Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - chapter 6

This…

Do you even need a reason to leave Thorn Prison?

Anyone locked up here must spend every day racking their brains, planning how to escape, right?

Just the stench of this sour rye bread is enough-Beili can’t stand another day here!

Whenever Beili thinks about having to eat sour rye bread every day until she leaves Thorn Prison, she can’t help but twitch her lips uncontrollably.

But when dealing with the sensitive villainous fifth male lead, she still forced herself to be patient and pondered seriously for a moment.

She reached out in the boy’s direction, and when she touched his slightly cold hand, she turned her palm over and held his, passing on the warmth from her own hand.

“What do you feel?”

She guided him with her question.

The boy answered in a dazed tone, “W-warmth…”

“Do you like this warmth?”

“Mm, mm…”

Beili smiled, following the conversation and gently coaxing, “After you leave, you can sleep in a warm bed like this every day.”

So you get it, right? Compared to this broken iron bed under your butt, for the sake of that warm big bed, don’t you want to come with your sister?

“I… I still… don’t understand.”

In the darkness, the boy replied softly.

“Th-they said… cough… I belong… here.”

His voice was filled with confusion.

Beili: …

Beili felt a bit dizzy.

She was starting to seriously suspect that this villainous fifth male lead was still acting with her.

Whenever he asked why, if she didn’t say the answer he wanted to hear, then there was no way to get out of this topic today.

Beili took a deep breath, thought carefully, and answered:

“Because we’re friends. I won’t leave a friend in prison. I want you to come with me, is that okay?”

Beili couldn’t see the boy’s expression.

She could only guess that saying this, maybe the boy would like it, and if he liked it, maybe he’d feel better, and if he felt better, maybe he’d agree.

“I-if this… is your… wish…”

In the darkness, the iron bed creaked.

Warm breath brushed Beili’s ear, and the boy whispered beside her, mixing in two unknown words, saying:

“…I agree.”

Alright, alright, so this villain really was acting with her just now…

Beili tugged at the corner of her mouth, forcing a smile: “I’ll remember that. You can’t go back on your word.”

‘Tap tap tap…’

Major Ansel knocked on the door of the Thorn Prison warden’s office.

“Warden Ulysses, this is Major Ansel.”

“Come in.”

With permission, Ansel pushed open the office door.

He saw Officer Marlow reporting, while Warden Ulysses behind the desk was frowning tightly, seemingly troubled.

Normally, Ansel should wait for Officer Marlow to finish his report and leave before presenting his own matter.

But the Golden Feather Letter in his hand, stuck with gold feathers, outweighed everything before him.

“Warden Ulysses, this is an urgent Imperial Decree from the royal city.”

Seeing the Golden Feather Letter, Ulysses immediately set everything aside and respectfully opened the envelope to read.

After reading the Golden Feather Letter, Ulysses said to Officer Marlow:

“His Majesty the King is bored in the palace and wants some entertainment, so this year’s Thorn Game will be held ahead of schedule. Go pick thirty people immediately-the royal city’s carriages will arrive at the square soon.”

“Yes, sir!”

Officer Marlow accepted the order, then hesitantly asked, “Warden Ulysses… how should we handle those dead Nobles…”
“Dead Nobles?”

Major Ansel couldn’t help but exclaim.

“Yes, Major, a few newly arrived Nobles died in their cells last night.”

Ulysses explained helplessly.

Although these Nobles were delicate, and it was common for one or two to suddenly die, unable to withstand the harsh conditions of Thorn Prison, last night, those few had their hearts gouged out…

If this news reached their families, it would surely cause a huge uproar…

“Keep it quiet for now!” Ulysses said.

“Understood!”

Inside the carriage.

The air was stifling and damp, and outside, the faint sounds of wheels grinding over a stone road and horses’ hooves could be heard.

Waking from a haze.

Confused… lost…

Beili’s consciousness seemed to linger in the cell, patiently guiding the little villain, planning to escape Thorn Prison together.

How she ended up here, with her head covered by a black sack and her limbs bound by heavy chains, she had no memory of the process at all.

Was she suddenly drugged? Beili wasn’t sure.

Struggling to move, she rubbed her head repeatedly against the wall behind her, messily scraping the suffocating black cloth off her face.

Once her vision returned, she quickly looked around.

She found herself sitting in a moving carriage.

Where the windows should have been, iron plates sealed them, leaving only a narrow slit to prevent suffocation.

Dim light barely filtered through the tiny gap into the carriage, and she saw dozens of people, all blindfolded and bound with heavy chains.

Countless guesses flashed through her mind. Her throat tightened, her heart raced, and she began searching the crowd for Ashera.

A small tuft of silver hair peeked out from under a black sack, skin pale as paper, figure slender.

The boy squeezed into the corner-it was him.

Seeing the villain was there, Beili instantly felt at ease.

“Ashera… Ashera… Wake up…”

Beili tried to break free from the chains, lowering her voice to call him.

The boy in the corner heard her and slowly turned his head, ‘looking’ in Beili’s direction.

A few words came from under the black sack, words Beili couldn’t understand.

On the other side, perhaps Beili’s voice had awakened others in the carriage; more and more people regained consciousness.

They struggled uneasily, the sound of chains clashing filling the air, and some had already begun to sob quietly.

The atmosphere instantly grew oppressive.

Suddenly, the carriage lurched forward and then came to a halt.

The sound of horses neighing and rough shouting rang out.

The carriage door was opened from outside, a beam of sunlight shot in, and Beili couldn’t help but squint.

Outside the door stood several men clad in armor, their faces hidden behind black iron masks, left hands holding shields, right hands gripping spears.

One of them raised his shield and slammed it against the iron-plated window, growling:

“Everyone out! Hurry up!”

Everyone in the carriage was herded out.

Beili slowly squeezed behind Ashera, following him as she jumped out of the carriage. The biting cold wind instantly made her hair stand on end.

“Where’s the sack on your head?”

One of the men pointed at Beili and shouted.