Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Before the Teleportation Magic was completed.

“Susanna, I was watching from above. The Defensive Magic Pendant around your neck hasn’t been damaged in the slightest. I saw it quite clearly.”

Sister Bartholomew’s voice rang out coldly.

There wasn’t a hint of excess emotion in her flat tone, as if she were discussing something utterly inconsequential.

In the windless Gloomy Maze, Susanna felt her heart go cold.

In her moment of greatest peril, her sister had actually been watching silently from the air, with absolutely no intention of appearing.

If she had only shown herself, that would have been enough.

Feelings of anger and grievance intertwined, spreading through her heart.

Susanna sniffled, then turned and ran into the darkness away from the area covered by the fireballs.

However, she didn’t run far before she came to a halt.

The only area left where she could still breathe and move freely was a small patch of grass.

If she looked back…

She could still see Prince Cyril and Clarence not far away, carefully setting up the Teleportation Magic on the Magic Carpet.

She could still see Sister Bartholomew, her cold, beautiful face staring at her expressionlessly.

If Prince Cyril hadn’t intervened, would her sister have just watched her die?

Susanna stared into the distant darkness with her arms wrapped around herself, her eyes wide and filled with disappointment.

This sense of dejected loss lasted until Susanna felt a gaze fixed on her back.

With a mix of hesitation and hope, Susanna turned around.

There was no one behind her.

Still, no one had come to check on her.

Only Quinna was there, staring at her without blinking.

Perhaps the wound on her back was causing her pain, as Quinna was curled up on the grass, motionless, though tears streamed incessantly down her face.

Looking at the agonized Quinna, a surge of pity rose in Susanna’s heart.

Her heart softened once again.

Susanna treated the wound on Quinna’s back, but it only provided temporary relief from the pain.

As for any deeper treatment, Susanna didn’t dare attempt it.

As the healing magic took effect, Quinna’s pain gradually eased, and her tears slowly stopped.

Quinna looked at her in surprise, as if she had regained her senses, her eyes full of gratitude.

In return, Quinna pulled some grass from the ground and wove a Grass Ring to give to Susanna.

“I hope you can reconcile soon,” she said.

…

The grass began to flow slowly toward the central pool like the surface of a lake, its speed gradually increasing.

On the moving grass not far away.

Quinna was also on the ground like a pupa, twisting her body and crawling with difficulty toward the pool, following the flow of the grass.

She wore a Grass Ring on her finger.

This was a tool she had brought into the arena in her capacity as one of the Hunters.

It was a two-in-one magic item.

It consisted of a Bracelet and a ring.

The ring was the controller, and the Bracelet was the one being controlled.

As long as one person wore the Bracelet and another wore the ring, then no matter the distance, the person wearing the Bracelet would be brought before the person wearing the ring.

Now.

As long as she entered the pool with the ring, Bartholomew would never be able to leave.

Her mission would be complete.

The grass flowed faster and faster.

Quinna laughed like a victor, shouting something in excitement. Then, her body tumbled as she rolled into the pool without hesitation, driven by grim determination.
Then, a figure leapt into the pool.

A loud splash sent water spraying everywhere.

…

Lisa didn’t understand what Susanna was saying. Seeing the gray-haired, red-eyed girl struggling, Lisa reached out, trying to grab her.

But her hand caught only air.

The girl had slipped off the Magic Carpet and fallen onto the shifting grass.

Cyril’s breath hitched. He leaned over, his hand shooting out to seize the girl’s wrist.

…

Beili looked at Cyril, suddenly struck by a premonition that he would draw his cold, shimmering sword and hack her hand off without a second thought.

Terrified as she was, she couldn’t help but mentally prepare herself for the loss of her hand.

She closed her eyes, unable to watch.

More than the fear of being maimed, the opposing tension between the force of the Grass Ring on her wrist and Cyril’s grip was agonizing. She felt as if she were being torn in two.

But it seemed too late for Cyril to cut her hand off now even if he wanted to. If he let go at this moment, she would immediately lose all support and tumble into the pool.

Beili’s mind was a chaotic whirl of thoughts.

In the next second, a powerful suction forced her wrist away from Cyril’s sweat-slicked hand.

Startled, Beili quickly activated her Beast Transformation.

However, turning into a butterfly didn’t help her escape the gravitational pull. Instead, her newfound lightness caused her to be drawn backward even faster.

Beili hastily shifted back into human form, dropping onto the grass and crawling forward with great difficulty.

Kneeling on the glowing Magic Carpet, Cyril’s cold purple eyes were overcome by an irrepressible surge of panic.

“Don’t use magic!”

Seeing the swirling vortex in the pool behind her, Cyril suddenly shouted at the girl.

What?

The girl looked up, her ruby-like eyes flashing with confusion.

“I said… don’t use your damn magic! Do you hear me, Bartholomew!”

Cyril’s face was dark as he snapped at her.

And then.

The gray-haired, red-eyed girl was dragged into the pool by her own wrist.

…

Susanna’s mind went blank.

She could almost feel Lady Constance’s chilling gaze and the stinging slap of a hand against her face.

The light from the runes on the Magic Carpet grew brighter.

“Clarence, stop the Teleportation Magic!” Cyril commanded, his eyes narrowed and his voice stern.

“Unless we destroy it, there’s no way to stop it once it’s been activated, Prince Cyril!” Clarence explained, his tone urgent.

“Then take them and go. That is an order.”

Cyril’s expression suddenly turned calm.

He began to chant an incantation, temporarily isolating himself from the Teleportation Magic beneath his feet.

The moment Cyril finished his chant, the Teleportation Magic took effect.

Clarence, Susanna, and Lisa were enveloped in a burst of light and vanished.

The pool began to swallow the surrounding grass greedily. The turf flowed faster and faster, and the surrounding green hedge walls began to move as well.

The structures pushed the Magic Carpet toward the pool.

Tick, tick…

Influenced by the pool, the thick, grayish-white mist swirling like a vortex began to turn into rain.

Raindrops fell upon him.