Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Jaegar's voice dripped with sarcasm as he responded to Wallace's defence of Prince Lorcan. "So, what you're saying is that I'm fabricating all of this, and your highness of a prince is completely innocent," Jaegar stated matter-of-factly.

An uneasy silence hung in the room as Wallace and Lorcan remained tight-lipped, seemingly unable to provide a convincing response.

Jaegar, however, didn't seem content with their silence. With a sudden, almost unnatural swiftness, he materialised before Lorcan, leaving everyone in the room stunned.

In the blink of an eye, Jaegar had Lorcan by the throat, effortlessly lifting him off the ground. Lorcan, who stood at 5'8'', found himself gasping for breath, his legs kicking desperately in the air, his hands clasped on Jaegar's hands around his neck.

Wallace, poised to intervene, was halted by Jaegar's words. "Old man," Jaegar warned, his grip unyielding, "if you so much as raise a finger, I'll snap his neck." Wallace froze in his tracks, unable to defy the ominous threat.

Jaegar locked eyes with the struggling Lorcan and continued, "It's clear to me now." His words hung in the air.

"You can wait and whimper until I come for you." With a sudden release, Lorcan fell to the ground, gasping for air. Jaegar, his point made, dismissed them. "You can go now. But don't think you can live peacefully from now on.

I will make you regret ever messing with me."

Lorcan shot a venomous glare at Jaegar, his pride wounded. He had underestimated Jaegar and his abilities.

As Wallace led Lorcan out of the room, Jaegar couldn't resist a parting shot, saying, "Say hi to your friend Ethan for me."

Lorcan's eyes widened at the mention of Ethan's name, his mind racing to understand how Jaegar had knowledge of Ethan's presence in the town.

After Lorcan was led out of the room by the butler, Jaegar turned his attention to the silent spectator who had been observing the entire confrontation. He approached Jeanine, his expression unreadable.

"Now, what to do with you?" Jaegar mused aloud, considering his options.

As Jaegar raised his hand, a warning in his voice, Jeanine looked surprised for a moment. Then, her face broke into a wide smile, and she responded, "Jaegar, I am ready to give my all to you. I will serve your expectations."

"You and I perfectly know what you are saying right now, you don't mean any word you say. All you want is attention and a big stick to satisfy you."

"And I don't care who you are with, and I am not touching you again. It was all fun; you had fun, and I got little action, so let's just bury it like that. As you don't love or like me, it should be no problem."

Jeanine could only silently stare at him, and what he said was all truth. She liked his big, virile manhood, and that was the only thing she desired from Jaegar.

But Jaegar's intention was not to accept her offer. He made his point clear, "But that's not the point here. If I ever see you flaunting your spooning with others in front of me again, then..." He trailed off, and a mystical purple mist began to flow from his hands. The mist slowly descended to the ground, forming purple vines that snaked towards Jeanine, completely binding her in place.

They crawled onto her legs, adorned in nylon, and spiralled upwards, tightening their hold on her, making her jerk and jolt by the suddenness.

He looked into her eyes and asked, "Do you understand?" The purple vines held her firmly, causing her to breathe shakily, her face flushed with fear. She nodded her head in acquiescence, her voice too weak to respond.

As Jaegar left the room, the mystical purple vines binding Jeanine dissolved, vanishing as if they had never existed. The room returned to its ordinary state, and the enchantment that had held her in place was broken.

Jeanine, still trembling and overcome with fear, collapsed onto the floor. Her chest heaved as she struggled to regain her composure, the experience of the binding vines leaving her with an indescribable sensation of dread. It was a feeling akin to the crawl of snakes on her skin, a chilling reminder of the consequences of her actions.

She breathed a sigh of relief that Jaegar hadn't taken more extreme measures, realizing that her actions could have had far graver consequences if she had done what she did with Lorcan. The events of the day had left her shaken and wary, and she knew that her future interactions with Jaegar would be marked by caution and a keen awareness of the risks involved.

*

Jaegar returned to his dorm room, the pain in his abdomen intensifying with each step. He wasted no time, knowing that he needed to attend to his injuries. Upon entering his room, he removed his robe, sleeveless pullovers, and shirt to get a closer look at the red marks on his bandages.

Sighing in acknowledgement of his injuries, Jaegar carefully tended to the wound, making sure it was properly cleaned and dressed. Once he was satisfied that he had done all he could for the time being, he put on a fresh shirt.

Despite the persistent pain, Jaegar knew he needed sustenance. He made his way to the dining room to get his dinner with Pierre.

*

In the carriage on their way back to the palace, Lorcan sat in deep contemplation with Wallace opposite him.

Lorcan had sent Ethan back to the mansion with strict instructions to stay put for the time being. He had learned not to underestimate Jaegar, realizing the dangerous game he had unwittingly entered.

Lorcan's timid nature had often made him susceptible to acting on his emotions, and in many ways, he owed his survival to the guidance and protection provided by Wallace. The butler's steady presence and wise counsel had been the key to navigating the complex and treacherous waters of the imperial court.

Without Wallace's support, Lorcan might have been caught by Jaegar. Wallace's loyalty and strength had been a crucial pillar of support in Lorcan's life, allowing him to navigate his life.

Wallace, a trusted and experienced confidant, broached the topic cautiously. "Your Highness, I think it might be wise for you to consider approaching the eldest Prince Vlaran," he suggested.

Lorcan's eyes widened with a mixture of fear and disbelief. "Eldest brother? No! No! He would have me killed if he ever found out what I've been involved in," Lorcan stammered, the very thought sending shivers down his spine.

Wallace sighed, his gaze fixed on the clouds outside the carriage door. "You may need to seek his help, Your Highness, if you wish to deal with that boy," he said, referring to Jaegar in an informal manner. Lorcan, too preoccupied with his own predicament, didn't notice it.

"I believe it's the best course of action. That boy, he is more than what he appears to be," Wallace continued, his expression grave. He had observed Jaegar closely during their encounter and saw something in his eyes that was beyond his experience.

As a trained knight who had seen formidable individuals, Wallace sensed that Jaegar possessed a power that could easily have overwhelmed them if he had chosen to use it.

*

In the following days, Jaegar settled back into his student life, attending classes, participating in various activities, and enjoying the camaraderie of his friends, Pierre and Jennifer. Their routine and usual life at the academy carried on without any significant disruptions.

Jaegar continued to excel in soccer matches, and with his skills and the inclusion of Parker on his team, their victories were almost a foregone conclusion. The Dracanores, led by Parker, demonstrated their prowess on the field.

Jaegar has always shone on the field with ball dribbling and goal-scoring abilities that left the opposing team in awe. teammates. His lightning strikes were a spectacle to watch, and students never missed a match, if he was in, just to watch the thundering strike.

Jaegar discreetly inquired about Lorcan from the students he had tasked with keeping an eye on him. However, the information he received was limited, leaving him curious about Lorcan's true intentions.

He decided that he would seek answers from his sister when he visited the palace again.

Jaegar's frequent visits to the headmaster's office became a common occurrence. Ashfield frequently lectured him about showing disrespect to Professor Heath, though Jaegar was convinced that Heath was deliberately provoking him. Jaegar, never one to back down from a challenge, made sure to respond to Heath's provocations in kind.

*

One evening, after dinner and a conversation with Pierre, Jaegar returned to his room. As he entered, he heard an eerie howling noise, unsettlingly close to the academy. He quickly approached the window to investigate. The howling ceased abruptly, leaving Jaegar on edge.