Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 86

Chapter 86

“What…?”

Beili froze at his words and quickly asked, “What time is the ship tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow morning,” Cyril replied.

…

Following such a major incident, Holy Island Academy was temporarily closed, with classes suspended. All students were being sent home, and the remaining coursework was postponed to the next semester.

Beili remembered that her belongings were all in her attic room at the Holy Church Academy Dormitory.

She didn’t have much, so it wouldn’t take long to pack.

However, Cyril informed her in a flat tone, “That building has been temporarily cordoned off.”

Just as he finished speaking, Susanna walked up to her, produced the ruby Spatial Bracelet, and said softly, “Sister Bartholomew, perhaps this is what you’re looking for.”

Indeed, almost everything she owned was kept inside this Spatial Bracelet.

Other than that, there was nothing else to pack.

Beili gave a faint “mm” of acknowledgment, took the ruby bracelet from Susanna, and slid it back onto her wrist.

On her slender wrist, besides the ruby Spatial Bracelet, there was still a slightly curved black line that had not faded.

“I’m sorry… Sister Bartholomew…”

She heard Susanna speak in a small, trembling voice.

Beili knew, of course, that Susanna was referring to the Grass Ring.

Beili lowered her dark red eyes to look at Susanna, seeing that the tip of the girl’s nose was red and her eyes were slightly swollen like a rabbit’s. She looked incredibly aggrieved.

“Don’t worry, Susanna. I won’t tell Mother,” Beili said.

Seeing Susanna look as if she had breathed a sigh of relief, Beili paused, then added gloomily, “Just… don’t give me any more of those damn grass rings in the future.”

*I have the guts to accept them, but not the life to wear them.*

Beili sighed inwardly, while secretly warning herself-in the future, she had to maintain a skeptical attitude toward anything Susanna gave her. Everything had to be sent for inspection first; she wouldn’t use anything that hadn’t been checked.

Susanna lowered her head even further. “Okay…”

Having delivered both the message and the bracelet, Cyril and Susanna left the infirmary one after the other.

Beili ate lunch and fell asleep on the hospital bed without realizing it. When she woke up, her dinner had already been delivered.

Having barely moved all day, Beili felt bloated after finishing her dinner.

Indigestion was its own kind of misery.

The physician in the school clinic suggested she take a walk in the hallway.

So, Beili paced slowly back and forth in the corridor.

The groups of female students gathered outside Prince Lance’s room changed shift after shift.

The sunlight fell at an angle, leaving only the final glow of dusk.

Perhaps tired of waiting, the female students eventually all departed.

Before she knew it, she had walked to the door of Lance’s medical room.

Purplish-red threads of light slowly wove together the evening’s desolation and tranquility.

Beili hesitated before raising her hand to knock on the door, then waited quietly for a moment.

*Maybe Lance is asleep,* she guessed.

Sure enough, it was quiet inside, with no response.

She slowly withdrew her hand and stood silently at the door for a moment before turning to return to her own room.

Just then, a boy’s raspy, weary voice came from inside the room: “…Who is it?”

Her movements paused for half a beat, and then she responded softly, “Lance, it’s me, Bartholomew.”

Upon hearing her voice, the boy inside the room was quiet for two seconds before saying, “…Come in.”
As the words left his mouth, Beili noticed a slight ripple of mana across the door in front of her, like a seamless, transparent wall gradually dissolving.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside, only to find that the infirmary where Lance was sleeping was completely different from her own.

Well… the room size and the placement of the hospital bed were the same.

It was just that her infirmary looked much more spacious and empty.

In contrast, Lance’s room was filled with brightly colored bouquets and various beautifully wrapped gifts.

These items were piled almost to the ceiling against all four walls.

Surrounded by these gifts, the red-haired, black-eyed youth lay quietly on the bed.

His pale face remained exquisite and handsome. The moment she stepped through the door, he forced a relaxed smile.

His tone was as frivolous and wheedling as ever as he said, “You’ve come to visit me, Luoluo… You do care about me.”

Beili glanced at him, a smile touching the corners of her lips.

She walked over, her peripheral vision catching the missing right leg on the bed. Masking the strange emotions in her heart, she casually brought up a topic. “Lance, are you going back to Tilisha tomorrow as well?”

“Yes.”

The youth nodded in response. The curve of a smile remained on his face, but his expression had grown somewhat weary.

“It will be a long time before I see you all again,” he said.

“It’s just a short break.” Beili sat down on the chair by the bed and said, “When the next semester starts, we’ll see each other again.”

Lance turned his head slightly, watching the light outside the window gradually dim. He murmured, “But this period of time will be very difficult to endure.”

Beili looked at him. After a moment’s thought, she decided not to mention anything about the closing Hunt Banquet to him.

“Difficult to endure? I don’t think so.”

She blinked her red eyes and curled her lips slightly. “I still have to learn how to dance during this break. After all, at the freshman ball next semester, I have to dance the first dance with Prince Lance.”

His narrow, fox-like eyes and the corners of his mouth both turned upward.

“Haha… Luoluo, you really know how to comfort people.”

Lance turned back, glancing at the missing leg beneath the blanket. Whatever he was thinking, his gaze suddenly filled with a smiling warmth as he looked at her and asked, “Luoluo, will you write to me?”

Beili pursed her lips and nodded hesitantly. “If you want to receive my letters…”

“Oh… Luoluo, not that kind of letter-writing. That takes too long.” The youth smiled and picked up a round orb. “I meant this.”

Beili looked at the orb in realization.

This orb could be used for ‘video calls’ just like a mobile phone. She had used one before in former Dean Madeline’s office.

“I don’t have one of those,” she answered truthfully, instinctively.

The youth looked momentarily stunned by her words.

Beili felt that his expression was practically saying, ‘Ah… how can she be such a country bumpkin?’

She paused, about to add that she would buy one after returning to Sainthos.

However, the youth’s ore-black eyes suddenly lit up.

“Then write to me, Luoluo. Just thinking about it is quite romantic.”

The youth curved his fox-like eyes and continued to himself, “The mailing address is the Tilisha Imperial Palace, recipient Prince Lance Fitzgerald.”

“Oh, and the letter must be handwritten.”

He added with a smile.

“You have to pick up a quill and write it yourself, Luoluo.”