Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

He looked at all of them and stopped his gaze on the woman he saw in the streets. She was looking composed and expressionless as she stood at the back with the men in front of her.

Ranalf was ahead of all of them, and he walked to Tompkin and said, "Like the kid said, you didn't run fast." He put his arm around the shoulder of Tompkin.

"Now, now fellas," Jaegar spoke loudly and rang out. Then he continued, "If you return the tome, I will be on my way."

Ranalf and others looked at him with a serious look for a second and then burst into laughter. "Seriously, kid, do you know what you are talking about?"

Jaegar nodded. "Yes."

"You think we would hand over that book if you just asked? Do we look like fools?"

Again, Jaegar nodded. "Certainly you are."

Tompkin burst out, "Shut up, you little runt. Do you know how many days we have been spying on the spire and now that we got what we wanted and you wanted to take it away?" he turned to Ranalf and said, "Ranalf, why are you talking with him? Just kill him, and we can be on our way."

Ranalf also thought the same, as did the remaining members. But the only person who remained silent throughout was Mara. She was silently watching the scene unfolding in front of her.

Seeing Jaegar and his fearless face made her smile.

As Ranalf walked towards Jaegar, Jaegar's hands flickered with lightning suddenly, and he raised his hand. Abruptly, the sky had changed colour and was filled with thick, dark clouds.

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It all happened so fast that it made them look up at the sky, and they couldn't believe what they were seeing. the forest was even darker, shading the moon.

Jaegar, with his raised hand, chanted an incantation.

'silasi nethactus'

But it was rather too short, and then he brought down heavy lightning that smashed the ground between them.

Everyone present in the vicinity was caught in the wave and pushed back by the strong force.

He could perform magic without chanting only for known spells, and for the new spells, he needed to say it at least once. He was experimenting with magic as he knew its language and tried it on his elemental power, and it was rather effective to see the big crater in front of him.

Jaegar had already taken the tome from his hands and was now holding it.

"Did I overdo it?" said Jaegar, seeing the men lying around the crater. As he was thinking, the man got up, groaning, trying to shake off the shock.

Tompkin, who got up and didn't see the tome and looked at Jaegar and was shocked to find it in his hands, barked, "When the fuck did you take that?"

"You see, if you had simply returned the book when I asked politely, it wouldn't have come to this," Jaegar remarked, gesturing towards the crater. A faint, rueful smile played on his lips.

Ranalf was about to charge at him when Mara's voice rang out from behind. "wait."

All the men turned to see Mara as she advanced towards the boy. She drew her sword, a distinctive weapon that caught the moonlight. The blade was long and had a width of three inches, with a single, razor-sharp edge. It resembled a katana in some ways but had a unique shape.

The hilt was wrapped with a red thread, and the blade extended to a length of about 1.5 meters, making it a formidable long sword. At the tip of the handle, an intricate symbol of an animal head was etched, marking it as a weapon of significance.

As she came out, Ranalf said, "Noonim, I will deal with the kid, you don't need to involve yourself with this kid."

Mara then turned her gaze at him, her eyes focusing on him as she said, "Oh, now should I obey your order?"

Ranalf felt a chill down his spine upon hearing her words, and he trembled backwards, stammering, "I-I wouldn't dare, Noonim."

Mara then redirected her gaze towards Jaegar, and a wide grin crept across her face as she remarked, "You are a special one."

Jaegar furrowed his brows, unable to discern the woman's true intentions. He knew that her smile held something far more complex than pleasantries.

"The magic you used earlier wasn't really magic, but you used an incantation, so it was magic." Mara's words hung in the air, leaving Jaegar feeling both intrigued and unsettled.

He couldn't really see how powerful she was, as he couldn't gauge her. It was like she was just a normal human. But then again, he could sense a faint aura from her, and it was really heavy and imposing.

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the forest area.

Jaegar stood, his boots sinking into the soft soil, feeling a chill run down his spine as he saw Mara approaching.

Mara stood there with a calm and almost amused expression. Her long, black hair flowed like a river down her back, and her eyes gleamed with fierce determination. She wore the traditional robe, and her long blade was securely fastened at her side.

Jaegar clenched his fists and summoned the power of the Chaos Arts of Purple Mist. The air around him shimmered with ethereal energy as he conjured a sword made of pure mist, a jagged sword of chaotic energy, the blade shifting and changing shape with each passing moment. He could feel the magical energy surging within him, the power of lightning crackling in his veins.

Seeing his blade out of the purple mist, Mara smiled widely, amused. "Are you ready, boy?" Her voice was soft but deadly.

She drew her sword under the lightning.

The battle began without warning, the clash of blades resonating through the night. Mara moved with incredible speed, her long blade slicing through the air as she launched a swift and relentless assault.

Jaegar's mist sword met her blows with equal ferocity, but he could feel the strain in his muscles as he struggled to keep up with her. She was no ordinary opponent.

As their swords clashed, sparks of electricity danced in the night. Jaegar's lightning powers surged through his blade, attempting to find a weakness in Mara's defences. She parried his attacks effortlessly, her movements graceful and precise. She was like a dancer of death, and he was struggling to keep up.

Mara's laughter echoed through the forest, a haunting melody that sent chills down Jaegar's spine.

She spun, her long blade a deadly blur as she struck at him from multiple angles. He defended with all his might, but it wasn't enough. Her blade found its mark, leaving a deep gash on his arm. Blood seeped from the wound, staining his shirt.

The pain fueled Jaegar's determination. He couldn't afford to lose. He summoned the power of the Chaos Arts once more, and his mist sword transformed into a monstrous serpent, its fangs dripping with venom. He lunged at Mara, but she gracefully sidestepped his attack.

With a swift kick, she sent him sprawling to the ground. His vision blurred for a moment, but he refused to give in. He staggered to his feet, his breathing heavy. Mara approached him, her long blade poised to deliver the blow.

Jaegar couldn't let that happen. He gathered the last of his strength, and from his fingers, the purple poured out into a desperate attack. A spear of small size came from his hand, striking Mara directly in the chest. She staggered back, her grip on her long blade faltering.

It didn't do much damage, as if it had struck her, it just faded. Mara, tilting her head, narrowed her eyes on Jaegar.

Jaegar's heart raced as he watched Mara stumble, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and anger.

His shot had found its mark, but he couldn't afford to waste any time. He rushed forward, his mist sword coiling like a serpent, ready to strike.

Mara, however, was not one to be underestimated. With a fierce determination, she regained her composure and blocked Jaegar's assault. Their blades clashed with a deafening roar, the impact sending shock waves through the forest, shaking even the large trees.

Jaegar wasn't much of a swordsman, he had only practised with his conjured sword, and he wasn't an expert like Mara. He wanted to try out his magic, but he felt like it wouldn't have much effect on her. She wasn't even fazed by his lightning, and the fire spells patted her. Everything seemed like nothing in front of her.

Her movements, sword strokes, sword-wielding, and swinging, everything was smooth like water, her sword could through anything.

She lunged forward, her movements a blur. Her sword aura extended from her blade, a deadly arc of energy. Jaegar barely had time to react, parrying her strike with his chaotic sword. The clash sent shock waves through the battlefield, and the ground trembled beneath them.