Chapter 28: Happy Supernatural Life

"The night sky looks so beautiful, the countless stars that gaze upon me. What beauty, what magnificence! The heavens above are truly fantastic... yet why is my life so full of pain?" Alicarde's voice echoed out from the pool of his blood where he lay looking at the sky.

His clothes were shredded by her sharp claws, and Alicarde had broken a lot of bones, but he regenerated, so no harm done.

Except to his ego, being beaten by a girl was one of those things guys never wanted to talk about.

Alicarde had been beaten soundly in the name of training. True, she had corrected any mistakes he had made and had shown him the basics. She had guided him through different basic movements.

Yet something felt off. Why was she so ruthless? He had only said a few teasing words. He had a feeling his blatant harassment was the reason he got such harsh treatment.

Turning to look at the red-haired wildflower standing a few meters away, she looked as pristine as ever. Beating him was not even difficult.

"Tell me, Argint... just curious, do you perhaps have a boyfriend?" Alicarde asked, still lying in a pool of his own blood.

She looked at him with some degree of impatience, her eyes narrowing.

"No, I do not," she replied with a cold edge.

'Did I touch a soft spot or what?' he thought.

He sighed and then asked again, deciding in his heart he was going to risk it all and go for broke.

"Did you ever have one?"

She was getting annoyed with his questions. She looked like she was ready to give him a beatdown for the second time, but after looking at him with a thoughtful expression, she decided to answer him.

"No, I've never dated," she answered irritably.

He looked to the sky and let out a deep sigh, wondering if he should continue. In the end, he decided to risk it after all.

"I can see why... I had been wondering if you had one and he ran away... but seeing how you never had one, it means they weren't stupid. I mean, I'm immortal, but even I feel like I'm going to die, and I've only known you for, what, a few days... Crazy!"

Argint clenched her fist, her face turning red with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

"Do you wanna die?" She clenched her fist, ready to eviscerate him.

Alicarde sat up, looked at her, and smiled, her expression was worth the amount of pain he was about to receive.

"You already said that today. Don't you have any more original lines? Or are you just a one-trick pony... guess it's true what they say, you can't teach an old dog new tricks," Alicarde teased.

Argint looked like she was on the verge of giving this snarky bastard another round of beating... or rather, another round of training. Fortunately, someone interfered, saving him from another round of pain.

Amena walked up to them. Dressed in her usual maid outfit, her brown hair in a bun with a few loose strands adding to her charm, she wore a taciturn expression as if unfazed by everything.

"Please refrain from damaging him further, as my mistress commanded. Starting now, I will be teaching him how to control his mana and fear," Amena said with a curt bow.

Alicarde was relieved he had been saved. Realizing Amena would stop Argint from pummeling him, he became bolder.

"I'll let you go this time, woman. If I weren't such a gentleman, I might have accidentally hurt you during our little spar... you are lucky I am a true feminist," Alicarde said, getting bolder by the minute.

Argint looked like she was about to pop a blood vessel.

"This bastard is just a fox borrowing the might of a tiger. Did he conveniently forget that I would still train him tomorrow?" Argint muttered through gritted teeth.

Amena gave him a hand and helped him stand up. His shamelessness was fun to watch as he proceeded to pick on Argint some more, all while hiding behind her.

"I am a man, so I won't hurt you, Little Red. Run along now, I am merciful, shoo shoo," he held onto Amena's maid outfit just in case Argint moved to grab him. He would wrap his hand around Amena and beg her to save him.

"How very manly of you," Amena's stoic expression remained unchanged.

"What? I'll have you know it takes a real man to hide behind a woman," Alicarde said shamelessly as he puffed his chest with pride.

Alicarde didn't want to fight Argint. She was a real tyrant. Her technique was all about speed, agility, and power, eviscerating her enemy with her lethal claws. Fighting her was closer to fighting a beast than a human. She effortlessly blurred the line between having four legs and having two.

Her technique mixed in a series of rapid strikes with a blend of acrobatics, which made hitting her almost impossible with how rapidly she was moving. She only stopped to show him pointers and allow him to replicate her moves. It wasn't long before he was in pain.

