Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 51

“The rules of the closing Hunt Banquet have changed, Prince Cyril.”

Suppressing any unnecessary expression on her face, Beili pressed her lips together, her tone somewhat grave:

“The academy has decided to release real prisoners into the closing event venue, and will not provide Defensive Magic Pendants.”

“So, tomorrow’s closing Hunt Banquet will no longer be a trivial event among students, but will become a truly bloody, genuine hunting feast.”

Cyril seemed to have already heard about this new rule; his expression was calm, his cold violet eyes showing no ripple.

“So, what is your new plan for tomorrow?” he asked.

Beili nudged the fine gravel at her feet, her eyes lowered, her expression unreadable.

“After the competition begins, my first priority is to find Lisa. Once I’ve found her, I’ll regroup with Your Highness.”

Listening to her, Cyril frowned slightly.

“After we regroup, Your Highness’s protection target will no longer be me, but Lisa,” she continued.

Seeing his expression, Beili thought for a moment and added, “I’ll put the Invisibility Cloak on Lisa. With the cloak, I believe she won’t be a burden to the team.”

At least, not the first burden.

Beili muttered to herself inwardly.

Her deep red eyes gazed at the gravel, now dark gray under the night, as she said, “I might stay with the team to help, or I might act alone. We’ll see when the time comes.”

“Act alone?”

Cyril let out a cold laugh, undisguised contempt flashing in his violet eyes.

“Your Invisibility Cloak is almost useless against the students of the Tilisha Kingdom. Their scouting abilities have always been the best among all the kingdoms.”

His tone was mocking, and he continued mercilessly:

“At the pace others hunt, by the time you find that commoner, you’ll probably only be able to cry as you carry away her head.”

Hmm… Such a way with words, truly, thank goodness.

“Thank you, Your Highness, for your thoughtful reminder.”

Taking a light breath, she pulled the corners of her lips into a polite smile.

“So, it all depends on Your Highness’s methods.”

“What?”

Cyril was puzzled, his frown deepening.

“What I mean is-please, Your Highness, try to stall the hunters after the competition begins, and buy me some time to search.”

Her tone was calm as she continued:

“Since we’re making a fair trade, the result is certainly the most important. If Your Highness doesn’t make an effort for the outcome of our deal, and I end up crying as I carry away Lisa’s head…”

“Then it also means-that as a soon-to-be graduate, you will never learn the method to unlock the third floor of the library.”

“Bartholomew.”

Violet eyes instantly turned cold, and Cyril’s voice was laced with icy chill, “Do you really think I care about the Book of Truth on the third floor of the library?”

You don’t… care?

Hearing this, Beili lifted her red eyes, looking at Cyril in stunned silence.

She was so surprised by his words that she was momentarily speechless.

…

What’s going on?

What’s with everyone?

If he doesn’t care, why did he make a deal with her?

Is everyone’s life now so perfect that they have no questions about life, no troubles at all…

Has the hidden item that no one can unlock already lost its appeal?

Beili scratched her head inwardly, full of questions.

Then, something occurred to her.

She blinked lightly, her turbulent emotions quickly settling down.

Then, in a calm tone, she reminded Cyril-

“Your Highness, we signed a contract. Are you planning to break it now… and accept the punishment for violating the contract?”
Although she didn’t know how terrifying the punishment for breaking a contract could be, judging by how Cyril had coldly uttered those words to intimidate her at the time, suffering the punishment would probably make him uncomfortable for quite a while.

The person who invented contract magic was truly a genius.

Beili sighed inwardly.

If only Ashera would sign a contract with her too.

But she knew with absolute certainty-even with just a toe’s worth of thought-that Ashera, that cunning Demon, only liked to act weak and put on a show. He would never be interested in something like a contract.

As her words fell, the atmosphere in the air became unusually silent.

Cyril stood quietly in place, his somewhat complicated gaze falling on the gray-haired, red-eyed Young Woman before him.

Her eyes, as deep and red as gemstones, were indifferent, shimmering faintly under the low-hanging moonlight.

Her expression betrayed no emotion, her words polite yet distant, and extremely firm.

The tip of her shoe idly kicked at the gravel, guarded at heart, always ready for the next round of threats.

…

A barely perceptible struggle flickered in his violet eyes.

Cyril’s fists unconsciously clenched, then relaxed.

After a moment, he finally spoke, his tone stiff: “Bartholomew, have you been busy these past few days?”

Busy, busy…?

Beili was slightly taken aback, not understanding why Cyril would suddenly ask such an abrupt question at this moment.

She couldn’t help but wonder-had the original male lead already noticed, through subtle clues, that she was secretly absorbing sinful Mana at Holy Island Academy?

“I…”

She blinked uncertainly, then shifted her tone, probing, “Why is Your Highness suddenly concerned about this?”

“No reason.” Cyril’s tone was cold, his expression a bit stiff. “Just tell me yes or no.”

“I… I really have been quite busy.” Beili nodded honestly.

After all, she had to run around Holy Island from eight in the morning to nine at night every day collecting Mana-how could she not be busy?

Hearing her answer, Cyril fell into a brief silence.

Then, he suddenly turned around and walked toward the direction of the Academy without saying anything.

“…?”

Beili was left standing there, unable to make sense of the prince’s actions.

“What’s wrong, Your Highness-?”

She called out.

Cyril didn’t stop, nor did he turn to look at her.

Unable to hold back, she shouted after him, “So, does Your Highness already know how to act tomorrow?”

That figure still didn’t respond, his steps steady as ever.

Beili grew suspicious, furrowing her brows.

She vaguely sensed that Cyril seemed a bit angry, but she couldn’t be sure what he was upset about.

After all, the original male lead was always angry-no, he was never not angry.

After a quick moment of thought, Beili hesitated, then added loudly-

“Sorry, Your Highness! I promise I won’t destroy your work again! I swear-!”

Then, Cyril’s silhouette melted into the depths of the night.

“…”

Watching that disappearing figure, Beili felt utterly baffled inside, but had no idea what to do.

She stood there for a while, clutching her fingers, then turned and walked toward the attic room.

No matter what, she had already discussed the general plan with Cyril. The rest could only be handled step by step.

…

The night passed.

The sky turned shell-white, and the sun rose from the distant horizon over the sea, dispelling the darkness.

On the day of the closing Hunt Banquet.

Beili got up early, changed into the simple white dress issued by the Academy to represent the prey, tied up all her long silver-gray curls, checked her magical tools once more, then closed the attic room door and headed to the venue of the closing Hunt Banquet.