Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Deep inside the house, in an empty room, there was a door with a frame of intricate carvings standing at one end of the room. Then the door suddenly trembled with pale blue energy, and the door flung open. A gust of wind rushed through the doorway into the room, causing the nearby curtains to billow.

Holding the door knob on the other side of the door, a woman dressed regally stepped out and headed towards the exit.

She came out of the house and saw Jaegar and Angelina standing at the entrance, facing the front. She followed their gaze and saw Angus coming towards them. As Angus approached, the woman's eyes narrowed in recognition.

Standing at the back of the two, her presence commanded respect, and her age showed a bit of wisdom, adding a regal charm to her demeanor.

Angus then noticed her standing at the back, seemed taken aback by her arrival, and he exclaimed, "Mother!"

Jaegar and Angelina turned their attention to their back and found a woman standing in front of the front door.

Jaegar seemed surprised as he wondered where she came from or if she was already in the house.

Then he looked at the woman, her long, regal attire and dignified appearance matched the aura of a powerful and mature woman. With a booming and loud voice, she questioned Angus, "And what are you doing here, son?"

Angus responded with a smile, "I came to see my son."

"Aren't I allowed to do even that?"

However, his mother, Vivianne, squinted her eyes and issued a command, "You are summoned at the ministry, report immediately."

Angus felt a pang of unease at his mother's authoritative tone, but he knew better than to question her orders. He quickly nodded in understanding and replied, "Of course, Mother. I will go right away." As he turned to leave, he couldn't help but notice her gaze, which lingered on Jaegar.

Then Angus turned back, and he said a brief farewell, "Hello, son."

He walked back to the laigur and said to Jaegar, "We will meet again. Soon."

He then mounted his laigur and flew off into the distance.

Vivianne sighed, "That reckless son of mine," expressing frustration with her son.

Angelina spoke to her, "You old hag, what are you doing here then? Did you come here to meet your grandson too?" Vivianne shot Angelina a glare.

Vivianne scoffed and said, "Old hag? Then what are you, old bones?"

Angelina smirked and replied, "At least I have the wisdom to stay out of trouble, unlike your son."

Vivianne's frustration deepened as she muttered, "He definitely takes after his father."

Angelina cleared her throat and said, "Let's not embarrass ourselves in front of the boy."

"Yeah, sure. He wouldn't want to hear old women like us bickering anyway," Vivianne replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Angelina raised an eyebrow and retorted, "Well, it seems we can at least agree on something."

Angelina couldn't resist engaging in playful banter with her, as she said, "Although our bickering may amuse him, let's stop this for now."

Vivianne couldn't help but smirk and reply, "Fine, I'll save the bickering for when he's not around."

As Jaegar and Vivianne stood facing each other, the weight of their shared lineage hung in the air.

Vivianne's eyes softened with a mix of emotions as she approached her grandson. Her hands reached out to gently cup his face, a gesture filled with both affection and a hint of sadness.

"I can see her in you," Vivianne whispered, her voice carrying the weight of memories long past. "You have grown up, so much since the time I last saw you."

Jaegar's heart swelled with a bittersweet feeling. He had always wondered about his family, about the grandmother he had never met. Now, standing before her, he could sense the bond they shared.

With the knowledge of their connection, Jaegar now understood that the earlier figure, Angus, was indeed his father. He felt a pang of regret that their meeting had been so brief, that they hadn't had a chance to talk more about the incident back in the day.

However, he pushed those thoughts aside for the moment, knowing that there would be time for questions and conversations later.

A warm smile broke through Jaegar's face as he looked at his grandmother. "Grandmother?" he tentatively spoke, seeking confirmation.

Vivianne's face lit up with a mix of joy and nostalgia. She nodded her head, her voice trembling with emotion. "Yes," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. Embracing him, she pulled him into a heartfelt hug.

After the heartfelt reunion, Jaegar and Vivianne retreated to a quieter spot near the house, where they could talk more comfortably.

Vivianne's eyes held a mixture of pride and concern as she looked at her grandson. "I sensed your power from afar," she began, "and I knew it could only belong to you, I thought."

Jaegar didn't know that they could sense his power from that distance.

Noticing his confusion, Angeline explained, "Right after you came out of the portal, you were still oozing with that raw and raging power. It was like an untamed beast flowing out of your body. They were able to sense it. And as it was your mother's unique power, they felt it familiar and came here, I think."

Vivianne nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Indeed, and its presence has drawn the attention of powerful beings across different planes. It was really a highly powerful and quite potent art among the ancient magic."

Jaegar then said, "Is that why he came to meet me?"

Vivianne nodded again. "Yes, it may be so." She said this, averting his gaze.

"But be wary, my dear. While some may seek to aid you, others may covet your abilities for their own purposes."

Her words struck a chord with Jaegar, reminding him of the crimson figure and the mysterious realm he had encountered. "I've already faced a being who wanted to take over my body," he confessed. "It was powerful and relentless."

It was evident that most of the powerful people must have sensed it, and only those familiar with that power recognized it and came to meet him.

Vivianne's eyes softened with concern. "You must be careful, Jaegar. Your power is a double-edged sword. Embrace it, but never let it consume you. Only by mastering it can you hope to control the chaos within."