Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Susanna nodded and walked over to each of the three. She chanted an incantation, and soon the sleep-inducing spell cast upon them was lifted.

Aili was the first to wake from her slumber.

Opening her eyes with a hint of confusion, she looked around.

Aside from a flickering fireball emitting an orange-red glow, the surroundings were shrouded in a deathly silent darkness.

There were no stars or moon; it was a pitch-black darkness where one could not see their own hand in front of them.

Aili hugged Lisa’s arm tightly in fear and whispered, “Sister Lisa, it’s dark.”

Lisa also gradually regained consciousness, and her first sensation was pain.

It felt as if she had been out in the sun all day; her exposed skin burned with a searing heat.

Even the slightest movement caused a needle-like stinging sensation across her tight skin.

Beili knelt down in front of the two of them.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

To reassure them, her usually cold and calm voice softened slightly.

Lisa looked up and saw Miss Bartholomew was there. She instantly felt at ease, and a smile flickered across her face.

Though the pain made her eyelids twitch intermittently, she endured it and maintained her usual expression.

Taking the neatly folded Invisibility Cloak from her bosom, Lisa returned it to Miss Bartholomew.

Beili nodded slightly and tucked the cloak away.

Then, her deep red gaze fell upon Lisa’s face, which was covered in red spots from the mist burns.

A thought suddenly occurred to her-she wondered if the Mana she absorbed could be used for healing.

She hadn’t tried it before and wasn’t sure if it would work.

To be safe, Beili decided to conduct a small-scale trial on the back of Lisa’s hand first.

She gestured for Lisa to reach out.

Without a hint of doubt, Lisa extended her hand unhesitatingly.

Summoning one of the Morpho Butterflies from her fingertips, Beili consumed Mana to give it a healing command.

The butterfly, with its shimmering blue-green wings, slowly landed on the back of Lisa’s hand.

…

This was the first time Susanna had witnessed Sister Bartholomew perform magic.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and fragments of memories involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

During magic lessons, students would often complain to the Magic Mentor-

Learning one spell required memorizing one incantation; learning a hundred spells meant memorizing a hundred incantations.

Furthermore, the incantations were extremely complex. Chanting them required not only mobilizing the appropriate Mana but also demanded clear articulation and accurate pronunciation from the caster. For the students, it was incredibly troublesome.

Consequently, students often asked when they would be able to release Mana without needing to chant.

“Only when your mastery of Mana reaches a certain realm can you possess the ability of free magic. Once you become a High-level Mage, perhaps you will be able to cast magic without chanting.”

That was how the Magic Mentor had answered back then.

But now.

Susanna realized that the entire process of Sister Bartholomew summoning a butterfly from her fingertips to perform healing required no incantation whatsoever.

The butterfly had appeared in the blink of an eye.

Her sister was stronger than Susanna had imagined; her magical ability might even surpass her own.

And this was an ability Sister Bartholomew displayed without ever having received formal magic lessons.

This discovery filled Susanna’s heart with both shock and panic.

Before this, she had confidently believed that even if she didn’t possess the Butterfly Bloodline, as long as her demonstrated abilities consistently suppressed Sister Bartholomew’s…

Then there was a very high probability that she would remain the heir to the Constance Family.

Her eyes flickered repeatedly.

A sense of frantic panic rose in the depths of her gaze, and the corners of Susanna’s lips trembled slightly.
A second later.

Lisa let out a sudden hiss of pain and instinctively jerked her hand back.

The Morpho Butterfly wobbled in the air before flapping its wings and flying back to Beili’s fingers in a dejected manner.

“Sister Lisa, your hand is bleeding.”

As Aili spoke, she pointed at Lisa’s hand.

Beili looked up and followed her gaze to the back of Lisa’s hand.

A small wound had appeared where the Morpho Butterfly had just been resting. A large bead of blood had already welled up and was about to trickle down.

Beili’s brow furrowed slightly, a look of embarrassment crossing her face.

It was bad enough that it didn’t have any healing effect, but why was her Morpho Butterfly attacking people?

“I thought it would work… I’m sorry, Lisa,” she said.

“Miss Bartholomew…”

Hearing the apology, Lisa immediately forced a smile and said, “I’m fine. This is just a minor injury. I can bear it.”

At that moment, Susanna finally stepped forward and crouched down beside the grey-haired, red-eyed girl.

“Sister Bartholomew… that’s not how you cast healing magic.”

She said to the girl, “Sister, let me do it.”

Beili pinched the Morpho Butterfly between her fingers and gave a slightly sheepish “Mm” before stepping aside to make room.

In the original story, the later-stage Susanna possessed a natural talent for healing magic.

Whenever the male lead or other supporting male characters were injured, she would display incredible healing abilities.

*Best to leave professional matters to the professionals,* Beili thought silently.

Once her sister stepped away, Susanna took Lisa’s hand.

“Thank you, Miss Susanna,” Lisa said to her.

“Just relax. The healing process isn’t painful,” Susanna said with a gentle smile.

She then chanted an incantation, and a faint, shimmering green light began to glow from her palms.

“Wow… that’s amazing,” Aili whispered in awe as she watched the red dot slowly disappear.

Susanna lowered her bright, pale eyes. Her pursed lips relaxed slightly, and the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but curve upward.

Deep in her eyes, there was a flash of pride that she couldn’t quite hide.

…

“…”

Beili stood to the side watching when she suddenly heard a faint, brief chuckle coming from beside her.

Her fingertips tightened. She turned her head and cast a dark, brooding look at the person with her red eyes.

The boy hadn’t said a word since waking up.

His eyes were closed, and he was very quiet. His arms were crossed, still hugging his knees.

His short-shaved silver hair revealed the rounded shape of his head.

His head was tilted slightly, as if he were listening intently to the movement around him.

Beili glanced at Susanna, who was focused on the healing, and decided to sit down next to the boy.

She absentmindedly plucked at the long, thin blades of grass in front of her.

Glancing at the boy’s thin profile, she asked in a low voice, “What are you laughing at?”

A faint smile still lingered on the boy’s lips. His thick, black, feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly in sync with the rhythm of her grass-plucking.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

Then, the boy explained haltingly, “I… I heard… the butterfly in your… your hand. It’s… confused.”

Confused?

This little stutterer couldn’t even get his words out straight, yet he was mocking her in a roundabout way.

Beili suppressed the urge to snap at him. She took a soft breath and asked in a calm tone, “Then ask it if it only knows how to attack people and doesn’t know how to heal them.”

If she was destined to have no affinity for healing magic, she wouldn’t waste any more time opening that Magic Book in the future.

His thin, cold, bloodless lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

Still with his eyes closed, the boy stuttered another reply:

“Butterflies… only know how to… protect themselves. H-how could they… heal others?”