleness on Madam Constance’s face.

Madam Constance had never taken her to a dress shop to pick out clothes, never dressed her up carefully like a doll.

Not even once.

Holding the lamb in one arm and clutching the box tightly in the other, Susanna’s eyes grew red, as if tears were about to fall.
On the other side, Beili didn’t notice what was happening.

Her gaze was fixed entirely on the Black Lamb in Susanna’s arms.

Nestled in the girl’s embrace, the Black Lamb looked especially delicate and fragile.

From its ears to its toes, including its soft, velvety wool, everything was as deep and lustrous as ink.

Only its eyes… were a holy gold, as pure as sunlight pouring down.

…

Susanna saw Madam Constance sipping her wine intently, Miss Bartholomew staring only at the lamb in her arms-no one was paying attention to her.

Susanna’s eyes grew even redder.

She had declined her friends’ invitation to Lottia Island at the last minute because she wanted to follow along-to see if her cold and proud Miss Bartholomew would be all alone when shopping in Valniesnow Town.

If Miss Bartholomew had no one with her, Susanna would appear at her loneliest moment.

That way, her sister would need her.

But why was it the other way around now… How had she become the one who was alone…

Susanna’s nose stung, and she felt her tears about to overflow.

Suddenly, Prince Cyril’s slightly impatient voice came from not far away:

“Susanna, are you ready yet?”

It was Prince Cyril.

Hearing Cyril call out, Susanna snapped out of her daze. She remembered that she wasn’t alone on this trip to Valniesnow Town.

Because she had been feeling dejected after seeing Madam Constance warmly hugging Miss Bartholomew outside the Teleportation Array, she had wandered the streets aimlessly for a while-and unexpectedly ran into Prince Cyril and Prince Lance, who were traveling together.

She was not alone at all.

‘Don’t cry, Susanna, don’t cry.’

Susanna lowered her eyelids, trying to blink away the tears threatening to spill over, but her vision remained blurred.

“Mother, Sister, I’m leaving now.”

She bowed her head, glanced at Madam Constance, who absentmindedly murmured an ‘mm’, softly bid farewell, and quickly walked toward the two figures waiting by the restaurant door.

…

The Black Lamb’s eyes were golden.

Beili’s fingertips stiffened, her lashes quivered, and her eyes, deep as rubies, widened instantly.

As she gazed at the Black Lamb, it also fixed its gaze on her.

The lamb’s eyes were emotionless, betraying no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.

But those golden eyes seemed like a vortex, pulling in all of her attention.

Ashera… is that you?

Beili drew a soft breath, her heart suddenly racing.

“Luoluo, what’s wrong?”

Madam Constance’s voice called her back from her thoughts.

“…It’s nothing, Mother.”

Beili snapped out of it and only then noticed that Susanna had already left the restaurant with the Black Lamb at some point.

“Dear, I’m already full.”

Madam Constance, not noticing anything amiss, picked up her napkin and gently dabbed her lips, then added, “Let’s have a good look around the market in a while and buy everything you need! Mother will buy you only the best!”

Before she finished speaking, Bartholomew, who was sitting opposite her, suddenly stood up in a hurry.

“Hm-? Luoluo, where are you going…” Madam Constance asked.

“Mother, just wait for me a little, just a little!”

With that, the girl dashed out of the restaurant.

Madam Constance rested her chin on the back of her hand in slight frustration, muttering, “Is she going after Susanna to comfort her? Was I really too much…”

…

Susanna bit her lip, eyes red, as she walked up to Prince Cyril and Prince Lance.

The two exchanged a look and, tacitly, asked nothing-only discussing where they should head next.