Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 54

The entrance to the labyrinth was shrouded in gray mist.

In the blink of an eye, two bulky figures appeared.

They were twins, both princes of the Dobbin Royal Family of the Nauze Kingdom-

Tenth Prince Tyrone Dobbin and Eleventh Prince Bruno Dobbin.

In recent years, students from the Santos Kingdom have rapidly improved in all areas, and most of the top ten spots in the Holy Island Competition are now held by Santos students.

But the strength of the Nauze Kingdom is not to be underestimated either.

Among the top ten, three are princes from the Nauze Kingdom.

Yes, all three are princes.

At Holy Island Academy, more than half of the students from the Nauze Kingdom are princes or princesses of the royal family.

Holy Island Academy stipulates that each family can only have one student at the academy, and under normal circumstances, these families send their most outstanding child to study there.

As mentioned above, that is the usual case.

However, because the Nauze royal family often has many children at once and wants all royal offspring to enjoy quality magical education, they devised a roundabout solution:

They register their children under various Nauze families, taking up those families’ quotas.

If you walk across the plaza of Holy Island Academy and meet a student from the Nauze Kingdom, you can call any male student “prince” and any female student “princess,” and you’ll never be wrong.

Because of this, if students get into an argument, tossing out an insult like “Nauze pig” almost always hits the mark.

…

After the dizziness faded,

Tenth Prince Tyrone Dobbin of the Nauze Kingdom quickly looked around, and in the distance, he spotted a familiar figure-it was his younger brother.

Eleventh Prince Bruno Dobbin had also been teleported nearby.

“Bruno!”

Tyrone called out joyfully and ran over to his brother.

“Such luck!”

Tyrone said, “Let’s go! We’ll set off together and take care of the most important task first.”

On the other side, Bruno’s expression wasn’t great. He waved Tyrone away.

“No, you go on. I have a personal score to settle first.”

Tyrone looked surprised, frowned for a moment, and then quickly understood his brother’s meaning.

Tyrone reached out and grabbed his brother’s arm, saying, “Still not over it? You and she are both hunters-what is there to compete over between two hunters in this labyrinth?”

“Besides, the Santos students didn’t just start calling us that today…” Tyrone sighed. “If you really want to vent, just wait until the Hunt Banquet is over. We’ll set a nasty trap for her then.”

“No!”

Bruno clenched his fist, stepped closer to Tyrone, and lowered his voice, speaking in Nauze Language:

“That filthy cat. I want to see the scene of her elimination in my crystal ball.”

“This is my top priority for the closing Hunt Banquet. Before I achieve this, everything else comes after. Do you understand me?”

Tyrone opened his mouth, then closed it, his eyes shifting as he considered something.

Seeing this, Bruno pulled his arm back, turned around, and transformed into a brown wild boar.

The wild boar had a broad head and small eyes, its body covered in thick fur and bristles.

Long, rugged tusks jutted out from its lower jaw, curving upward.
Bruno, in his wild boar form, glanced at his brother, then broke into a run on all fours, charging swiftly toward the green hedge archway.

Soon, the heavy sound of clumsy running echoed behind him.

Hearing the commotion, Bruno looked back and saw that Taryn had also transformed into his wild boar form and was chasing after him.

Bruno had to stop, asking in a tone full of irritation, “What, Taryn, are you trying to stop me?”

Taryn’s nose emitted a series of wild boar grunts, then he said, “No, I just want my crystal ball to show the scene of the Sainthos girl being eliminated.”

“Bruno, don’t think you can enjoy this alone!”

Bruno was stunned for a moment at Taryn’s words, then burst out laughing.

He nudged Taryn with his coarse tusks and said, “That’s great! Come on, let’s go find that stinky cat together! As for that other matter… let Boris handle it. He’s always the most enthusiastic about that sort of thing.”

The two wild boars bumped shoulders and dashed toward the archway together.

But after running a short distance, they both slammed on the brakes and stopped abruptly.

In the blink of an eye, the two sturdy wild boars reverted to their original forms-two plump teenage boys.

“Damn it…”

Bruno clutched his stomach and complained, “Why does my stomach hurt so much…”

“Me too… Did we eat something wrong?”

Taryn frowned as well, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. He said, “Something’s wrong… Someone is definitely up to something behind the scenes!”

Remembering something, the two boys exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and shouted in unison:

“Hot! Milk! Wine!”

Another wave of gut-wrenching pain twisted their insides. Taryn, grimacing, picked up the floating Surveillance Orb beside him and said, “Dean Madeline… we need a toilet…”

Bruno, clutching his stomach, his face twisted in anger and flushed red.

He snatched the Surveillance Orb from Taryn’s hand and shouted furiously at the eyeball pattern, “Lance-! You damn fox! I’m going to kill you!”

…

The Hunt Banquet had only just begun.

On the Magic Screen, almost every hunter student’s face looked terrible, like crumpled balls of paper.

As soon as they were teleported to the entrance of the Gloomy Maze, their stomachs began to ache fiercely, and they shouted for the academy staff to conjure a toilet behind them as quickly as possible.

Some managed to figure out who was behind it all, cursing through the pain with harsh words.

The word “fox” was especially prominent in their curses.

This chaotic scene had the students watching from the middle level doubled over with laughter.

At the top level, Dean Madeline let out another chuckle, smoothing over the awkward atmosphere as she turned to look behind the Golden-robed Bishop.

On the Magic Screen, framed with bright golden yucca and evening primrose patterns, the King of Tilisha seemed not to hear the other hunter students cursing Prince Lance. He proudly exclaimed-

“To come up with such a method, how clever, Lance! Truly the most outstanding prince of Tilisha!”

A tall, slender Nun hurried to Dean Madeline’s side.

Leaning in, the Nun quickly whispered in a low voice:

“Dean, all the Teleportation Arrays have been destroyed. The other side must have organized high-level Mages; our people can’t get into the Hunt Banquet maze for now.”