Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 48

Deafening applause and cheers erupted from the nearby competition grounds.

Countless people shouted in unison, chanting Cyril’s name.

After a burst of harsh static faded away-

The aged, slightly trembling voice of Dean Madeline echoed throughout the entire competition venue through the magic loudspeakers-

“Now, I announce that the first place in the Holy Island Competition goes to Cyril Elvis of the Santos Kingdom!”

As her words fell, there came a series of sharp whistling sounds and explosions.

The azure sky was filled with ignited daytime fireworks.

Clusters of red-glowing fireworks did not vanish in an instant, but at the moment they disappeared, they transformed into countless deep crimson rose petals.

Like blood-stained snowflakes, they drifted down gently.

The Nun sent by Dean Madeline to deliver the message had left at some point.

Beili stood alone on a small patch of open ground, her red eyes lowered, lost in thought.

Rose petals landed softly on her shoulders and in her hair.

The surrounding cheers and excited screams filled her ears; everyone was immersed in a festive, carnival-like atmosphere.

Countless figures ran past her.

Red ribbons were torn down by the students and tossed into the air, fluttering gently back to the ground.

“Baa-”

Suddenly, a soft bleat of a lamb pierced through the bustling crowd, reaching her ears clearly.

Her lashes fluttered.

Beili quickly turned around, looking in the direction of the sound.

Soon, beneath a temporary white tent, she spotted two familiar figures-

Doctor Cassius, with blond hair, blue eyes, and dressed in white robes, and…

A girl with long hair as pink as roses, her clear eyes wide with panic-Susanna was trying to cover the mouth of the Black Lamb in her arms, attempting to stop it from making any more noise.

“Don’t bleat… Now’s not the time to bleat, be good… be good…”

Susanna gently held the lamb’s mouth, quietly trying to stop it.

“It’s all right if it bleats, Miss Susanna. This Black Lamb is just frightened by the fireworks and the running students.”

With a gentle smile on his face, Cassius lowered his emerald eyes, checking the Black Lamb’s condition.

Susanna forced a reluctant smile, her lips twitching slightly.

She dared not let go of the lamb’s mouth, because on her way here with the lamb, she had seen Miss Bartholomew.

Miss Bartholomew wore a stern expression, and Susanna had no idea what had happened.

Was she looking for the lost Black Lamb?

Anxiety filled her heart.

Ever since Miss Bartholomew had taken the Black Lamb away in Valniesnow Town, Susanna hadn’t expected her to ever return it.

That night, her father had told her during a call on the Magic Screen that her mother promised to give her an even prettier pink lamb.

Susanna shook her head and refused the gift.

She didn’t need to raise a pink lamb.

Or rather, she didn’t need to be compensated with another lamb after her sister took the Black Lamb away.

“I don’t need a pink lamb, Father. I only pray that if one day Sister grows tired of the Black Lamb and wants to abandon it… I hope she leaves it somewhere with lots of people.”

“Ah… If only your sister had half your kindness and manners.”

Her father sighed on the Magic Screen.

But to Susanna’s surprise, the Black Lamb returned the very next day.
This made her feel a bit surprised, and she couldn’t help but feel worried.

She wasn’t sure whether the Black Lamb had been returned by her sister while she was practicing, or if the Black Lamb had found its way back on its own, following its memories.

“Miss Susanna, could you please separate the lamb’s forelegs? I need to examine its heart carefully.”

Cassius spoke, his tone gentle, interrupting her thoughts.

“Ah… alright, Doctor Cassius.”

Susanna came back to herself and replied. When she looked up again, she suddenly saw Bartholomew, with gray hair and red eyes, dressed in a black dress, her lips pressed into a straight line, striding quickly toward her.

In the blink of an eye, she was standing before the two of them.

“Susanna,” she said coldly.

“M-Miss Bartholomew…”

Susanna’s expression instantly became flustered.

“Miss Bartholomew?”

Cassius turned his head, looking at the suddenly tense atmosphere between the two sisters, feeling somewhat puzzled.

“I didn’t steal the little lamb…”

Susanna looked even more anxious and uneasy. She stammered, “It… it came back on its own the next day… Sister, please believe me…”

Before Susanna could finish explaining, Beili had already strode up to her in three quick steps. After a brief greeting, she wasted no words and reached out, snatching the Black Lamb from Susanna’s arms.

“I’ll borrow it once more. I’ll return it soon.”

She said in a low voice, hurriedly leaving those words before turning and walking away.

Her black figure quickly blended into the crowd and then disappeared from their sight.

…

Beili held down the restless Black Lamb in her arms and lifted the flap of a tent.

Inside the tent were piles of yet-to-be-lit fireworks and some miscellaneous items, but otherwise, it was empty.

A faint smell of fireworks lingered in the air, and dust floated slowly in a shaft of light.

The Black Lamb was placed on a richly patterned carpet.

“Come out,” Beili said, looking at it.

The Black Lamb ignored her command.

It shook its little head, stood up, and bleated as it trotted around the tent in circles, occasionally stopping to lick and groom the soft fur on its legs.

In short, it had no intention of paying her any attention.

Her patience was especially thin today. Beili suddenly took a deep breath, and when the lamb passed in front of her, she reached out and grabbed its neck, forcibly pressing it down onto the carpet.

“Ashera, come out now!” Beili demanded.

The bleating stopped abruptly at her cold shout. The Black Lamb quietly looked at her, its gaze suddenly growing deep.

“I want to make another deal with you. Come out quickly.”

Beili softened her tone a little, speaking gently to the lamb, though her hand remained firmly around its neck.

A moment passed after she finished speaking.

Suddenly, a faint black mist seeped from the lamb’s body, the temperature inside the tent plummeted, and a suffocating smell of blood spread across the carpet.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

The lamb that Beili had been pressing down by the neck suddenly transformed into a handsome man with twisted Black Goat Horns, silver hair, and golden eyes.

Ashera raised his hand.

His fingertip slowly traced the delicate hand gripping his neck.

On his pale, sculpted face, an expression of faint excitement and enjoyment appeared.

“Why are you so angry?”

A low chuckle came from beneath her palm.

“Tell me, and I’ll teach you how to kill the one who made you angry.”