Eternal Undying Chronicles

A few days had passed since Alicarde's encounter with the skinwalker. During that time, he hadn't attended any of his classes, preferring to stay within the safety of the mansion. His new routine was both intriguing and unsettling.

In his heart he even like the main character of some fantasy.

Each morning, or whenever he happened to wake up, he sometimes caught a glimpse of Carrisa emerging from her bath, her figure wrapped in a towel or concealed by a bathrobe.

It was a sight he had grown accustomed to, though he tried to time his sleep to avoid these encounters. Carrisa, initially startled, eventually ignored his presence, and Alicarde, as a final act of gentlemanliness, decided to sleep in until she was gone.

This morning, he awoke to find the sword again on his bed. It had become an increasingly bothersome presence, appearing wherever he stayed for more than thirty minutes, following him throughout the mansion.

The sword's mysterious behavior had started after the battle with the skinwalker, evolving from merely appearing in his bedroom to materializing randomly.

The sword was now a permanent part of his life, a constant reminder of his new reality. He no longer attempted to discard it, especially after Carrisa explained its history.

The sword had once belonged to Beowulf, the werewolf who discovered it in an ancient ruin. The sword had been worshipped by an ancient civilization as a totem of a forgotten god. Carrisa had mentioned that Alicarde could give it a new name now that he was its master, but he hadn't decided on one yet.

His life had taken a strange turn since that fateful night. He continued to receive combat training from Carrisa, focusing on swordplay, honing his senses, and mastering his meager magical abilities. His progress was slow, but he could now sense his mana, a small victory in his otherwise chaotic new existence.

Among the other changes in his life was a new phone, the latest flagship model from his preferred brand, customized for security and connected to the mansion's systems.

He had to say goodbye to his old phone, which had served him well for two years. Additionally, he was given a luxurious black card with his name, "Alicarde Asad," embossed in gold.

This card was part of a shared account with Carrisa, usable in both the human and supernatural worlds.

Officially, "Ali Asad" was dead. Carrisa had provided him with a death certificate, ensuring that his human family wouldn't find out about his new life.

This realization made him wonder if he was committing some sort of crime, but there was no turning back now. He had to return to class today, despite the sword's constant presence.

Alicarde had been avoiding calls and texts from Anne, unsure of what to tell her. He would cross that bridge when he came to it. For now, he needed to focus on getting through the day without drawing attention to himself.

As he made his way to the fourth-floor dining room, he couldn't help but recall the humiliating defeat he'd suffered in the game room at the hands of Amena. Despite her stoic demeanor, she was a gaming prodigy, consistently besting him in every game they played.

It had become a regular part of his routine to challenge her, trying to break her stoic expression and sometimes even some childish teasing.

Occasionally, Carrisa would silently watch their matches, adding to the strange dynamic between them.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Upon reaching the dining room, he found Carrisa waiting for him. As he ate breakfast, he couldn't resist complaining about the sword.

"I can't go back to school with this ... this cursed thing always following me. It's not like I can just put it in my pocket," Alicarde grumbled.

"That would indeed be problematic," Carrisa replied thoughtfully. "Why not carry it in a guitar case?"

"Okay, I guess that works," he replied sarcastically. "I only have to carry a huge guitar case everywhere. Very convenient."

Carrisa ignored his sarcasm, instead changing the topic. "Why don't you just take a car?"

"I would, but we only have one car. I'm fine using a ride-sharing app," Alicarde replied, recalling the luxury sedan he'd seen Amena occasionally use.

Carrisa raised an eyebrow. "What? No, we have more than one car. Wait, did you not explore the entire mansion?"

"What? We do? I didn't know..." Alicarde trailed off, realizing his mistake. "This one's on me. I didn't ask."

"I honestly thought you just didn't want to take a car," Carrisa remarked, her tone carrying a hint of amusement.

"Let's go, Amena. Get a guitar case for Alicarde and meet us in the garage," she ordered.

He followed Carrisa into the elevator, the sword in hand. The blade had changed since it came into his possession, shrinking in size to match its new master. It no longer felt as unwieldy, but its presence was still unsettling.

When the elevator doors opened, they stepped into a room he hadn't seen before. The space was underground, illuminated by bright fluorescent lights. As the lights flickered on, Alicarde was stunned by the sight before him.

The room was a massive garage, filled with an array of luxury cars. It looked more like a high-end showroom than a personal garage. Sleek sports cars, fancy sedans, and even a few rare vehicles he had only seen in movies were parked in neat rows.

'Damn, it sure pays to be rich,' Alicarde thought as he surveyed the collection.

Amena arrived with a guitar case, and he placed the sword inside, feeling a bit more at ease now that it was concealed. After spending a few minutes admiring the cars, he finally picked one, only to find himself struggling to open the doors.

Amena, ever the helpful maid, stepped in to assist, showing him how to operate the car's features, including its voice-activated AI.

"I took the liberty of placing a copy of your license in the cars since your first day here, so you should be good to go," Amena informed him, her tone as stoic as ever.

He was curious about how they had managed to obtain a copy of his license, but considering the other documents that had been altered, including getting his own death certificate, he wasn't surprised.

With the engine purring beneath him, he watched as part of the wall slid open, revealing the exit. He drove off, the mansion disappearing behind him as he headed back to his student life in style, the sword his silent companion.