Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 78

Chapter 78

Beili stared down at Quinna and Susanna, who remained as motionless as statues. After a moment, a faint smile played on her lips.

“…It’s not my place to save her.”

She pointed toward a wisp of black mist that was slowly drifting back like a ribbon.

Lowering her eyelashes, she curled her lip and spoke slowly, “If Cyril hadn’t stepped in just now, were you planning to save Susanna?”

Beili looked at Ashera and sighed softly. “That discovery is quite a surprise.”

Ashera’s lips quirked. As he curled his slender fingers, the wisp of black mist seeped back into his pale, cold skin.

“Yes.”

Then, he let out a soft sigh. “A pity someone else beat me to it.”

“You don’t look particularly disappointed.”

“Don’t I?” Ashera murmured.

Not in the slightest.

Beili’s brow furrowed slightly as she contemplated. She blinked her red eyes and suddenly asked, “To you, is it essential that Susanna doesn’t die?”

“Hmm? Why such a question?”

A lazy smile spread across his lips as Ashera said unhurriedly, “Whether this girl’s life ends or not makes no difference to me.”

Hearing his words, she narrowed her red eyes slightly.

“Fine. In that case, I’ll use my Miniature Crossbow to end their lives right now. Don’t stop me.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her arm, aiming the sight of the Miniature Crossbow at the two ‘statues.’ Her movements were lightning-fast as she prepared to press the trigger.

And then.

The sight wavered.

Her arm was quickly forced down by a cold hand.

“What’s wrong?”

Beili curled her lip, her red eyes curving upward as she asked with a smile, “Didn’t you just say it makes no difference?”

His hollow, soulless golden eyes looked down at her, the smile on his lips never fading.

Seeing that he remained silent, Beili didn’t press him. She raised her arm again, took aim, and was undoubtedly pushed back down by Ashera.

She raised it again; he pushed it down again.

Finally, Ashera grabbed her wrist, gripping it tightly so she couldn’t exert any force at all.

“Susanna is useful to you, so she can’t die. Right?”

Beili stared directly into his eyes with total composure and asked again.

“…”

The heavy black curtain, formed by the fusion of the night sky and thick fog, pressed down gloomily.

His features, as beautifully sculpted as a statue’s, bore a smile that looked somewhat sinister.

The atmosphere grew eerie.

A second later.

“Yes.”

He uttered the single word softly.

“Ha…”

It was as if she had caught a Demon by the tail.

Beili’s red eyes curved into two crescent moons, shimmering like stars. She pursed her lips and let out a low laugh.

“Form a contract with me, Ashera.”

Deciding not to beat around the bush, she said directly, “The condition is that I won’t kill Susanna, and you can’t kill me-even if I provoke you, you can’t.”

“Hmm?”

As if he had heard something hilarious, a smile blossomed on Ashera’s thin, cold lips.

“Just as I described before, Little Butterfly.” He lowered his long lashes and shook his head gently. “Your little brain just turns a bit faster than others, but in reality, you are still foolish.”

As he spoke, he seemed to sense something and tilted his head slightly.

Then, his lips quirked as he reached out a cold index finger to tap the tip of Beili’s nose. “Alright, stall for me for a bit. Don’t let them disturb my meal.”
“As for the contract, think it over carefully…”

Before his voice had even faded, a stream of black mist, flowing like water, surged from beneath Ashera’s pale feet.

In the blink of an eye, it coiled around his body.

Before Beili could react, she saw the mass of black mist fly away as if caught in a gale, sweeping straight toward the three unconscious princes of the Nauze Kingdom below.

All that remained was a patch of gradually dissipating black mist, which barely allowed her to remain suspended in the air for a few seconds.

Beili quickly performed a Beast Transformation, turning into a butterfly with shimmering blue-green wings.

She looked down.

Cyril, having finished his chaotic skirmish with the three princes of the Nauze Kingdom, was walking briskly toward Susanna and Quinna, who were both under Immobilization Magic.

Cyril took the cold-gleaming dagger from Quinna’s hand and, after chanting an incantation, lifted the magic from Susanna’s body.

Then he looked around, seemingly searching for someone.

Susanna’s eyes shimmered with tears. Once her restraints were released, she threw herself into Prince Cyril’s arms.

…

The butterfly flapped its shimmering blue-green wings, trailing a wisp of black energy as it fluttered down gracefully.

The moment she landed on the grass, the butterfly transformed back into human form.

Beili raised her hand to push back the oversized hood of her Invisibility Cloak, appearing before Cyril and Susanna.

At that moment.

Susanna’s trembling body was pressed tightly against Cyril’s chest, her shoulders hunched like a terrified little rabbit.

Large teardrops rolled down continuously, her eyes completely wet as if covered in dew, nearly soaking Prince Cyril’s magnificent and luxurious deep blue coat.

Even if the Prince reached out to push her away without mercy, Susanna would have persisted.

Because she was truly terrified.

She needed to lean on a reliable arm for just a moment; otherwise, her mental state-stretched so taut it felt like a single thin thread-would surely snap.

Cyril hesitantly raised his hand and patted Susanna’s back.

As he lifted his dark, amethyst-like eyes, his cold gaze suddenly froze.

Seeing Bartholomew, with her grey hair and red eyes, suddenly appear in his field of vision, Cyril’s shoulders stiffened uncontrollably.

His thin lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to explain something.

However, Bartholomew’s calm red eyes only lingered on them for a brief moment.

It was as if it were natural, or perhaps something she was long accustomed to seeing.

Bartholomew bypassed them entirely, walking straight toward Quinna, who had fallen to the ground after Susanna broke free and remained frozen by the magic.

Seeing her pass by, Cyril’s slightly parted lips closed again, his purple eyes darkening.

The oblivious Beili walked over to Quinna in a few quick strides, knelt down, and lightly poked her shoulder with her index finger.

Her red eyes flickered slightly.

She was secretly contemplating what to do with Quinna.

The simplest method, of course, would be to raise her arm and use her crossbow to fire two concentrated bolts, letting her rest in peace right here in the Gloomy Maze.

But if she did that, the reason why Quinna had marked her as a hunting target would never be solved.

Her dark red gaze swept quickly over Quinna’s face as she struggled internally.

At this very moment.

Quinna lay on the ground, staring at her with a sinister expression, her lips twitching slightly as if she wanted to spit out some venomous words.

Beili looked back at Cyril and asked curiously, “How long will she stay immobilized like this?”

“Ten minutes,” Cyril said in a low voice.