Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - chapter 40

This velvet pouch was stuffed into her Spatial Bracelet by Madam Constance.

Inside, it was said to contain a Healing Magic Potion concentrated ten thousand times, mainly as a precaution in case her neck injury relapsed and she needed treatment in a hurry.

While she was pondering, the Black Lamb had already poked its head into the velvet pouch and bitten out a green bead like a glass marble.

The bead shattered in its mouth, and a burst of emerald light exploded, wrapping around the Black Lamb completely.

“Ashera?”

When the light faded, the Black Lamb turned around.

Its golden eyes seemed to be meeting hers.

At some point, the Young Woman had already strapped on her Miniature Crossbow, the sights locked precisely on the Black Lamb’s head.

A tense atmosphere filled the bathroom.

Even the steam seemed to thicken, making the air feel heavy and oppressive.

“Ashera, if you don’t speak up, I’ll blow this lamb to bits.”

She shouted coldly, her voice echoing faintly off the bathroom walls.

The Black Lamb, locked in the crossbow’s sights, stood there quietly, its figure growing hazier in the swirling steam.

In the space of a single breath, the lamb before her vanished like an illusion.

In its place stood a shadowy figure with ram’s horns.

The shadow silently and soundlessly appeared beside the bathtub, entering her line of sight.

The next second, a familiar scent of blood and an icy, chilling aura overwhelmed her senses.

Before she could react, her arm was pressed firmly against the edge of the tub.

The shadow easily pinned down her wrist, the one holding the Miniature Crossbow.

“Are you threatening me?”

A deep, hoarse voice rumbled above her head.

A thought flashed through Beili’s mind, making her heart tremble violently.

She wasn’t wearing any clothes-not a single piece!

Beili instinctively raised her other arm to shield her chest, curling her legs up tightly.

Once she’d curled herself into a ball, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye: the bathwater in the tub was milky white.

She vaguely remembered that when she filled the tub earlier, she’d dropped in a piece of Milk-Scented Bath Balm with skin-nourishing properties.

And besides…

This guy was blind.

He couldn’t see-he could only sense.

Realizing these two things, Beili’s tense body relaxed just a little.

“I was only calling you out. Before this, I’d already called you-very gently-many times.”

She explained in a calm tone, lifting her head to look at him.

Within the swirling black mist, the shadow gradually revealed a human face.

A man in black robes, with twisted black ram’s horns, and long silver hair cascading down like starlight.

A high-bridged nose, deep contours, features sculpted like a work of art.

Pale as paper, his skin combined with hollow, golden vertical pupils to form a sickly yet strangely beautiful appearance.

With a ‘clack’, the Miniature Crossbow on Beili’s wrist was removed and dropped to the floor.

“Oh? Is that so?”

Beneath his unfocused golden eyes, his lips curled into a half-smile.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

Before she could reply, Beili felt her hand being gently pulled back into the warm water.

Along with her, the man’s elbows and knees also sank into the tub.

He pressed the Young Woman into the bathtub, lying down in the cramped space.

His arms naturally encircled her waist beneath the warm water, his chin resting on her shoulder, his icy face pressed close to the hollow of her neck.

“The water temperature is just right.”

His gloomy voice turned languid as he let out a satisfied sigh.

“…”

It felt as though a mountain was pressing down on her, her back fitting tightly against the bathtub wall.
A frosty, chilling breath brushed against her ear, sending a shiver of cold through her body.

Forced to lie in the cramped bathtub with Ashera, Beili once again felt that inescapable sense of oppression, her limbs instantly turning rigid.

“Could you wait in the room for a bit? I’ve already given you a bath once, just a little while ago.”

She sighed softly in resignation, doing her best to keep her tone calm.

“No.”

Ashera refused, then continued:

“I think this place is just fine.”

The smile on his lips deepened as he spoke unhurriedly: “Besides, you need to give me a reason to forgive you, Little Butterfly. After all, you’ve behaved so rudely tonight.”

“Before I give you a reason…” There was a trace of helplessness in her voice as she tried to retreat: “Can you at least let me get dressed first?”

“Sorry, still no.”

Ashera replied with a low chuckle.

“You’re unexpectedly vulnerable when you’re in the bath-and right now, I just happen to need you like this.”

Nonsense, who isn’t vulnerable while taking a bath…

Beili wanted to resist, but an icy fingertip, carrying a bone-chilling cold, traced her back, gently outlining the shape of her spine on her stiffened back.

“Relax, Little Butterfly.”

Ashera murmured in her ear, his cold breath quickly freezing the hollow of her neck.

“So, tell me why you came looking for me.”

Seeing that he made no further moves, simply maintaining a simple, dependent embrace, Beili hypnotized herself over and over that she was just a lamb, finally calming her mind.

“Ashera, I want to restore my Mana.”

Gem-like, deep crimson eyes gazed at a lock of silver hair falling against her cheek. She made no detours, directly revealing her intention.

Hearing this request, the corners of Ashera’s lips lifted almost imperceptibly.

“My dear Little Butterfly, do you think I’d let you take Mana from me without any offering?”

“No, I want you to teach me magic.”

The Holy Island Competition starts tomorrow, lasting five days, so there are five days until the closing Hunt Banquet.

If she could restore her Mana within these five days, she would be much more confident in winning the Hunt Banquet.

Ashera seemed surprised by her answer. He lifted his head slightly, moving his face away from her neck.

Strands of hair fell into the pale, clear water, sending out ripples.

Golden eyes, empty, “looked” at her, as if pondering something. Then, suddenly enlightened, the smile at his lips grew a little wider.

“You want me to take you hunting…”

Beili’s eyelid twitched, and she quickly cut him off.

“No!”

Taking a breath, she said, “I mean a way to restore Mana without killing.”

The corners of Ashera’s lips tugged almost imperceptibly.

“Just five… three-just one day! I want you to be my Magic Mentor for a day.”

Noticing the change in his expression, Beili reached out and pointed to the wine-red velvet pouch embroidered with the Konstantin Butterfly Family Emblem on the shelf: “In exchange, I’ll find another Healing Magic Potion of that concentration for you, all right?”

“A Healing Magic Potion condensed ten thousand times works much faster than treatment with Susanna.”

Beili coaxed gently.

The deep crimson gaze fixed on Ashera’s face, pale as paper, her long, curled lashes trembling slightly, casting a faint shadow across her cheek.