Eternal Undying Chronicles

Chapter 143 Pillow Talk

The morning light streamed through the large cabin windows, gently rousing Alicarde from his slumber. He hadn't even realized when he had fallen asleep, much less that he could sleep so deeply.

For once, he hadn't woken up to nightmares, hadn't felt the usual suffocating dread creeping into his dreams. Lying next to Malefica, there had been an unexpected peace, a rare escape from his traumas.

He shifted slightly, intending to move his hand, but found it held down by a soft, feminine weight.

Malefica was nestled against him, pressed so close that he could feel her breath, his right hand resting on her chest. As her voluptuous breasts rose and fell with each gentle breath, Alicarde gulped. An urge stirred within him, tempting him to squeeze just a little.

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He had never considered himself a gentleman—he believed only lesser men pretended to be such—so he tensed his fingers, gently squeezing.

Malefica let out a soft moan in her sleep. Startled, Alicarde froze, afraid he might wake her. Quickly, he reconsidered his earlier plan of being a lesser man and decided perhaps it wasn't the best idea after all.

'Better not let Argint hear about this,' he thought, imagining her mocking him for being a pervert. But what could he do? He was only human—or at least, somewhat.

'She's not gonna wake up and be mad, right?'

He glanced down, realizing it wasn't him who had moved into this compromising position. It was Malefica who had rolled into his arms. There was still space on her side of the bed, yet here she was, pressed against him while he teetered on the edge.

'Huh. I forgot what the edge of a bed felt like. King-sized beds don't usually have this problem.'

He chuckled softly, shifting closer to her as she rolled again in her sleep, resting her head against his chest.

'Well, can't blame me now,' he thought, moving his hand to her waist and pulling her a little closer. He closed his eyes, peeking at her occasionally as she slept, her breath steady and calm. He ended up watching her for a few minutes, almost like a creep, until her eyes began to flutter open.

'Oh, crap.'

Alicarde quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Malefica woke, blinking as she realized she was in his arms. She looked up at his face, noticing his suspiciously still breathing.

"Good morning," she said softly.

"..."

Alicarde kept silent, unsure if she was testing him.

"Stop pretending to be asleep. I know you're awake."

Alicarde smiled, opening his eyes.

"How'd you know?"

She glared at him. "I didn't. I took a guess."

Her eyes twitched. He was clearly taking a jab at her.

"You were just a lazy student," she muttered.

Alicarde was about to fire back but paused, realizing she was still in his arms, and here they were, bickering like an old married couple. He chuckled.

"What is it now?" Malefica asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Nothing," he replied, still chuckling.

"I was just thinking... you look really beautiful in the morning."

She opened her mouth, then closed it, glaring again.

"Are you saying I usually look ugly?"

Alicarde blinked, not expecting such a response.

"There's no pleasing you, is there? You're always pretty."

"Pretty, beautiful—now it's just 'pretty'? Make up your mind."

"Same thing," he grumbled.

She pushed against his chest.

"Now let go, will you? I can't get up if you keep holding me."

Alicarde sighed and finally released her. Malefica hurriedly went to the closet grabbed a towel and headed toward the bathroom.

"What's with her? Was she embarrassed?" he muttered to himself.

He got up and walked to the window, noticing the village already awake. He had no idea what time it was—his phone was still fried after Malefica had hit him with her inferno spell. Outside, the witches were going about their day, some glancing at the cabin. In the distance, he noticed someone peeking from behind a tree, trying to be inconspicuous.

'Really? She thinks she's being stealthy?'

To no one's surprise, it was the young blonde witch from the day before. Whoever had put her on surveillance duty clearly didn't have the best judgment, assigning someone so unreliable.

He sighed and pulled the blinds closed.

Walking back he slumped into the bed, which still faintly had Malefica's scent. Hopefully today they would get information on the demon of noon.

He wondered if Carrisa and the others had tried to call him, after his phone was destroyed.

'Sure hope I didn't make them worry'