Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 81

Chapter 81

To prevent the constantly shifting grass from disrupting the Teleportation Magic, Cyril and Clarence laid out the Teleportation Array on a floating Magic Carpet.

This Magic Carpet was an item Clarence had brought with him, but he had been so anxious about getting lost that he had completely forgotten he had it.

Fortunately, it could still be put to use at this critical moment.

Another shift occurred in the grass.

The Gloomy Maze, previously shrouded in darkness, was suddenly filled with light.

Everyone was stung by the brilliance and closed their eyes, raising their hands to gently rub their eyelids.

Clarence smiled slightly, speaking in a polite and bashful manner. “Prince Cyril and I have already infused Mana into the Teleportation Magic. Now we’re just waiting for Prince Cyril to adjust the details of the runes… Anyway, please be patient for a little longer. It will be ready soon.”

Beili turned to look at Clarence.

This fourth male lead from the original book-pure-hearted and airheaded-had short, honey-colored curly hair, skin as fair as milk, and blue eyes as clear and bright as the azure sea.

Most of the time, he wouldn’t look people directly in the eye, especially if they were girls.

Consequently, when he spoke to others, he would fix his gaze on the empty air beside them.

It gave people the illusion that he was talking to a patch of nothingness.

If someone intentionally moved into the space he was staring at while talking to him, the boy with the honey-colored curls would look flustered and immediately shift his gaze to another patch of air.

In short, he did not make eye contact easily.

Hearing Clarence’s words, Beili gave a soft “mm” in response and then called Lisa over.

The two of them began packing up the tent.

Seeing this, Clarence immediately volunteered to help, waving his hands bashfully and telling them they should just rest nearby.

Watching Clarence’s busy figure, Beili began planning what to do after leaving the Gloomy Maze.

Once Lisa’s situation was resolved, she could focus all her energy on investigating the mysterious characters given by the Book of Truth.

She wondered if Doctor Cassius was still at Holy Island Academy.

She wondered if he might already have some good news for her.

…

As she was lost in thought, a set of footsteps gradually approached from behind.

Beili turned and saw Susanna, who seemed to have processed her emotions and was silently walking back.

Then, in a voice as thin and quiet as a mosquito, she said, “Sister Bartholomew…”

Beili looked at her and reminded her, “Stop making trouble, Susanna. We’re leaving the Gloomy Maze soon. If you run off now and fall into the Withered Tree Pool, no one will be able to save you.”

The girl hesitated for a moment before producing a Grass Ring from behind her back as if to give it to her. Her voice remained thin as she said, “Sister, this is for you. Let’s make peace.”

…

Beili’s gaze fell upon the simple Grass Ring.

She blinked, her eyes momentarily dazed, and her movements paused for a beat.

She hadn’t expected Susanna to speak to her so sincerely all of a sudden.

What Beili expected even less was that when this pink-haired, light-eyed girl-to whom she shared no blood relation-looked at her with eyes as clear as a forest deer and asked for a reconciliation, she actually felt a strange, sudden sense of closeness.

“…”

Feeling a bit embarrassed and with her face flushing slightly, Beili gave a muffled “mm” and took the Grass Ring from her hand, sliding it onto her wrist.

…

The Gloomy Maze was thick with fog.

The grass continued to shrink, swallowed inch by inch by the Withered Tree Pool.

By the time the Teleportation Magic was set up, Prince Cyril’s expensive tent had also been packed away.

“We can go now,” Cyril said flatly as he put the tent away. “Everyone, get onto the Magic Carpet.”

Everyone began walking toward the Teleportation Magic.

“I’ll bring Quinna over.”

Taking the task upon herself, Susanna said cheerfully, a faint smile spreading across her face.

By this time, Beili and Lisa were already heading toward the Magic Carpet.

Catching sight of Susanna smiling at Quinna in the distance, a few question marks popped up in Beili’s mind.

After all, just a moment ago, these two had been playing the roles of kidnapper and hostage, yet now they were chatting and laughing… as if the abduction incident had never happened.

*To be the female lead, you really must have a heart that can embrace all things,* Beili sighed inwardly.

Just as she was reflecting on this, the grass beneath her feet suddenly shuddered.
In an instant, the entire patch of turf suddenly began to move slowly.

