Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

As Evanore left, Jaegar's gaze remained unyielding, his eyes tracing the contours of her form. But his unrelenting stare did not escape her notice, and she addressed him in a voice frigid as the arctic winds, "My eyes are up here, young man."

Maintaining eye contact and smiling, Jaegar replied, "I was just appreciating the beauty in front of me." His grin held a hint of mischief.

Her features softened ever so slightly, and a faint, enigmatic smile graced her lips. She continued the conversation, her tone less severe, "So, you are Jaegar Ambrose, the son of Augusta."

At the mention of his mother's name, the atmosphere in the room grew even warmer. "Reverent Witch mentioned that you possess the same magical arts as her."

Jaegar acknowledged her words with a nod, his gaze steady. She moved closer to him, her eyes scrutinizing him as she spoke.

"You know," she began, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "Her Reverence has a particular fondness for you, and it has been diverting her attention from her duties."

He sensed a mixture of emotions in her words, a subtle disapproval of his presence alongside an unspoken acceptance of it. Jaegar couldn't help but comment, "Perhaps you should discuss that with Angelina directly."

With an irritable look, she said, "And I can't do that."

"Even if our whole council was in place, we wouldn't be able to question her," she confessed.

Jaegar understood that Angelina was like some goddess to them, and they all worshipped her. The fact that she treated him with the utmost care made him feel grateful for her, and for her sake, he decided to call her in a formal way for the time being, not to disappoint Angelina. He didn't want anyone to point at her because of him.

"Normally, we wouldn't allow any male into the spire, but considering you are the apprentice of her reverence and were also the son of Augusta, you can go to the library now and be careful not to step outside unless we allow it."

In that last part, she said it by looking him in the eye, as if it were a warning to him.

Yasmise Masahi's words rang in Jaegar's ears, a reminder of the special circumstances that had allowed him entry into the witch spire. Her warning held an undertone of caution, as though she wanted to ensure he understood the gravity of his situation. It was a subtle reminder that he was treading on unfamiliar territory.

Not like Jaegar took her words seriously, he shrugged them off.

As he stepped out of Yasmise's presence, he found Evanore waiting, accompanied by another woman dressed similarly to her. Their attire, a pledge to the order and tradition of the witch spire.

Evanore, her curiosity piqued, inquired about the details of his conversation with Yasmise.

Jaegar, however, merely shrugged his shoulders, leaving her with an air of mystery.

'What a drag.' He thought about all of these meetings.

He couldn't help but feel that the situation had become more complicated than he initially anticipated, a far cry from the peaceful resolution he had hoped for.

As Evanore led him towards the library, a heavy silence enveloped them, with Jaegar taking in the spire's aura of ancient knowledge and mystique. The library itself was vast, its wooden cabins soaring towards the heavens, brimming with the collective wisdom of generations.

It was a realm where the pursuit of knowledge knew no bounds, and the sight of it sent a shiver of reverence down Jaegar's spine.

Evanore directed him into a secluded room within the library and instructed him to wait.

The tome of Runarlore, a treasure that held untold secrets, was secured within a high-security room, and Evanore needed to navigate the guard's scrutiny to retrieve it.

Jaegar found himself alone in the room, his eyes naturally drawn to the window, which offered a view of the city beyond the library's confines. The library was on the top floors, so the view covered the front side of the city.

The library itself was a mesmerizing labyrinth of wisdom, where countless shelves groaned under the weight of ancient tomes and grimoires. Each book held untold power, a glimpse into the arcane arts, and they lay waiting for the curious to unearth their hidden secrets.

As Jaegar sat amidst this hallowed sea of knowledge, he couldn't help but be overcome with reverence. The very air seemed to pulse with the collective wisdom of generations, and the grandeur of the library cast a spell of awe and inspiration.

BOOM!!!

His tranquil reverie was abruptly shattered by an explosion that reverberated through the very foundations of the spire.

The once-calm sanctuary was now in chaos. Smoke billowed, and books and debris were hurled into the air as the acrid scent of scorched paper filled the room.

Jaegar sprang to his feet, fear and determination melding into a relentless surge within him.

Before his very eyes, the library was transformed into an inferno. The books and manuscripts he had so eagerly anticipated were now fuel for the raging flames.

But in the midst of the chaos, he spotted a fleeting figure hurtling towards the shattered window, clutching a book, Jaegar focused his gaze to the man's hands and realized it was the tome of Runarlore as their prize.

With an instinctual determination, Jaegar lunged after the escaping intruder, his resolve unwavering, he wanted that right now, someone else was stealing right under his nose.

Right after he left, guards and a lot of others came to the library, and among them was also Yasmine. Evanore was hurt and was lying on the ground. They quickly started chanting spells and cooled down the fire, which engulfed the library.

Then one of the women who was present in the library reported what happened and told her that Jaegar had gone after the culprit.

"Quickly, go after them," she ordered.

The chase that ensued was a frenetic whirlwind through the winding corridors and labyrinthine passages of the witch spire. Jaegar's magical prowess was pushed to its limits as he relentlessly pursued the elusive thief.

Even amid the adrenaline-fueled pursuit, he couldn't shake the memory of the man he had glimpsed in the streets earlier—a confrontation with a mysterious woman had etched that face into his memory. Now, it was the same man who held the precious tome he so desperately sought.

The chase that ensued was a frenetic whirlwind through the winding streets of the city.

Jaegar couldn't fly because of the streets, and the thief was very agile and moved through the groups of people and sneaked into houses.

The thief seemed to have a head start and was quick, darting through alleyways and side streets with agility and cunning.

But Jaegar was relentless and never left his tail, just a few behind the thief.

As they left the city behind, the chase led them into the rugged, unforgiving, rocky valley on the outskirts.

The harsh terrain provided little respite, forcing both Jaegar and the thief to navigate treacherous slopes and narrow paths. Despite the challenging environment, Jaegar's determination only grew stronger, fueled by the adrenaline of the chase.

The valley had opened a way into a deep forest, and the thief ran towards the forest and stopped after reaching a certain distance.

He bent down, taking support with one hand on his knee, breathing heavily, sweat dripped heavily from his forehead.

Then a voice came from the nowhere, "Wow, Tom, you ran really fast, but what's the use? Your tail's been caught by some kid."

The man who was heavily panting said, "Shut the fuck up- Ranalf."

Jaegar had reached the spot where that thief had stopped and looked at him and the other man.

Tompkin turned to Jaegar, glaring at him, "How the fuck did you run so fast as me?"

Jaegar, too, breathed heavily and said, "You weren't that fast."

"Fuck you, who are you?" Tompkin shouted, still holding the tome.

Out of hiding, Mara, a formidable woman with black hair and an aura of unwavering authority, emerged as the ringleader of the ambush. She was joined by several other individuals, each armed and exuding a palpable air of danger.

In an instant, the circle closed around Jaegar, leaving him with no avenue of escape.

Even with all of them surrounding him, he wasn't fazed, trying to steady his breath. At some point, even if he had the possibility of flying, he forgot and just ran after him.