Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Beili had a faint feeling that this bizarre closing Hunt Banquet was finally drawing to a close.

The only problem left to consider was how to escape from the Gloomy Maze.

The soft, delicate grass beneath her feet suddenly shifted another inch toward the center-the direction of the Withered Tree Pool.

Everyone had grown accustomed to this phenomenon. After steadying themselves, they continued to stare at the three bloated figures on the ground.

Under the orange-red glow of the flames, Prince Tyrone, Prince Bruno, and Prince Boris of the Nauze Kingdom lay sprawled on the ground, devoid of life.

Aside from the scorch marks left by offensive magic and the deep gashes from close-quarters combat in Beast Form, their bodies shared one commonality.

Without exception, a bloody hole had been gouged into their chests.

Their hearts had been ripped out.

Blood flowed out, staining this small patch of grass a darker shade than the surrounding area.

Susanna walked to Prince Cyril’s side, took one look, and then covered her eyes in fear.

“Go find your sister, Susanna,” Cyril said, his purple eyes shifting toward her with an emotionless gaze.

“You’ll have nightmares if you keep watching,” he added.

Hearing Prince Cyril’s words, Susanna’s shoulders stiffened. Instead of leaving, she lowered her hands and summoned the courage to take another look.

A second later, she shrank back in fear, hiding behind Prince Cyril.

“Your Highness… would you… accidentally… dig out their hearts during a fight?”

Susanna swallowed hard, fighting back the nausea rising in her throat.

“No.”

Cyril looked down at the three mangled, bloody holes, a cold light flickering in his purple eyes.

“I only incapacitated them… and they were still breathing before I left,” he said slowly.

“Then who dug out their hearts…”

“A monster.”

Cyril spat the word out coldly.

Hearing the word ‘monster’ from Prince Cyril, Susanna instinctively thought of that thin youth.

Since eating the mutton roasted by the boy, Susanna hadn’t seen him again.

He might have gotten lost in the Maze, or perhaps he went to wash his hands in that eerie pool and fell in.

It was as if he had never existed; no one cared, and no one mentioned him.

“That…”

“That Miss Moth is quite stubborn; she won’t say a word.”

A cold, slightly annoyed voice cut off the question Susanna was about to ask.

The two of them turned to look.

Emerging from the darkness, the grey-haired, red-eyed Bartholomew was walking toward them with a dark, huffy expression.

Two Morpho Butterflies glowing with a blue-green light circled her shoulders, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

“Susanna, is there any magic that can make her tell the truth?”

Beili looked at Susanna.

Susanna lowered her head and shook it gently.

“That requires a truth serum… Without a serum, the caster’s Mana must be higher than the target’s, otherwise there will be a magical backlash…”

Quinna had placed fourth in the Holy Island Competition. Susanna knew all too well that her own Mana was definitely not higher than Quinna’s.

Beili understood, so she turned her dark red gaze toward the first-place winner of the Holy Island Competition, Prince Cyril.

Clearly, our Light and Pride of Sainthos, Prince Cyril, possessed Mana that was undoubtedly higher than Quinna’s.

“Well then, Your Highness…”

Beili’s eyes brightened slightly, her tone heavy with implication.

“Forget it, Bartholomew.”

Cyril raised an eyebrow and reminded her in a cold voice, “This was not part of our contract. I have no obligation to help you, nor do I wish to.”

On one hand, Cyril didn’t want to waste his Mana on Quinna; on the other… he wasn’t sure what truths Quinna might actually reveal.
Beili grit her teeth and took a deep breath before looking away with a resentful gaze.

Cyril’s words were perfectly logical.

He had just rejected her so decisively that it left her feeling quite embarrassed.

Scanning the area, Beili saw the three corpses on the ground, their deaths gruesome.

It seemed… Ashera had finished his meal.

She sighed inwardly, but quickly snapped back to the present.

Now, the three princes of the Nauze Kingdom were dead, and Prince Lance of the Tilisha Kingdom had been teleported away.

After a moment of confusion, she said uncertainly, “You are the only prince left in the entire Gloomy Maze… so why hasn’t the Hunt Feast ended yet?”

“Based on logic… it should have ended by now.”

Cyril picked up the teardrop-shaped crystal pendant around his neck. He looked at the cracks inside it, his expression thoughtful.

Standing behind Cyril, Susanna opened her light-colored eyes wide.

She didn’t understand the conversation between Sister Bartholomew and Prince Cyril. After hesitating for a moment, she whispered, “It’s only the second night. By the third night, we’ll all be teleported out.”

She still held onto that hope.

Beili did not share Susanna’s optimism.

In a predicament, she was always in the habit of imagining the worst-case scenario.

Only by doing so could she be mentally prepared and have a way to respond when unexpected situations occurred.

If she were the one pulling the strings…

If she wanted everyone except the heir of her own kingdom to be trapped and die in this Gloomy Maze, regardless of who they were…

That was the worst-case scenario, of course.

No… no, they couldn’t be trapped.

Beili shook her head inwardly.

According to Susanna’s logic, this arena was a magical space created by consuming a massive amount of Mana.

Once the third night arrived and the Mana maintaining the space was exhausted, everyone would be teleported out of the event grounds.

In that case, no one could be kept trapped.

Therefore, the only way would be to let everyone kill each other in the space first, and then wipe out the survivors in one fell swoop.

But how would they wipe everyone out?

As she pondered, the soft, delicate grass beneath her feet suddenly shifted another inch.

Everyone’s bodies swayed again.

The speed at which the pool was swallowing the meadow was increasing.

Beili suddenly turned her head toward the pool by the withered tree.

“I’m worried we won’t make it to the third night. This entire meadow might sink into that pool…”

She sighed softly and said diplomatically:

“And we all know that once we get close to or touch that water, our Mana becomes useless.”

“Then we leave early.”

Cyril let go of the cracked crystal pendant, his expression calm. “If I’m not mistaken, my Defensive Magic Pendant hasn’t been destroyed.”

“We can extract the Teleportation Magic from inside and infuse it with more Mana to increase the number of people it can teleport,” he said.

So he planned to strip it for parts and then manually process and upgrade it?

Oh… Prince Cyril, the Light and Pride of Sainthos, truly was omnipotent.

Susanna looked at Cyril with eyes full of admiration and worship.

On the other side, Beili tried to process this, remaining quiet for a few seconds.

She felt that Cyril’s plan sounded highly difficult and not particularly reliable, so she asked tentatively, “Your Highness, is this method feasible?”

“If it isn’t, then we all die here.”

Cyril replied coldly, his face expressionless.

Beili felt slightly choked up. After thinking it over, she asked tentatively again, “Then how can Your Highness be sure… that the Defensive Magic Pendant you’re wearing isn’t a defective product?”

“If it’s a defective product, then we all die here.”

Cyril replied coldly again, his face still expressionless.

Beili: …

She had tried.

Communication with this man was simply impossible.