Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Jaegar's departure from the academy was shrouded in the silence of the night.

The dark corridors and stairwells stood empty, and he made his way out with no one to observe his exit.

For the next week, he had decided to spend time at the farmhouse of Angelina, training himself.

Once outside, he contemplated his mode of transportation. He knew he needed to reach Angelina's farmhouse, but it was already nighttime, so he opted to wait until dawn.

With a wave of his hand, Jaegar conjured a portal to the nearby town. He entered the magical gateway, disappeared from the academy grounds, and found a place to stay for the night.

The next morning, within the halls of Cledwarys Academy, Headmaster Ashfield inquired about Jaegar's whereabouts but was met with an empty room.

Pierre, having been privy to Jaegar's plans, informed Ashfield of his friend's intention to embark on a week-long journey.

Ashfield sighed in mild exasperation as he contemplated Jaegar's actions. He was becoming quite troublesome to deal with. He suspended so that he would stay here and reflect on himself instead, he went, and that too without anyone's permission.

Meanwhile, Jaegar hired a horse carriage in the town and provided the coachman with the farmhouse's location.

The journey ahead was a half-day trek from the town, and Jaegar settled into the carriage's cosy cushions. As the horse-drawn carriage set off on the winding road, Jaegar drifted off into a peaceful slumber, his mind filled with his own thoughts and the spell casting.

Lately, he has been practising the spells, trying different methods to use in the offence. And there was immemorial arts, the complex material he had come across.

Around midday, the horse-drawn carriage reached the town where Angelina lived. Her farm was nestled on the outskirts of the town, a place that Jaegar had visited many times before.

As the carriage arrived at its destination, Jaegar stepped out, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face. Stretching his limbs and yawning, he watched the carriage move away after giving the coachman his fare.

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With a sense of anticipation and familiarity, Jaegar walked towards the entrance of Angelina's farmhouse. The rustic charm of the place, the comforting scent of nature, and the memories of past visits filled him with a sense of peace and belonging.

He was eager to reunite with Angelina.

Jaegar rang the bell several times, but there was no response. With a sense of concern growing, he decided to try the door, which opened easily. Frowning, he stepped inside the farmhouse and called out for Angelina, but there was no answer.

He explored the familiar spaces of the house, from room to room, but found no trace of her.

Jaegar's search through Angelina's home had yielded no results. He returned to the hall, a sense of puzzlement washing over him, and slumped onto the couch.

Sitting in the hall, he wondered where she might have gone and hoped that her absence was not a cause for alarm.

As the exhaustion from his journey began to take hold, he slowly dozed off into a light slumber.

After a few minutes, Jaegar was roused from his sleep by the sound of voices.

Opening his eyes, he found himself face to face with a startling sight—a werewolf and a man had entered the house. This werewolf was different from the one he had confronted earlier.

The werewolf was wearing clothes and looked feminine, and the man beside the werewolf was tall and muscular.

Jaegar watched Bruna and thought, 'what? another one, where the hell are they coming from?'

They both stared at Jaegar for a moment and then both the man and the werewolf assumed defensive stances upon spotting Jaegar, clearly taken aback by his presence in the house.

Bruna, the werewolf, and Ironshade, the man with a long blade, stared at the young wizard before them.

Jaegar, wary but composed, narrowed his eyes and spoke, "Okay, whoever you are, let's take this outside. If Angelina returns and finds her house in disarray, she'll nag me to death."

Bruna and Ironshade exchanged glances, and Bruna inquired, "Do you know Lady Angelina?"

The question hung in the air, and Jaegar, with a calm and measured tone, replied, "Yes."

Bruna, her curiosity piqued, asked the question on her mind. "What's your name?"

Jaegar, maintaining his nonchalant demeanour, replied simply, "Jaegar."

Recognition suddenly dawned upon Ironshade and Bruna, and they were about to say something when, at that very moment, Eradarin and Angelina returned to the house. They discovered the two individuals standing at the entrance, locked in a silent exchange.

Eradarin, the first to address the situation, questioned, "What are you guys doing at the entrance?"

