Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 76

Chapter 76

“You coward, hiding in the shadows! If you have the guts, come out and face me!”

Quinna gritted her teeth, her voice thick with suppressed rage.

But the ‘coward hiding in the shadows’ remained concealed in the darkness, completely unmoved by the provocation.

Beili calmly observed Quinna’s every move, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The best time to attack would be…

Just then, Quinna seemed to sense something. She whipped around and hurled the dagger in her hand toward a specific direction.

Unfortunately, Beili wasn’t there.

With a sharp *thwack*, the blade embedded itself into the green hedge wall.

“You despicable rat! How dare you sneak attack me like this? Come out!”

Her voice was filled with fury and resentment.

Quinna scanned her surroundings incessantly. As she shifted her stance, she gradually exposed her scarred and battered back.

Now.

Aligning her sights, Beili pressed the trigger again.

A split second later, Quinna let out a shrill scream and collapsed face-first onto the ground.

She writhed in agony, cursing through gritted teeth.

Gradually, the noise faded into silence.

Beili stared suspiciously at the motionless figure lying beside the glowing orb.

After watching for a moment, she initiated her Beast Transformation, turning into a butterfly and fluttering into the air.

A thick, grayish-white mist was spreading above, significantly lowering the ceiling of navigable flight.

She didn’t fly very high before stopping to resume her vigil over Quinna’s movements.

…

“Guess-is she faking it?”

Someone suddenly spoke from behind her, their tone carrying a hint of a smile.

Beili was startled by the voice.

She flapped her wings hard to fly away, but before she could, cold fingers pinched them ruthlessly.

Once again, she was forced back into her human form.

The person caught her in his arms, his silver hair cascading down.

Beili frowned. She didn’t have time for idle chatter, so she attempted to trigger her Beast Transformation again in the blink of an eye, wanting to fly off.

Then, her wings were pinched again.

She was forced back into human form once more.

This time, the man didn’t hold her.

Her feet dangled in the air.

The man hooked one arm around her waist, concentrating all the support she needed to stay balanced into his large, slender hand.

His fingertips dug into her skin through the fabric of her clothes, and a bone-chilling aura brought a piercing coldness.

His other hand unceremoniously forced her face toward him.

“Why aren’t you answering?”

Ashera flashed a grim, eerie smile and said, “Do you not want your ears anymore?”

To keep from falling, Beili had to rely entirely on the hand at her waist for weight and balance. It gripped her so hard it hurt. Her face scrunched up like a crumpled piece of paper, and she immediately reached out to wrap her arms around his neck and shoulders to distribute some of the weight.

The pressure on her waist eased slightly.

Beili glanced down at the still-motionless Quinna. Feeling half-relieved, she answered in a small, annoyed voice, “There’s a fifty-fifty chance she’s faking. Either way, I’m not stupid enough to get close and give her a chance to ambush me.”

As she spoke, Beili suddenly noticed a darker stain at the corner of Ashera’s mouth.

She narrowed her red eyes. With the help of the white light below, she realized it was a smear of blood.

“Those two Sainthos students… have you already eaten their hearts?”

Hearing her question, the smile at the corners of Ashera’s mouth widened.

“I did inform you.”
Ashera released his grip on her face, and with a flick of his fingers, he ignited a tiny silver flame like a match striking to life.

“You can’t see it, so I’ll just have to enjoy it myself… This one is fresh,”

he said slowly.

“I see it, but I can’t leave right now,” Beili replied honestly.

She withdrew her gaze and looked down once more.

She wasn’t just watching Quinna, who had gone silent, but also Cyril, who was already locked in combat with the three princes of the Nauze Kingdom, as well as the direction of the campsite.

Since they were outside the camp’s perimeter, the fireballs Cyril had summoned had long since gone out. Beili only knew the approximate location of the tents; she couldn’t actually spot where Susanna and Lisa were hiding just by looking.

A smile widened slightly across his cold, thin lips.

“Little Butterfly… you seem to be getting along quite happily with them?”

Ashera’s voice drifted from above her head, thick with amusement.

His voice was low, his tone dark and inscrutable.

Beili looked up in confusion, and her nose immediately brushed against Ashera’s pale, cold face.

Her gaze collided with his holy yet hollow golden eyes, framed by lashes as long and fine as black feathers.

“What is it…”

She took a sharp breath, turned her face away, and rolled her eyes. “Is there a rule saying I have to be a loner? Can’t I expand my social circle?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as Ashera let out a muffled chuckle.

“No matter how fast your mind works, you’re still just a… foolish butterfly.”

He gently rubbed her head before burying his cold face and nose into the warmth of her neck.

Beili rolled her eyes secretly and raised her hand to push him away. He didn’t budge, but she noticed that the hollow spot over the left side of his chest-where his heart should be-was no longer sunken.

It seemed that after eating someone else’s heart, he could temporarily fill the void in his chest.

As she was lost in thought…

“Bartholomew! I have your sister!”

Quinna’s voice suddenly rose from below, sounding somewhat raspy with rage.

Beili’s red eyes froze for a moment, and she hurriedly looked down.

Beside the dazzling white orb of light…

Quinna had stood up at some point, and she was holding a familiar figure hostage. It was Susanna.

Beili instinctively looked toward the campsite tents and then scanned the people fighting below. Fortunately, there was no sign of Lisa.

Only then did a delayed sense of astonishment rise in her heart.

When did Susanna run out here?

And more importantly…

Why was she running out now just to cause trouble?

“Bartholomew!” Quinna said in a harsh, cold tone, pressing a dagger against Susanna’s neck. “I’m going to count to three. If you don’t come out, I can’t guarantee your sister’s safety!”

Then, the captive Susanna struggled, crying out with a sob, “Sister Bartholomew, save me…”

Beili blinked from above, remaining silent.

“One!” Quinna shouted.

Beili looked down, silently shifting her gaze to the other side-to Cyril, the original male lead, who was currently embroiled in an intense magical battle against the three princes of the Nauze Kingdom.

Cyril seemed to have noticed the situation with Susanna; he even took a significant hit to his shoulder when he became distracted.

“Two!”

“It’s fine, Cyril will save her,” Beili whispered, nodding to herself.

“Is that so?” Ashera smiled meaningfully.

“Three!”