Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Isadora chuckled and said, "What? We can't even watch them play. And don't worry, those young men are no match for you, Headmaster Ashfield."

Ashfield smirked and replied, "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that. They may surprise you."

Isadora raised an eyebrow and teasingly responded, "Well, if they do surprise me, I'll be sure to give credit where it's due."

After the exhilarating soccer match concluded, the night was alive with festivities in the Dracanores dorm. The air crackled with excitement as crackers burst in the sky, and students danced with joy, their cheers echoing through the halls.

Jaegar's name had become a household topic in the academy, and his heroic performance had earned him widespread recognition. His teammates lifted him up on their shoulders, chanting his name in celebration.

In a secluded room within the academy, Professor Heath and a select few others were engaged in a private discussion.

Among them were Veronica, the student council president, and Lorcan. The atmosphere in the room was serious and contemplative.

Veronica broke the silence, "Ambrose? Does that name ring a bell?"

Her gaze fixed on Lorcan as she mentioned the name "Ambrose."

Heath, who was standing near the window, watched as the sky lit up with crackers. He turned his attention back to the conversation and replied, "Ambrose... The Choas witch Augusta Ambrose."

The mention of Ambrose's name seemed to send a shiver down Heath's spine, hinting at the danger associated with it. As the fireworks illuminated the night sky, Heath's mind wandered to a memory from long ago.

He recalled a time when he had heard the name "Ambrose" whispered in hushed tones, surrounded by secrecy and fear. Intrigued, he turned his attention back to Veronica and Lorcan, eager to uncover the significance of this mysterious name.

The mention of that name brought back memories of the legendary chaos witch, Augusta Ambrose, who was renowned as the most powerful witch in the world during her time.

Her fame extended beyond the boundaries of the academy, and her feats were still spoken of in hushed whispers.

"We may very well be wrong about that. We don't know his origins. His admission was done through normal procedures. There was nothing suspicious there, and he came from human lands." he added.

Veronica then added, "I asked my men to look into it further."

Lorcan remained silent the entire time. He didn't really know what had happened, but Augusta had a connection to the imperial family, and she had been declared dead for many years now.

Veronica assured them that she had instructed her team to delve deeper into Jaegar's background to ascertain any potential link to Augusta Ambrose. The mystery surrounding his origins intrigued her, and she was determined to uncover the truth.

Lorcan, with a serious expression, spoke up, dismissing the significance of Jaegar's lineage.

The legend of Augusta Ambrose, the chaos witch who was said to possess unparalleled powers. Rumors had circulated that she had been offered a place among the Sentinels Circle, a group of powerful legends known as the Silent Moonites. The mention of her name invoked both awe and fear, for her power had transcended the ordinary.

Elaine and Miriam came to congratulate Jaegar.

He was sitting with Parker and Pierre when the two came to meet him.

"Hey ladies, what can I do for you?" Paker asked them, offering them drinks.

Elaine ignored him, directly striding towards Jaegar, kissing him on the cheek, and whispering in his ear, "We are waiting for another intense session."

Miriam smirked at Parker's attempt to charm them, knowing that Elaine was completely focused on Jaegar.

Smiling at him, they both left the place.

Parker and Pierre glared at him and said, "Dude, you should leave some for us too."

"It's not my fault if they approach me." Jaegar shrugged, unbothered by their comment. "Well, you snooze, you lose," he replied with a smirk. "Besides, there are plenty of other fish in the sea."

"Wait, let me ask you a question." Parker squinted his eyes, looked at Jaegar, and asked, "Isn't your room between the two professors?"

"Yes, if it is." Jaegar could guess the oncoming question.

"Did you do them too?"

Jaegar spurted out of his drink.

"What!" Pierre and Parker stared at him in disbelief and asked, "Did you?"

"What nonsense are you talking?" Then he got up and walked away from them.

Pierre and Parker looked at each other, suspecting Jaegar.

Jaegar had spent a few exhilarating hours at the party, celebrating the victory with his teammates and fellow students.

However, as the night wore on, he felt a tinge of loneliness creeping in. Leaving the festive atmosphere behind, he decided to retreat to his room.

Seeking a moment of solace, he climbed up to the rooftop, where a small balcony overlooked the starry night sky.

Sitting on the edge, he gazed contemplatively at the twinkling stars, pondering the inexplicable feeling that had engulfed him.

Despite the accolades and admiration he received after the match, a sense of emptiness lingered within Jaegar. Surrounded by cheering crowds and adoring fans, he couldn't help but recall his past life, one marked by solitude and a lack of companionship.

With a sigh, he reminded himself, 'Jaegar, just be thankful that you were given the chance at life again and live as you like it, man.'

In the midst of his thoughts, a familiar voice broke the silence behind him, startling Jaegar from his reverie.

Turning around, he saw Professor Jeanine making her way onto the balcony. "Are you talking to yourself now?" she teased with a playful smirk. Jaegar smiled faintly, appreciating her lighthearted approach.

"Professor Jeanine, what are you doing here?" He inquired, slightly puzzled by her presence.

Jeanine chuckled, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Did you forget this is the professors' building?" she quipped, adding a playful wink.