Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 77

Chapter 77

A sudden explosion sounded outside the tent.

A moment later, another one followed.

Although the tent muffled most of the noise, it still caused Susanna’s eyes to tremble and her shoulders to jerk.

Sitting in the tent with her, Lisa looked up toward the flap with a flicker of worry on her face before slowly lowering her head again.

They barely spoke to each other.

On one hand, Susanna had no idea what had happened to this commoner to end up in such a place, let alone how she had earned Sister Bartholomew’s pity.

On the other hand, Susanna was entirely consumed by her own thoughts.

Ever since Sister Bartholomew had appeared, her heart had been oscillating between fear and inner turmoil.

She truly did not want to remain in her current state.

The image of Sister Bartholomew-who had never even attended a magic class-fighting side-by-side with Prince Cyril flashed through her mind…

Then she thought of herself, cowering in a cramped tent with a commoner.

Every time this thought surfaced, Susanna felt as though she were drowning in shame.

Her mind went blank, leaving behind nothing but anxiety and a crushing sense of humiliation.

Before this, she had always been an optimistic and confident person; she had never realized she could be this weak and useless.

And…

Because she had accidentally fallen into the water, Prince Lance of the Tilisha Kingdom had lost a leg.

Prince Lance.

A man who shone as bright as gold…

It was undoubtedly an irreversible and monumental mistake.

Susanna’s thoughts drifted further, and the more she dwelled on it, the more she felt herself breaking down.

She felt deeply that she had failed Duke Constance’s expectations.

Due to her extreme anxiety, her heart began to race.

*I can’t think about this…*

Susanna shook her head vigorously and took a deep breath.

At the very least, when it came to healing magic, Sister Bartholomew’s current abilities could not replace her own.

Therefore, she couldn’t just sit here and wait for death.

She had to go out.

Only by leaving this tent would she have the chance to prove her worth.

Susanna steeled her resolve.

With that thought, the girl’s gaze gradually became determined.

She stood up abruptly, pulled back the tent flap, and left the shelter Prince Cyril had provided for them without hesitation.

Upon stepping outside, Susanna’s eyes were immediately drawn to a sphere of dazzling white light.

Right next to the white light, she saw a figure lying on the ground, clinging to life.

Susanna lightened her footsteps and approached to take a closer look, only to recognize the figure with a start: it was Quinna from Sainthos.

But right now, Quinna was sprawled weakly on the grass.

The clothes on her back were matted with blood, clinging to hideous wounds.

The massive lacerations across her back were a gory mess, a sight that evoked an instinctive pang of pity.

Susanna could not turn a blind eye to such a tragic state.

Though there was precious little interaction between her and Quinna, they were classmates regardless, having attended countless magic lessons together.

To her, Quinna was not just a Hunter in the closing Hunt Banquet; she was a student of Holy Island Academy and a member of the Santos Kingdom.

Susanna bit her lower lip and knelt beside Quinna.

Closing her eyes, her expression became one of deep focus.

She began to chant a healing incantation.

As the healing magic took effect, a shimmering green glow began to emanate from her palms.

The light was soft and warm, carrying a power that could heal all things.

Only when she began to treat the wounded did the anxiety and panic in her heart finally dissipate.

She could feel herself being respected and needed once more.
The feeling was sacred and beautiful.

…

A moment later.

A sharp short blade was pressed tightly against the skin of her neck.

Susanna’s face turned pale with fear, her fingers trembled, and tears welled up uncontrollably from her eyes.

She never expected this…

That the dying Quinna would wake up during the treatment, and the first thing she would do upon opening her eyes and seeing her was pull out an incredibly sharp knife.

Then, with a swift and unhesitating motion, she held it against her neck.

The sharp blade emitted a faint, chilly aura.

Susanna’s eyelashes and pupils trembled.

Tears rolled down one by one.

“Quinna… I was just treating you, I was saving you… How could you do this to me…” Susanna sobbed.

Her voice shook, filled with grievance and confusion.

Quinna’s face was as hard as stone, pulled tight, with a vein bulging on her forehead.

“Because your sister is too cunning.”

Her tone was bitten with anger as she said coldly, “She is the most cunning person I have ever met. I have no choice!”

Two flames burned in her eyes, as if they wanted to incinerate everything around her.

“What did Sister Bartholomew do to you… You two can actually sit down and talk properly. If it’s her fault, she will apologize to you…”

Susanna cried, her tears falling continuously.

“No… no, no… I don’t need an apology. This isn’t something an apology can solve. Susanna, I must kill your sister in this Maze!” Quinna said decisively.

Her tone was resolute, as if she had made up her mind long ago.

Susanna didn’t understand what Quinna meant; she only felt that her words were ruthless, as if she had gone mad.

She said worriedly, “Quinna, you’re like a different person now. Could you be affected by the mist in the Maze…”

In Susanna’s impression, Quinna was a girl who was somewhat cold and introverted.

She completely obeyed her family’s orders and lived her life according to her own set of rules every day after waking up.

Therefore, most of the time in her daily life, Quinna kept to herself.

Quinna actually shared some similarities with Sister Bartholomew, except Quinna lacked Sister Bartholomew’s powerful aura.

“Enough, shut up!”

Quinna hissed through gritted teeth.

A strange light flickered in her eyes as she said, “All of this is for the glory of the Moth Family, and for the eternal prosperity of the Santos Kingdom!”

She said mercilessly:

“You aren’t of the family’s orthodox bloodline; you wouldn’t understand!”

Susanna swallowed and stopped talking to Quinna. She felt that Quinna had truly gone mad.

Moreover, Quinna’s words stung her.

Susanna closed her eyes, only able to pray desperately for her sister’s appearance amidst the sound of the countdown.

…

Beili felt as if she had fallen into the difficult dilemma of the original male lead.

But she was clearly the villainess, wasn’t she?

How strange…

Just as Quinna shouted “three,” a beam of magical light shot from a distance, striking both Quinna and Susanna directly.

After being hit by that light.

Quinna and Susanna seemed to turn into statues, their limbs and movements frozen in place.

It turned out that Cyril had temporarily broken free from the entanglement of the three princes of the Nauze Kingdom and cast Immobilization Magic at the critical moment.

Beili looked at Ashera and asked, “Are they completely unable to move now?”

“Yes.”

Ashera stood beside Beili, his face turned slightly toward her. Beneath his hollow golden eyes, a faint, expectant smile curled at the corners of his lips.

“So, do you plan to go down and rescue your sister, Little Butterfly?”