Eternal Undying Chronicles

Chapter 160 Consequences Of His Actions

The atmosphere was surprisingly calm, the tension having dissolved far quicker than Alicarde had anticipated. Malefica had successfully convinced the witches to hear her out, which was no small feat. Only a few minutes ago, these women had arrived intent on capturing Malefica and putting an end to him.

Yet now, they were sitting around a fire, the flames crackling softly, as they discussed their grievances.

'Are women just more civilized than men?'

Alicarde thought, observing the scene with a hint of bewilderment.

His mind drifted back to his previous encounters, like his battle with Adonis, the warlock. The two of them had fought until they were utterly spent.

'Mostly Adonis... I had juice to spare'

Honestly, the fight hadn't been completely fair—Adonis was weakened by Malefica's curse, and Alicarde himself had held back, unwilling to unleash his full power.

But here, there wasn't even a hint of hostility. These women, who had been ready to fight to the death, were now handling the situation with calm discussion instead.

Perhaps their familiarity with each other was enough to stave off the violence. As he mulled this over, he caught Vidalia glancing his way. She looked down quickly, a blush forming on her cheeks, her head tilted just enough for him to notice.

Alicarde couldn't help but give a deadpan look under his hood, though she couldn't see it.

Helga, the observant one, noticed Vidalia's shy expression and turned her attention to Malefica.

"Lady Malefica," she began, her tone diplomatic but firm,

"now that we've addressed the... elephant in the room, perhaps it's time to discuss something else."

She turned her gaze to Alicarde, her expression turning more severe, and Alicarde had a sinking feeling this conversation was about him.

Malefica sighed, as if she had hoped to avoid this topic altogether, and nodded for Helga to continue.

Alicarde glanced nervously at Malefica, feeling caught off guard. He hadn't expected the witches to focus on him.

Helga crossed her arms and continued to look at him as though he were a particularly troublesome pest.

Vidalia, still slightly pink, fidgeted in her seat, stealing glances his way.

Malefica met Helga's gaze with a resigned nod.

"Very well, then. What do you propose we do about him?"

This was the second time a witch had tried to corner him into marriage over some nonsense. And this time was even more ridiculous! All that had happened was a simple, innocent wardrobe malfunction—nothing more. He glared at Malefica, knowing she couldn't see his expression beneath his hood but hoping she could feel the silent outrage radiating from him.

Malefica caught his glare and raised an eyebrow, clearly aware of his feelings but also somewhat entertained by his predicament.

"Well, it seems you're facing the consequences of your actions,"

she remarked thorough the telepathic link, though there was an underlying hint of amusement in her tone.

"This is nonsense. Complete and utter nonsense," Alicarde mumbled,

though he kept his voice low enough that only Malefica could hear him.

Malefica, playing the role of mediator, tried to ease Vidalia's concerns.

"Vidalia," she said gently,

"perhaps there's a better way to resolve this without binding anyone in a marriage they may not want."

But Vidalia was sharp, and each word Malefica offered only seemed to strengthen her resolve.

"No, Lady Malefica," she insisted, her voice growing more resolute.

"The honor of my family, my dignity—I can't overlook such a grave offense."

Alicarde felt his patience thinning. The more they talked, the more it seemed inevitable that he was about to be dragged into a marriage with a beautiful witch. He took a breath and tried to remain calm, despite the ludicrous accusations stacking up against him.

"Vidalia," he interjected.

"I understand that there may have been...a misunderstanding, but it was just that—a misunderstanding. There was no ill intent, and no harm done."

Vidalia turned to him, a slight pout on her lips.

"Then take responsibility and prove that your intentions were pure," she countered.

"If you're truly honorable, you'll have no problem with this arrangement."

'Honorable my ass... I would bitch slap you if we didn't need your help taking down Cassandra'

Alicarde opened his mouth to argue, but Malefica raised a hand, silencing him. She looked at him with a mixture of sympathy and warning, as if to say, Tread carefully.