Angelina, following suit, spotted Jaegar and broke into a warm smile as she approached him. "Jaegar! When did you come, dear?"

Jaegar, still taking in the situation, replied, "Just a while ago," as he exchanged glances with the others.

Angelina, with her characteristic charm, introduced her guests. "These people are my acquaintances. Bruna and that man is Ironshade, and the old man is Eradarin."

She placed her hands on Jaegar's shoulders, introducing him in return. "This boy here is Jaegar." Like she was a proud mother introducing her child.

Eradarin, seizing upon a moment of recollection, inquired, "Wait, is he Augusta's son, as you mentioned?"

Angelina simply nodded in confirmation, and a sense of astonishment gripped the room as they all took their seats. Eradarin, in particular, maintained an unwavering gaze fixed upon Jaegar, as did the others.

Slightly puzzled by the attention, Jaegar quipped, "Is there something on my face?"

Eradarin, in a tone that held an air of gravity, posed a question of his own. "Kid, first, let me ask you something. Did you go to Sinner's domain and stay there to train?"

Jaegar, puzzled by the turn in the conversation, nodded his head in affirmation.

The bewildered expressions on the faces of Eradarin, Bruna, and Ironshade made it clear that Jaegar's answer had stirred their curiosity. They regarded him as if he were an enigmatic being, and the atmosphere in the room crackled with unspoken questions.

Eradarin, his gaze now fixed upon Jaegar, addressed Angelina, his voice filled with a sense of amazement and disbelief. "Heavens, Angelina, I could hardly believe it when you told me you had sent him to the Sinner's domain. I thought perhaps you were exaggerating, but to stay there for that duration..."

He turned to Jaegar and said, "Oh, dear boy, I must say, you are a rare breed—a disciple who can endure the trials of Angelina." With a deep sigh, he contemplated the significance of Jaegar's feat.

Jaegar, taken aback by the earnestness of Eradarin's words, expressed his confusion. "Is the Sinner's domain really such a big deal? It didn't strike me as overly dangerous, to be honest."

In response to Jaegar's innocence, Angelina couldn't help but laugh. "That's my boy," she said with a fond smile, "you shouldn't pay too much attention to the old man's words.

Eradarin, Bruna, and Ironshade exchanged incredulous glances as they listened to Angelina downplaying the significance of the Sinner's domain.

To them, it was inconceivable that anyone could treat such a perilous place with such casual disregard. As its name implied, the Sinner's domain was a realm of exile for the most ruthless and relentless individuals. Among all the realms, it was renowned as the most treacherous and deadly, with even the most formidable beings hesitating to tread within its confines, let alone undergo training there.

Angelina's assertion that Jaegar had not only ventured into this abyss but had trained there for over half a year left them dumbfounded.

Jaegar, however, was blissfully unaware of the amazement he had elicited, his gaze alternating between Angelina and her friends. "What's all the fuss about? It wasn't that big of a deal," he commented.

Angelina, noticing the bemusement and bewilderment of her companions, decided to bring their questioning to an end. "Alright, that's enough with the questions, my dear friends. You're frightening the poor boy."

Eradarin, catching her playful tone, shifted his gaze to Jaegar and offered an understanding smile. He knew well of Angelina's unorthodox teaching methods and the transformative power of her guidance.

Angelina, her initial concern quickly turning to a stern inquiry, admonished Jaegar, "Enough with the questions." She fixed her gaze on the young wizard and continued, "I told you to stay home and not return until I say so. Why did you come back?"

Jaegar, meeting her gaze evenly, explained, "School had begun, and your friend, my grandmother, sent me a letter, summoning me to the palace."

Angelina's brow furrowed as she absorbed the information as he continued, "The emperor wanted to see his grandchildren all together, and I wanted to see what they were all like, so I came."

As Angelina fell into a contemplative silence, Bruna, Eradarin, and Ironshade suddenly grasped the full extent of Jaegar's background and connection to the imperial family. Realization dawned on them, and they stared at the young man, stunned.

Bruna, with an apologetic tone, spoke for all of them, "You are an imperial prince!"

"We apologize for our rudeness earlier." Only she was apologetic, and Ironshade was silently watching him.