Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

This was a significant responsibility, and it meant she had to take full charge of the bureau's operations. Meanwhile, Brighton, Laason, and Antony faced prosecution and were stripped of their positions. They were held accountable for the incident involving Jaegar and for failing to keep it under wraps.

When Jaegar left that fateful day, the king was filled with fury and bombarded them with questions, demanding answers for what had transpired. The three of them stood frozen under the king's intense scrutiny. Eventually, they had to listen to Earl's counsel, and it was then that the idea of restructuring the bureau was proposed.

Francesca, though still deeply dazed by the entire incident, knew she had to act upon the king's orders.

She began her work by ensuring that the novoyants stayed off the streets for a while. Even though the king had emphasized that novoyants should not be treated discriminately, she understood the complexity of the situation.

The citizens were not likely to accept them readily, so she arranged for them to stay away from the city in a more secluded area.

Now, in her office within an abandoned building, Francesca sat deep in thought about Jaegar. She pondered the events that had unfolded in the city and the immense power that Jaegar had displayed.

In the midst of all this, Mia, Vondell, and Sander had been informed about what had happened in the city. However, they had not been instructed to come, and so they remained where they were. Even if they had gone to the city, they knew that Jaegar's incredible power would have made little difference.

Francesca was indeed horrified by the events that had transpired. She thought and assessed him completely wrong, and the way he composed himself made her shudder. The look in his eyes, through all the chaos, was one thing she could never forget. They were blazing with a cirmson glow, fiercely.

In the days that followed, she found herself consumed by the aftermath of that fateful encounter. She felt a profound sense of regret for believing in the manipulative old man, Brighton, and following his orders blindly.

Brighton had brought her in, saying it was a special programme, and after learning what she was to do, she accepted the role quickly and got on with it. She thought she was doing her duty, protecting the people from them, but after she saw what was actually happening, She also saw the children and their innocent faces. She didn't know they went after children too.

Jaegar's overwhelming strength had brought her to her senses. Her cold persona was broken, and now she showed care towards the novoyants, treating them differently.

Despite the overwhelming guilt and remorse that weighed on her, Francesca was determined to make amends. She dedicated herself to helping the helpless children who had been caught up in the bureau's operations. It was her way of trying to right the wrongs she had unknowingly contributed to and ensure a better future for those novoyants who had suffered.

*

Jaegar was now in the car, driving his aunt to work. Jaegar already knew how to drive, but he asked her to let her teach, giving her the joy of teaching. She was delighted and taught him, and she was amazed at how fast he picked up. He felt slightly awkward deceiving her, but he knew he couldn't say anything about his past life.

He wanted to tell her at some point, but he thought he would tell her eventually.

Jaegar's mind churned with profound contemplation as he navigated the bustling streets of the city.

He was grappling with a newfound sense of responsibility and the realization of how recklessly he had been living his life until now. The dangers that had encroached upon his peaceful existence, especially when his beloved aunt had been drawn into the perilous web, had spurred a transformation within him.

His strong, calloused hand gripped the steering wheel firmly, while the other rested casually on the car door, fingers tapping rhythmically on the frame. His palm supported his head, as if the weight of his thoughts bore down upon him. The world outside seemed to blur as he delved into the maze of his contemplations.

Amid this introspective silence, Diana, his aunt, who sat beside him, observed his distant expression.

With concern etched in her eyes, she couldn't help but interrupt the solitude with a gentle inquiry. Her soothing voice cut through his reverie, and he returned from the depths of his thoughts.

"Sweetie, what are you thinking so deeply?" She inquired, her voice laced with maternal warmth.

Jaegar blinked, slowly resurfacing to the present moment. He turned to her, his expression serious yet determined. "Nothing, Mom," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of gravity. "I'll be here when you get back, and I wanted to talk to you about something in the evening."

Diana regarded her nephew with a mixture of curiosity and concern. She nodded softly, understanding that he had something important on his mind. "Okay, sweetie," she said reassuringly. "Be sure to get yourself lunch in the city, and then come pick me up."