Like gears buried deep underground, it finally crushed through whatever was blocking it after several stutters and began to roll.

The eerie sight threw the entire space into chaos.

Everyone’s expression shifted, and they rushed toward the floating Magic Carpet.

Fortunately, the grass moved very slowly at first. After only a moment, almost everyone was standing on the wide Magic Carpet.

Except for Susanna and Quinna.

Seeing them still lingering, Beili shouted loudly, “Susanna! Forget it, come here quickly!”

Susanna seemed unable to persuade Quinna and had no choice but to leave her behind. The pink-haired, pale-eyed girl ran toward the group in a panic.

Her face was deathly pale, losing all color during her brief sprint, and a flicker of terror rose in her eyes.

Beili reached out a hand to her.

The girl grabbed her extended hand, stepped up, and successfully boarded the Magic Carpet.

Then.

The girl looked at her with wide eyes.

“Sis… Sister Bartholomew…”

She seemed to want to say something to her but was very afraid; she pursed her lower lip, her expression like that of a child who had done something wrong.

Beili was already used to this.

She opened her mouth, but before she could ask anything, she suddenly felt a faint, invisible force appear on her hand.

It was as if a hand had clamped onto her wrist, trying to pull her off the Magic Carpet.

This force instantly reminded Beili of Lance and the pale little hand that had grabbed his foot.

She swallowed, took a steadying breath, and looked down.

Fortunately, no eerie little hand had appeared on her own hand.

There was only a Grass Ring.

“Everyone is here.”

Having decisively abandoned the uncooperative Quinna, Cyril said with cold composure, “Clarence, start activating the Teleportation Array.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Then, the two of them lowered their eyes and began chanting incantations together, channeling their Mana to activate the Teleportation Array beneath their feet.

The runes on the Magic Carpet began to emit a thin, faint, mysterious glow under their combined efforts.

…

That eerie force grew stronger and stronger.

Beili clearly felt something was wrong; it was like a constant gale blowing against her, making it hard for her to stay standing.

However, this wind was only blowing toward her.

Seeing that she was about to be dragged off the Magic Carpet, Beili quickly crouched down, gripping the Magic Carpet beneath her feet as tightly as if she were clinging to a piece of driftwood in the water.

Her eyelashes lowered as she quickly regained her composure, reaching out to forcefully tear off the incredibly crude Grass Ring on her wrist.

The Grass Ring snapped, turning into a rough piece of twine.

However, a black line had appeared around her wrist.

It looked like it had been drawn on temporarily with a slight curve, but no matter how she rubbed it, it wouldn’t come off.

Beili knitted her brows and immediately looked up, staring at Susanna with a questioning gaze.

“Sister Bartholomew… I… I didn’t know…”

Her eyes were filled with helplessness; Susanna seemed uneasy and guilty about what had just happened.

Cyril heard the commotion between the two.

Frowning slightly, he said coldly, “Bartholomew, now is not the time to be picking a fight with your sister.”

That invisible force clamped tightly around her wrist, growing even stronger, pulling her backward relentlessly.

Beili kept her head down, her face tense as she gritted her teeth. “Hurry and activate the Teleportation Magic…”

“It takes time,” Cyril explained calmly.

“Hurry-!”

Beili suddenly shouted, as if she had been holding it in for a long time. Her voice trembled at the end, startling everyone.

“O-Okay,” Clarence stammered, his shoulders jumping in surprise.

The atmosphere was somewhat eerie. Cyril finally sensed something was wrong; his gaze turned cold and suspicious as he looked at the gray-haired girl who had suddenly crouched on the Magic Carpet.

The girl’s entire body was tense, as rigid as a stone statue.

Her right hand shook, barely able to hold onto the Magic Carpet. As if drawn by the pull of a magnet, her entire right arm was being dragged backward.

Gradually, only her left hand remained tightly gripping the Magic Carpet, blood seeping from beneath her fingernails due to the sheer force of her grip.

“That… grass-woven Bracelet… Quinna gave it to me…”

Susanna stood among the crowd, her chest heaving as if she were suffocating.

She looked at Sister Bartholomew, her eyes filled with deep regret, and said in a trembling voice, “I thought she had returned to normal… I’m sorry… Sister… I’m sorry…”