Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

As Ashfield stood at the edge of the crater, his eyes fixed on the battered and unconscious Jaegar, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and concern.

The aftermath of the explosive clash had left the young apprentice wizard in a dire state, with his body marked by injuries and the remnants of the battle. He couldn't help but worry and was hoping that he would be alive.

Indeed, Agatha's attack was far more destructive and potent than anyone could have anticipated. She had harnessed immense power and skillfully contained it in a specific area, primarily focusing on Jaegar. The fact that such a cataclysmic force had been compressed to a smaller scale showcased her formidable magical abilities and her intent to neutralize the young wizard.

Isadora was now standing in front of Jaegar, who was lying on the ground, soulless and breathless.

She shared in his worry, recognizing the extent of the destruction they had witnessed.

In her experience as an ice witch, she had seldom seen such a fierce and destructive magical confrontation.

Ashfield cautiously descended into the crater, approaching Jaegar's unconscious form.

Isadora's magic of ice manipulation allowed her to create a gentle, frosty breeze, cooling the immediate area and offering some relief to Jaegar's battered body.

As Isadora and Ashfield did everything within their power to save Jaegar, their efforts proved futile.

Isadora's words confirmed what their hearts had been dreading—he had no pulse, and he wasn't breathing.

The loss of their young student weighed heavily on their minds, and they were left feeling helpless.

After trying every healing spell and magical remedy at their disposal, Ashfield looked at Isadora, his expression one of bitter resignation.

He rose from Jaegar's side, struggling to comprehend the loss they had just experienced.

Isadora, too, felt a sense of profound sadness and confusion. She asked him, "What should we do now?"

Ashfield was at a loss, unsure of how to proceed, particularly when it came to dealing with the implications of this loss for Angelina and the Empress. He rubbed his temples, deep in thought, as the enormity of the situation weighed on his shoulders.

*

In the academy, students and professors had started to emerge from their quarters, their faces reflecting their concern and curiosity regarding the earlier tremors.

Pierre walked to Jaegar's room, only to find him not present in it.

He met up with Jennifer and asked if she had seen him, but she didn't.

The professors are trying to cool down the worry and the unrest among the students.

Headmaster Ashfield and Professor Isadora were missing in their quarters.

*

Meanwhile, Angelina, who had been at her farmhouse, sensed something unusual, in turn moving her gaze towards her front yard.

A portal opened in her front yard, and two individuals appeared, carrying a third person in a cocoon of frost.

She saw Ashfield and Isadora walking out through the portal.

They brought him to Angelina, thinking it was the best they could do right now.

Her eyes widened with shock and fear when she recognized the figure inside the icy cocoon—it was Jaegar.

She rushed to his side, tears welling up in her eyes, as they carefully carried him into the hall and laid him on a couch.

Angelina knelt near his head, gazing at him with a mixture of emotions.

Through a trembling voice, she asked, "What happened?"

Ashfield began to recount the traumatic events, describing the battle that had taken place and the destructive forces that had led to Jaegar's condition.

Angelina's heart ached as she heard about the ordeal he had endured. A potent aura of anger and vengeance swirled around her, thick with killing intent.

Ashfield attempted to calm her, but her fury could not be easily quelled. Her gaze never wavered from Jaegar, her emotions flickering between concern, sorrow, and fierce determination.

"Who were they?"

Ashfield replied, "That lady was referred to as Agatha, and the beast was an ember wolf."

He added, "The name Agatha seems familiar, but I can't seem to remember who it is."

After a moment, she softly instructed them to leave. Ashfield and Isadora, their hearts heavy with grief, exited the room, giving her the privacy to tend to the young man she regarded as dear to her heart.

As they walked away, the weight of the loss pressed heavily upon them.

Angelina's expertise in magic allowed her to sense that Jaegar was in a state between life and death. With a deep understanding of the mystical arts, she carefully examined his condition.

Gently lifting him with her magical prowess, she transported him to a bedroom, laying him down with the intention of unravelling the enigma that had engulfed him.