Bringing the car to a halt by the sidewalk as they reached her workplace, Diana leaned in to plant a loving kiss on Jaegar's cheek. "Bye, sweetie," she said tenderly, her affectionate words lingering in the air as she stepped out of the vehicle and disappeared into her office building.

Jaegar let out a sigh, watching his aunt's retreating figure. "I desperately need a cigarette and some coffee," he murmured to himself, his voice tinged with a hint of longing.

He was acutely aware that Diana was unaware of his smoking habit; if she ever found out, she would surely scold him. However, the weight of recent events and the depth of his contemplation called for a brief respite, a momentary indulgence in the familiar ritual of a cigarette.

The memories of his last encounter with Isadora still lingered, and in this moment of introspection, the craving for a smoke became irresistible.

Jaegar carefully parked his lavish Twenty-Grand car in the cafe's designated space, a vehicle that had garnered quite the reputation in the city. It was a luxurious ride, rumoured to be one of the few in existence, available only through custom orders due to its exclusivity.

Jaegar, an avid car enthusiast, had been insistent that his aunt deserved such a vehicle. With his financial means, acquiring one was not a challenge. Even though Diana insisted that she didn't need such a luxurious car, Jaegar's stubbornness got through to her, and she accepted it. She also added in, from her savings.

As he emerged from the car, all eyes naturally gravitated towards him. People couldn't help but gawk at the sight of the opulent automobile and the man who stepped out of it.

The car itself was an impressive sight, a luxurious model that turned heads wherever it went. However, what truly caught people's attention was the person at the wheel.

Jaegar added more to the spectacle. The sleek, black exterior gleamed under the sunlight, reflecting the envy of onlookers. Its powerful engine purred softly, a testament to its superior performance.

As Jaegar confidently walked away, he couldn't help but revel in the attention his new acquisition had garnered.

Their whispers and gasps of astonishment were hard to miss, yet Jaegar seemed entirely unfazed.

Dressed in a casual yet stylish manner, he wore loose trousers and an open-collar shirt, projecting an air of nonchalance.

He strolled confidently into the cafe, the welcoming atmosphere seemingly brightening in his presence.

The cafe's owner, familiar with Jaegar's frequent visits, couldn't help but smile warmly at the sight of him. With a nod, Jaegar signalled his usual order to the waiter, who promptly set about preparing his favourite coffee.

Jaegar found a table with a view of the bustling street, a spot that allowed him to observe the world passing by as he savoured his drink. He had brought his cigarettes on his way to the cafe.

His presence never failed to attract attention, particularly from the female patrons of the cafe. They couldn't resist stealing glances and sharing hushed conversations about him.

Amidst the bustling crowd, a captivating young woman in her early twenties exuded an air of understated elegance. Her figure was graceful, accentuated by the way her long, black hair flowed down to her waist in a cascade of dark silk. She had chosen an outfit that radiated an effortless allure, relying on subtlety rather than overt glamour.

She donned a pair of flared jeans that hugged her slender legs with a perfect fit, drawing attention to her lithe frame. The denim jeans cascaded down to her stylish footwear, adding a touch of sophistication to her ensemble. On top, she wore a sleeveless V-neck top, its simplicity offset by her confident demeanor. Her choice of attire was a testament to her innate sense of style.

The young woman moved through the crowd with an aura of self-assured grace. Her every step exuded confidence, as if she had a deep understanding of her own allure. A casual handbag hung effortlessly from her arm, completing the look of effortlessly chic. She had a magnetic presence that drew glances from those around her, even as she remained modest and unassuming in her appearance.

The gazes were drawn to her rare, which filled her jeans, showing the cake underneath the fabirc.

As Jaegar sat there, somewhat stunned by her presence, their eyes unexpectedly locked. The young woman's expression shifted from surprise to one of curiosity and recognition. She addressed him with a hint of incredulity in her voice.

"Jaegar Ambrose?" she uttered, her gaze directed squarely at him.