Eternal Undying Chronicles

Chapter 141 Scent

alicarde had waited for this moment for a long time—by a "long time," he meant the fifteen minutes since cassandra mentioned they would only get one room.

he was going to make the most of this, though perhaps this would have been a good time to act like a gentleman. but, as far as he was concerned, acting like a gentleman was the way of lesser men.

malefica had no idea what he was thinking, and frankly, she didn't care. standing up, she checked the closet, and sure enough, there were women's clothes hanging inside. grabbing a set along with a towel, she made her way toward the door leading to the bath.

before entering, she turned to face him.

"i know i don't have to tell you this, but if you do anything untoward, you will burn."

alicarde shook his head dramatically, crossing his chest.

"i would never... i mean, i am such a gentleman. you can trust me."

malefica narrowed her eyes at him.

"all that, and i still don't believe you. don't even think of finding an excuse to walk in... i mean it."

he sighed.

"so little trust in my character, but fine, as you wish."

with one final glare, she disappeared behind the door. he needed something to distract himself, so he wandered toward the bed. with nothing better to do, he dismissed his reaper's vestments entirely, revealing the tattered clothes he had been wearing earlier.

the state of his clothes was beyond saving—barely holding together after being hit by an inferno spell at point-blank range.

'gotta respect these luxury brands. they aren't expensive for nothing,' he mused, though he really didn't want to think about how much his wardrobe must have cost.

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alicarde blinked, taking a moment to register her words.

"erm, wha...what? err... okay."

seeing his sluggishness, malefica glared.

"now!"

"yes, ma'am! okay, sure!" he quickly scrambled into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

his heart was racing, and his thoughts were running wild. to calm himself, he resorted to counting random numbers and imagining goku performing the kamehameha attack.

with that, the two hundred and seventh bone he didn't know he had finally relaxed, and he returned to normal. taking a breath, he surveyed the bathroom. it was well-tiled and clean, with another door leading outside. a shower and faucets lined one wall, but his curiosity led him to open the door to find an open-air hot spring.

"well, i'll be damned. these witches really live in style."

he took a quick wash before deciding to soak in the hot spring, hoping it would give malefica enough time to change and dispel the awkward atmosphere.

"if i had a penny for every time i ran into a lady in a towel, i'd have a lot of pennies because i've seen carrisa in that state way too many times. but if i count the number of different ladies... i'd have two pennies. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice."

satisfied with his musings, he stepped out of the bath. his old clothes were beyond saving, so he incinerated them with a basic flame spell, wary of leaving anything personal behind in a village of witches—just in case they decided to curse him.

he donned his reaper's vestments again, dismissing the metallic parts and keeping it light and comfortable.

then, as he exited the bathroom, he was greeted by the scent of something in the air.