Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Tension hung in the air as minutes passed, and he returned with a solemn expression. He revealed that he had found the three students, and they were put under a freeze spell, effectively immobilizing them.

Arthur's expression remained inscrutable as he listened to the developments. He assured Jaegar that the individuals who had orchestrated the attempt on his life would be brought to justice.

With a nod, he expressed his intention to investigate further, his voice reflecting the gravity of the situation.

As Arthur departed, Ashfield approached Jaegar, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The gesture spoke volumes, conveying a sense of trust. Ashfield's words were laced with approval, acknowledging Jaegar's actions in defending himself.

"You did what you had to do," Ashfield said with a nod. "Protecting yourself is paramount, especially in a situation like that."

"Yeah,"

Jaegar only defended himself, and the students who walked onto the island were lying here, in accordance with what he said.

Nevertheless, Arthur decided to investigate the matter further, and that thing with the crystal, they didn't know that it could be manipulated.

Coming out of the hall, he was greeted by a face full of smiles and cheers.

Pierre and Jennifer, Isadora, the whole team, and Parkar were there.

Jaegar and Isadora's exchanged glances held a world of unspoken understanding, but the immediate demands of the carnival and the ongoing celebrations prevented them from delving deeper into their connection.

The bustling atmosphere left Isadora with little time for personal matters, and Jaegar respected that, knowing the importance of her role in the event.

After the events had concluded, the group reconvened at a local bar, continuing their festivities in a more relaxed setting.

Laughter echoed through the establishment as they celebrated Jaegar's unexpected victory and his safe return from the isles.

As the night wore on and the party reached its peak, Pierre, who had indulged in his fair share of drinks, insisted on taking Jaegar to his home for the night.

Jaegar, who had chosen not to drink much, was content with returning to his hotel, but Pierre's persistence was unwavering.

They were out on the streets, and with Pierre being intoxicated, he leaned on Jaegar.

His voice wasn't clear. "What happened to my home?"

"Why are you not coming with me?"

"I will just stay with the boys."

"NO! You are coming with me, and that's final."

With little choice in the matter, Jaegar found himself accompanying Pierre to his home.

Standing before Pierre's front door, Jaegar was ready to insist on heading back to his hotel when the door swung open.

Fiona, Pierre's mother, greeted them, her surprise evident as she stuttered Jaegar's name. "Jae… What…?" ƜᏙᏞƎ*ϺƤҮЯ

Pierre, ever the jovial host, popped up from the side, his arm draped over Jaegar's shoulders as he waved at Fiona with a grin.

They were ushered inside, where Pierre's intoxicated state necessitated assistance from both Jaegar and Jennifer.

As they guided Pierre to the bedroom, Jaegar found himself briefly separated from the group. Jennifer assured Jaegar that she could manage Pierre, and he stepped out into the hallway, catching sight of Fiona standing there.

Fiona's presence was a mix of surprise and familiarity, and Jaegar found himself momentarily speechless.

The tumultuous events and the emotions they had shared in the past seemed to hang in the air between them.

Fiona's voice broke the silence, her hesitant words carrying a blend of emotions: "Jaegar..."

The silence was palpable, the weight of their history and the unresolved feelings they harbored hanging heavy in the air.

The room seemed to close in around them, leaving them suspended in a moment of shared memories and unspoken words.

In that silence, Jaegar's gaze met Fiona's, and he found himself reflecting on how much he wanted her.

As the minutes stretched on, Jaegar's lips parted, but the words he wanted to say remained unspoken.

He wanted to ask her how she had been, what she had been up to, and if she had found the answers she had sought.

Jaegar found himself sitting on a couch with Fiona by his side. Her voice broke the silence, her words laden with a mix of uncertainty and longing: "The event's over?"

He nodded, his gaze fixed on some distant point before them.

The question that followed was unexpected, and its directness caught her off guard, "Was I your mistake?"

She turned to face him, her expression a complex blend of emotions. The memories of the night together, the choices she made—it all came rushing back to her.

Jaegar's admission continued, his voice tinged with a hint of regret: "I shouldn't have come." His words echoed the unspoken thoughts that had lingered between them.

Jaegar stood up, a mixture of conflicting emotions coursing through him.

But before he could make his departure, Fiona's touch stopped him in his tracks. Her hand, warm against his, reached out and caught his attention, holding him in place.

She spoke again, her voice trembling slightly with vulnerability, "No... I don't know what to do. You're my son's friend. But I can't stop thinking about the night we spent together."

His gaze met hers, and in that moment, their eyes held the weight of their shared memory.

Jaegar's heart ached, torn between his own desires and the guilt that once bound them.

And then, as if driven by an unseen force, he turned to her and spoke, his voice carrying a depth of emotion that had remained buried, "I never stopped thinking about you."

The words hung in the air, a declaration that cut through the layers of hesitation and uncertainty.

Fiona's eyes met his, a mixture of surprise and something deeper reflecting in their depths.

"I thought it was a mistake. You were drunk, and I had a drink or two. It happened. I was fully aware of what we were doing and of who we are." She sighed heavily, and her expression turned gloomy.