Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Seeing Bartholomew put on the Invisibility Cloak and vanish instantly, blending into the surrounding darkness, Cyril furrowed his brows. His face, as exquisite as an oil painting, darkened significantly, and his purple eyes turned cold in an instant.

After a moment, he let out a sigh and remained where he was, watching the flickering flames.

…

With the aid of the Invisibility Cloak, Beili, who had used Beast Transformation to turn into a butterfly, concealed her form and quickly caught up with the Black Lamb before it could get too far.

Flapping her blue-green wings, she landed softly and slowly on the Black Lamb’s head, observing its direction and movements without making a sound.

The surroundings were pitch black, without a single ray of light. In this silent darkness, almost everyone in the Maze had gone into hiding, making no noise.

After a series of twists and turns, the Black Lamb finally came to a halt in the darkness.

Beili felt a sense of doubt and began to expend some Mana to sense her surroundings. Just as she vaguely perceived that there seemed to be someone on the green hedge wall beside her, the Black Lamb beneath her wings suddenly tossed its small head with great force.

The abrupt movement sent Beili into a stumble. Then, the world began to spin.

Before she could react, a pair of ice-cold arms had already pulled her-having suddenly reverted to human form-into an even colder embrace.

In the pitch-black darkness where she couldn’t even see her own hand, she couldn’t make out the person’s appearance, but her fingertips brushed against long, loose strands of hair. The thick scent of blood hung heavy in the air around her nose.

At the same time, a sense of pressure and suffocation, hitting her like a torrential downpour, made it difficult for Beili to breathe.

“Ashera…” Beili called out softly.

In the silent darkness, the person did not respond. Beili felt one of the arms clamped tightly around her back loosen, reaching out directly behind her.

The person’s hand fiddled with something behind her, making a faint noise. She pricked up her ears in alertness.

The sound was like soft cloth being sliced open by something sharp. Then came the crisp sound of bones being snapped. Immediately after, something wet was forcefully ripped out. Liquid dripped onto the ground with a pitter-patter sound. Finally, there was the sound of chewing and swallowing.

“It’s all your fault…” A man’s low voice came from above Beili’s head, carrying a hint of a smile, though his tone sounded displeased. “You dawdled for so long that it’s no longer fresh by the time it reached my mouth.”

Hearing Ashera’s voice, Beili opened her mouth, wanting to ask what he was eating, but she feared the answer would be exactly what she suspected. In the end, Beili chose to keep her mouth shut.

Seeing her lack of response, Ashera loosened his tight grip. His voice still held a smile as he said, “You followed me for so long just to watch me eat? Aren’t you going to eat yourself?”

With that, he used his moist, blood-scented fingertips to lightly tap the tip of Beili’s nose.

In an instant, countless black lines metaphorically slid down Beili’s forehead. She raised her hand to wipe the blood off her nose and tried to maintain a calm tone. “My… tastes are different from yours.”

“Hmm… is that so?” The languid voice drifted through the air, and the man let out an ambiguous low chuckle. Then, he raised his hand again and lightly tapped the tip of her nose, which she had just wiped clean.

The cold sensation made Beili’s face scrunch up. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the urge to punch him.

A crisp snap of fingers suddenly echoed in the darkness. A cluster of silver flames ignited in the air, dispelling the darkness between them.

Immediately after, Beili’s breath hitched, her gaze firmly arrested by the scene beside them.

Under the silver firelight, a young girl with ear-length short hair was pinned ruthlessly to the green hedge wall by two daggers. One was driven into her left shoulder, while the other was buried deep in her right eye. There was also a shocking, mangled hole where her heart should be.

Seeing Paji’s terrifying state of death, Beili couldn’t help but gasp, her heart racing wildly.

“Did you do this?” She tried to keep her voice steady as she asked, but the end of her sentence still trembled slightly.
“What’s wrong, Little Butterfly? Are you afraid?”

Ashera lowered his head to ‘look’ at her, the corners of his thin, cold lips curling slightly upward.

“That’s not right…”

Beili paused, looking at the blood that had seeped from the dagger and coagulated into a dark stain, then at the fresh hole in the chest.

“If you were the one who killed Paji, you wouldn’t have eaten a heart that wasn’t fresh.”

She finished speaking slowly, then turned back to look at the man with the goat horns on his head.

His long silver hair cascaded down like moonlight, shimmering with a fine edge of light under the reflection of the silver flames.

He still wore his black robe, his pale toes floating in the air.

His hollow, lifeless golden eyes lowered slightly to ‘look’ at her, his sculpted, exquisite face wearing a half-smile.

“That’s why I said it’s all your fault for dawdling…”

Ashera spoke in a lazy tone, then lightly wiped the residual blood on his hand onto Beili’s white hunting outfit.

Beili: “…”

Beili’s brows instantly knitted together.

She pushed Ashera’s hand away, turned her head, and took another deep breath.

She had to suppress the urge to punch him.

…

The upward curve of his lips was impossible to hide. Ashera raised a finger and pointed at Paji’s cold corpse, his voice turning gentle.

“Don’t you like Mana with a ‘goat-toe flavor’? Enjoy it quickly; we don’t have much time.”

Bringing up the goat toes again, are we…

Beili shot him a quick glare, then lowered her red eyes and began to concentrate, absorbing the Death Mana radiating from the corpse.

Ashera gave a light chuckle.

With a casual wave of his hand, an eyeball-shaped sphere lying under the green hedge wall slowly floated into his palm.

However, the surface of the sphere was covered in cracks and was dull and lifeless; it was clearly no longer functional.

As she slowly absorbed the Mana, Beili looked at him, puzzled.

Ashera curled his lips and said lazily, “Let’s see what happened to this little cat.”

As he spoke, he applied pressure with his fingers, his tips crushing into the cracked sphere.

The sphere shattered under his power, and a plume of white, misty light surged out.

Within the mist, images began to manifest-

A girl with chin-length short hair was running and gasping for breath; it was Paji, the sixth-ranked participant.

“Those two pigs from Nauze have gone mad! Oh, damn it… damn it…”

As Paji ran, she reached out.

Her blood-stained fingers tightly gripped a Surveillance Orb.

The image was suddenly pulled close by her, leaving only her trembling eyelashes and one wide, staring eye.

Her gaze was a mix of indignation and fear.

“Dean Madeline! My Defensive Magic Pendants have completely shattered, but I’m still here… The two Hunters from the Nauze Kingdom are chasing me like madmen. Send me back! Send me back now!”

Unfortunately, there was no answer to Paji’s demand.

Her expression turned twisted as she began to curse at the Surveillance Orb. Then, as if venting her rage, she repeatedly smashed the Surveillance Orb against the green hedge wall before hurling it violently to the ground.

The image spun rapidly in a dizzying blur before coming to a stop.

All that remained was the sight of the girl running into the distance.

Soon, the girl stopped in her tracks because someone had blocked her path.

She turned around, only to find that someone else had cut off her retreat.

The person in front and the person behind attacked her simultaneously.

A moment later, Paji was suppressed by a spell of Immobilization Magic and slammed against the green hedge wall.

Two figures appeared before Paji: Prince Tyrone and Prince Bruno of the Nauze Kingdom.

“I’ve already admitted defeat! What more do you want?”

Paji shrieked at them. “You two lunatics! This is the closing Hunt Banquet. Why are you chasing me instead of looking for prey? Do you actually want to kill me?!”

In the image…

The two bloated teenagers looked at each other after hearing the girl’s words and said in unison, “You guessed right!”

Then, they simultaneously drew their daggers and stabbed them into Paji.