These days, he was growing increasingly used to physical pain. A flesh wound didn't really matter that much, he would feel pain and soon after, he would heal. No biggie.

His lessons with Argint were on hand-to-hand combat. With Amena, it was power control, mana usage, and fear aura, and with Carrisa, it was brutal swordplay.

All in all, the girls took turns with him, although not in the way he would have wanted. These days, he got less and less hungry after regenerating. Amena had taught him that it was because his overall magic power had increased.

After a few hours, the training regimen eventually ended, and they finally set the table for dinner. He was famished, the spread was amazing. Amena outdid herself as always.

Afterward, they hung out on the fourth-floor balcony as usual, talking about the most mundane or supernatural things. Alicarde couldn't help but start to enjoy his new life. He hadn't spoken to his human family in a while, and he wanted to keep it that way. The less involved they were with him, the better.

It was late, so he decided to hit the sack, only to end up watching TV late into the night. Somewhere along the line, Carrisa came back to the suite, went into her room, and changed out of her clothes before sitting right next to him on the sofa.

Alicarde was determined not to look at her. He did not want to get any ideas so late at night, so he mindfully focused on the TV. The night got later, and he decided to go to sleep. He pushed the button on the remote and turned off the TV.

He turned around to Carrisa, who had leaned on him earlier, only to find that she had fallen asleep and she was wearing a risqué black nightgown. The gown was silky and form-fitting, with delicate lace trimming along the edges, emphasizing her curves and hinting at her smooth, pale skin beneath. Thin straps hung loosely over her shoulders, and the fabric draped elegantly over her, leaving little to the imagination.

He gently nudged her, but she only stirred a little. She looked so serene while she slept, almost like a princess.

'Right, she is a princess,' Alicarde thought as he watched her sleep.

Not knowing what to do, he decided to just carry her to her room.

"Excuse me," he whispered, then wrapped his arms around her slender body. Lifting her up effortlessly, he carried her like a princess. Her body felt soft, but he tried not to let his mind wander. He reached the doors, and they gently opened as if they did not wish to wake the master of the mansion.

The hallway was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the ornate floor, and the cool air carried a faint scent of lavender from the gardens below.

He walked into the room, which was now dark, but he paid it no mind. He could see in the dark to some degree, far more than a human should. He soon reached the bed of the large room and gently placed her on it. The bed was large and covered with plush, white sheets, surrounded by heavy curtains that gave it a regal, almost throne-like appearance.

Carrisa must have been just as tired as he was. After all, he had no idea if she even got any rest. The whole Nexus Fragment incident seemed to be on her mind, so she must have spent the last two days securing it somewhere safe.

He turned and left the room. As he did, Carrisa gently opened her eyes and smiled.

"I suppose he wouldn't have left me there after all," she muttered softly.

Alicarde returned to his room. He picked up his phone. He thought about calling Anne or texting but realized it was kinda late, so he let it go. He lowered his head to look at his shadow and noticed the familiar gaze of Warth looking menacingly at him.

He surfed the internet a bit, checked out some trending topics, and lastly checked on that website. The topic this time was about some missing people in Evergreen City. Seeing it had nothing to do with him, he put down his phone. He had classes tomorrow, so some sleep would be nice.

The morning came, and he trained with Argint and Carrisa, practiced with Amena, had breakfast, a bath, and stopped in his walk-in closet filled with brand-name clothes, all for him, procured by Amena before he even started living here.

He discovered that he only had a handful of his original clothes left, most had turned into rags thanks to his battles and training.

He got dressed in one of the brand-name clothes, went to the garage, and saw the familiar vehicle he had driven last time, the damages were extensive.

Amena had somehow fixed it. It looked as good as new, or perhaps it was another car altogether. He decided to take a different car this time, opting for pure luxury. He drove off to his university.

When he arrived at his lecture venue, he sensed a familiar aura—faint, as you would expect from a mundane human. Smiling, he turned around, only to find Anne giving him a piercing glare.

"Looks like you might actually fail your classes, Ali," Anne said, adjusting her glasses with a stern look.