Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Beili silently closed her mouth.

“However, my Mana is running low after several battles, so I need someone else to cooperate with me.”

Cyril looked up at Bartholomew.

He pointed at her hand.

On the fingernail of her left ring finger, a ladybug still sat there. It hadn’t fallen off in rigor mortis, nor had it flapped its wings to fly away… Oh, no, this ladybug had been quite inactive from the very beginning.

It represented second place in the Holy Island Competition.

“Clarence. Find him. We need his help,” Cyril said.

…

Clarence.

Because the name was a bit difficult to remember, Beili hadn’t immediately connected this person to a character from the original book when she heard Susanna describe him earlier.

Now, seeing a wolf that kept making “whimpering” sounds, unable to find its way through the thick gray-white mist, she finally remembered everything.

Clarence Barton.

He was the fourth male lead in the book, a Holy Knight of the Santos Kingdom who was more than willing to protect the female lead, Susanna.

In the original book, this fourth male lead didn’t do ambiguity or confessions; the most intimate thing he ever did with the female lead was take her hand.

He followed the path of a pure, secret love.

Although his Beast Transformation form was a wolf with dark gray fur, the readers who rooted for the fourth male lead preferred to call him the “pure-hearted little loyal dog.”

But this “pure-hearted little loyal dog” had a terrible sense of direction.

He couldn’t even tell his left from his right!

Hearing the gray wolf below hit the green hedge of the Maze with another thud and let out a whimper, the voice of a young girl, sounding somewhat helpless, drifted from the butterfly with blue-green wings in the air:

“Honorable Mr. Clarence… er… I said turn right just now. You turned left again. That’s a dead end.”

A young man’s voice came from the gray wolf’s mouth, explaining in an embarrassed tone:

“Sorry… the mist is too thick. I can’t see.”

…

It took some time.

Beili led Clarence, who had lost all sense of direction the moment he entered the Hunt Feast grounds, to the grassy area at the Maze Center. After reuniting him with Cyril, she walked toward the tent.

She lifted the door curtain.

As soon as Beili looked up, she saw Lisa in the corner.

Lisa stood up instinctively as if startled, but because she was tall, her head hit the top of the tent, forcing her to remain in a slight crouch.

“Miss Bartholomew…”

“Don’t worry, Lisa.”

Beili smiled slightly and beckoned her to the middle of the tent so she could stand up straight. Then, she said in a gentle, soothing tone, “Everything will be over soon.”

Hearing this, Lisa finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

When she looked at Beili again, her eyes couldn’t help but redden. Tears pooled in her eyes, and her voice trembled slightly.

“Miss Bartholomew… you’re so good to me…”

“Why…”

Then came a voice full of doubt and disbelief.

“Why me…”

The gray-haired, red-eyed girl patted her head with some helplessness and said, “Don’t think about why it’s you. Instead, why not think about why it couldn’t be you?”

Even without Messenger Yue’s existence, her life could still be full of sunshine… right?

“Once we get out, you can leave Holy Island and choose a town you like to settle down in… Hmm… with your skills, opening a bakery would surely be second nature to you!”

The girl tilted her face up slightly, a smile of longing rippling in her eyes as she suggested in a lighthearted tone:

“I think you could go to Valniesnow Town. Of course, you don’t have to listen to me at all, because I’m not familiar with the geography here and haven’t been to other towns… I just feel like the bread sold in the market at Valniesnow Town really isn’t as delicious as yours.”
Lisa laughed through her tears. She wanted to say something but didn’t know what, so she simply raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The girl continued:

“Even though it snows there year-round and might be a bit cold, there’s nothing more pleasant than lying in a warm house during a snowstorm, holding a steaming cup of hot cocoa.”

As the girl imagined it, a hint of longing couldn’t help but flicker in her eyes.

Listening to Miss Bartholomew plan her future life with such hope, Lisa nodded and gave a soft “mm,” remaining silent.

The girl suddenly said, “I… I love bad weather like heavy rain or snow that makes it inconvenient to go out. Every time it’s like that, I just hide in the house and read quietly…”

The next second, something was pressed into Lisa’s hand-a shimmering Magic Crystal.

Lisa’s eyes widened instantly.

This was the first time in her life she had seen something so expensive.

In the world of commoners, the circulating currency was usually gold coins, but if one wanted to purchase magical items, they could only pay with Magic Crystals.

Therefore, Magic Crystals were undoubtedly more precious than gold.

…

Realizing that the beautiful life she described required proper wealth to support it, Beili quietly placed the Magic Crystal Lady Constance had given her into Lisa’s hand.

She hoped that after Lisa gained her freedom, she could let go of Messenger Yue, leave the Holy Island, and start a new life.

Because the missing Messenger Yue was likely never coming back.

The memory of that incredibly ethereal wedding dream she had seen in the Dream Corridor surfaced in her mind. The girl’s slight smile faltered, and her red eyes darkened slightly.

She had no memory of what had happened that night at the cathedral.

Sometimes she even wondered-with a lineup of three Red Cardinals and an Envoy, a force strong enough to lock even Ashera in a cage-was it really her doing?

She couldn’t look into it deeply.

Nor did she have the energy to.

…

Susanna stood quietly behind Sister Bartholomew. Listening to the words her sister said to Lisa, her heart felt complicated.

She couldn’t believe Sister Bartholomew could be so gentle to someone else.

She also couldn’t believe that she had actually developed a sense of jealousy toward a commoner.

Although the feeling wasn’t intense, it was enough to stir a wave of sullen emotion within Susanna.

Susanna bit her lip and silently followed Sister Bartholomew out of the tent.

Outside, the sky was still dark.

Only two or three fireballs summoned by Prince Cyril dispersed the darkness in a small area.

“Sister Bartholomew.”

Susanna couldn’t help but call out to the grey-haired, red-eyed girl.

The girl stopped and looked back at her. The gentleness in her eyes had vanished at some point.

“What is it?”

Her voice was devoid of emotion.

“Sister Bartholomew…”

Susanna’s gaze swept over Quinna, who was tied up nearby and turned into a statue by Immobilization Magic.

“Sister… did you know that I was held hostage by Quinna?”

“I know.” The girl nodded, looking puzzled. “And?”

“I kept praying that you would appear, but you didn’t…”

Susanna bit her lower lip, her voice uncontrollably becoming aggrieved. “Sister Bartholomew… where were you when I was held hostage by Quinna?”

“Susanna, I was right up there watching.”

The girl blinked and pointed a finger toward the sky, then said with a calm expression:

“The Defensive Magic Pendants around your neck didn’t break at all. I saw it very clearly.”