Jaegar's life hung in the balance, and Angelina was determined to use her magical prowess to bring him back from the brink.

*

Back at the academy,

After their return to the academy, Ashfield was entrusted with the task of restoring order and quelling the unrest that had gripped the institution.

He refrained from uttering a word about Jaegar's fate, as the situation remained uncertain and unconfirmed.

Isadora, however, was deeply affected by the harrowing events she had witnessed, especially the apparent loss of Jaegar, a diligent student in her class and a passionate lover who had shared her bed for a while. Although she had anticipated that their time together would be short-lived, the sight of Jaegar in his current state weighed heavily on her heart.

She cared for him as an enthusiastic student who always strived to learn new magic in her class and, of course, the best man she ever had.

In the solitude of her room, Isadora sought solace by the window. She lit a cigarette, the fragrant blend of scotch lingering in the air, and clutched it between her fingers. Memories of their intimate moments played in her mind, mingling with her distress over his condition.

*

Meanwhile, in Jaegar's home, Diana was preparing to leave for work. However, an inexplicable sensation weighed upon her chest, an unshakable sadness that seemed to fill her entire being.

She paused for a moment, sitting at the kitchen table, and sipped on a glass of water.

As she gazed around, her eyes landed on a photograph of her and Jaegar from his childhood. A wave of nostalgia washed over her as she whispered to herself, "I hope he is doing well."

Her motherly instincts couldn't help but fret for her son's safety, even in the face of uncertainty.

*

Amid the turmoil that had gripped the academy, Ashfield reluctantly announced that Jaegar was dead, though the reasons behind his demise remained a mystery.

The news sent shockwaves throughout the school, fueling rampant rumours and speculation that seemed to spread with a life of their own.

Consequently, the institution was forced to close its doors for a day in response to the escalating unrest.

The news was limited to school and the imperial palace. There were strict orders from the imperial palace.

On the following day, the academy was unexpectedly besieged by a group of creatures known as Dark Draugarr, beings that bore both human and supernatural characteristics. These formidable foes had been meticulously trained for the sole purpose of hunting, and they scour every nook and cranny of the surroundings of the academy. Looking for the traces of the ones who killed Jaegar.

The situation took an intriguing turn when Wizard Captain Edward Creswell, representing the Ministry, took charge of the mission to investigate the recent events.

Edward was known to command the Dark Draugarr and had a reputation for his unyielding and unpredictable nature.

Now, within the office of Ashfield, Captain Edward Creswell sat leisurely, sipping from his coffee as he heard the explanations from Ashfield and Isadora.

While Isadora earnestly recounted the events that had unfolded, Ashfield's patience appeared to be wearing thin.

Annoyed with the captain's demeanour, he couldn't help but remark, "Mr. Creswell, are you truly here for an investigation, or did you simply decide to take a leisurely stroll?

Edward responded to Ashfield's comments with a sigh, saying, "Headmaster Rinton, I'm just following orders. It may not seem like it, but these are merely formalities. No hard feelings."

With that, he left the room, leaving Isadora to scoff and remark, "What an asshole."

She then turned her attention back to Ashfield and questioned, "Are they really going to leave it at that?"

Ashfield let out a weary sigh and responded, "Well, what can they do? They never truly accepted him there. I can't make sense of what Angelina said. She claims he isn't dead. But we checked him, didn't we?"

Isadora, her expression sombre, admitted, "I don't know what she's thinking. But the way the Imperial House is handling this situation is getting on my nerves. Where is his father in all of this?"

Ashfield sighed once more and advised, "It's best that we keep quiet about it. Eventually, all of this will pass."

Isadora, echoing the sentiments of many others, lamented, "He was so young and had so much potential."

Ashfield nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, with that kind of talent, enemies are bound to arise."

In the dormitories, Pierre, Jennifer, and the entire Dracanores group were in a state of utter unrest.

They simply couldn't accept the news that Jaegar was dead, particularly considering the reasons provided for his demise. Pierre, in particular, was overcome with anger and sorrow. Jaegar had been not only a classmate but a close friend, and his loss was deeply felt by all who knew him.