Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 85

Chapter 85

A grave tragedy occurred during Holy Island Academy’s closing Hunt Banquet.

News of the incident spread across the entire Western Fantasy Continent.

Due to the Academy’s negligence, nearly twenty students were teleported into the Gloomy Maze for the closing Hunt Banquet, but only five emerged alive after the event concluded.

All three kingdoms suffered heavy losses.

Prince Lance of Tilisha lost his right leg below the knee within the Gloomy Maze.

When the female students of Holy Island heard the news, their hearts shattered.

They flooded into the library tower, wiping away tears as they pored over research on regenerative magic. Many of them had never set foot in the tower before.

Prince Cyril of the Sainthos kingdom returned unharmed.

However, among the top ten students in the Holy Island Competition, five were from Sainthos.

Aside from the lucky Clarence of the Wolf Family, the other four failed to escape their grim fate.

The Nauze Kingdom suffered an even more devastating blow.

Prince Tyrone, Prince Bruno, and Prince Boris all failed to return from the Maze alive. In an instant, Nauze had lost three of its youngest and most talented princes.

Furthermore, the majority of the students who had signed up to be “prey” were from Nauze.

Since most of the Nauze students at Holy Island Academy were princes and princesses, the kingdom had lost far more than just three members of the royal bloodline.

Upon hearing the tragic news, the King of the Nauze Kingdom was both grief-stricken and Enraged.

He demanded that Holy Island Academy take responsibility, threatening to withdraw from Holy Island and let the entire Academy face the King of Nauze’s wrath.

Then, the following day…

The royal palace of the Nauze Kingdom received a crate of severed heads via express delivery from Holy Island.

Placed right at the top was the head of Madeline, the former Dean of Holy Island Academy.

Now, the new Dean of Holy Island Academy was a young Nun named Nora.

She was the tall, slender Nun who used to follow behind the old Dean, Madeline.

***

Early morning, sunlight streamed in.

Beili woke up to a noisy commotion of laughter and crying.

The infirmary at Holy Island Academy provided private rooms for sick students, so normally, it wouldn’t be as loud as a marketplace.

Beili rolled over on her hospital bed, her gaze a bit dazed as she stared blankly at the ornaments on the table.

At that moment, the corridor outside the room was packed with Holy Island Academy’s female students.

Of course, they weren’t there for her; their attention was entirely focused on Prince Lance in the neighboring room.

Clutching bright, beautiful flowers, they were chattering away-

“Prince Lance is so strong. Even though he lost his right leg during the closing event, he didn’t shed a single tear after being teleported out. Such strength is truly heartbreaking.”

“I won’t allow anyone to use that disrespectful name ‘sly fox’ for Prince Lance anymore. Prince Lance is clearly a brave fox!”

“The King of Tilisha has summoned the finest healers in the entire kingdom, along with some rare and priceless bone-growing herbs. They say it can make the Prince’s right leg grow back.”

“That’s wonderful! It’s what Prince Lance deserves!”

“Only a kingdom like Tilisha could grow such a miraculous herb. It’s practically a miracle!”

“But the Prince refused.”

“Oh… but… why?”

Beili took a deep breath, threw off the covers, and got out of bed to walk to the window.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a hazy white glow.

Beili pulled back a gap to look outside.

In the distance…

The sea was a deep blue, its surface shimmering with light.

Seagulls traced elegant arcs in the sky before diving into the ocean, kicking up sprays of white foam.

Nearby…

Just below the window.
Students were ordering their servants around, dragging leather trunks of all sizes toward the docks. It looked as though they were moving house.

It was a highly unusual sight, but at that moment, Beili’s thoughts were entirely consumed by something else.

Since leaving the grounds of the closing Hunt Banquet, her mind had been trapped in a loop, constantly replaying what had happened in the water.

Amidst the dim light and the swirling currents.

She had opened her eyes and seen him-that thin, Blind Youth with his silver hair shorn short.

Until the moment a piercing light and a twisting sensation had enveloped her, transporting her and Cyril to a cluster of jagged rocks behind the Holy Island, that fellow had never reappeared.

It was as if he had been swallowed by those eerie waters.

He might still be trapped inside the Gloomy Maze.

…

“I heard Prince Lance had a massive row with His Majesty the King of Tilisha. I wonder what it was about.”

“Stop spreading rumors. Prince Lance didn’t argue with his father. He’d rather use a prosthetic limb than cooperate with treatment solely to express his dissatisfaction with the Academy.”

“True. After all, so many Nobles died during this event…”

“Tsk, tsk… Speaking of which, will we see Prince Lance today?”

Various emotions filled the corridor outside the infirmary.

Beili’s ears were filled with the constant buzzing of the female students’ chatter.

Buzz… buzz…

If only there were a spell to make them shut up.

She thought to herself privately.

Someone should step up right now and use Silence Magic on them.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, the noise outside the infirmary suddenly vanished into an abrupt silence.

“Prince Cyril…”

Someone whispered in surprise.

Beili had just blinked her red eyes when she heard a certain prince say in a frigid tone, “Either be quiet, or get out.”

Faced with such an icy, ruthless individual, none of the female students dared to utter a word of protest.

A knock sounded on the infirmary door. Beili said, “Come in,” and then saw Cyril and Susanna enter together.

Cyril, Susanna, and Beili looked at one another, but no one spoke.

For a moment, the atmosphere was actually quite awkward.

Beili had intended to speak first.

But the moment she saw Cyril, she remembered his highly unusual behavior after he had pulled her onto the Magic Carpet.

At the time, Beili’s head had been full of question marks, and she seriously suspected that while she was struggling to swim in that pool… this Big Ice Cube had been put under some kind of hex.

And then there was Susanna.

One look at Susanna reminded Beili of the stupid things she had done. Thinking of those stupid things left Beili completely speechless-a feeling commonly known as being ‘at a loss for words.’

Susanna kept her head bowed low, not daring to look at her at all.

Glancing at the two of them, Beili acted as if nothing had happened, choosing to ignore the tension. She asked calmly, “How is Lisa?”

“The commoner? Clarence said she has already left.”

Cyril took up the conversation, his lips set in a straight line, devoid of emotion. “The Academy is in a state of chaos right now, which is a good thing for her. If she changes towns and names, as long as she doesn’t go around broadcasting her identity, no one will be able to find her. Even Clarence doesn’t know where she went.”

Cyril’s face remained expressionless, as if he had already erased that memory from his mind.

Beili nodded, a faint premonition stirring in her heart-perhaps Lisa really had gone to Valniesnow Town. At this very moment, she might be walking down a snow-covered street, looking around as she scouted for a suitable storefront.

“You’re mostly recovered, aren’t you?” After staring at her for two seconds, Cyril continued, “The Academy has started the holiday break early. Pack your things. We’re taking a ship back to Sainthos tomorrow.”