Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Sensing the tension in the room, Diana, who had been quietly observing, placed her hand gently on Jaegar's thigh, a silent signal for him to remain calm.

Jaegar let out a heavy sigh, his emotions seemingly conflicting. "Seeing my mom there, captured by them," he explained, "I couldn't control my anger, and I lashed out."

He was angry so much that he didn't care for anything at that time. He only stopped after they arrived, and his aunt was pleading with him so much that he didn't want to escalate it any further, so he just left with her.

Charlize leaned forward, understanding the weight of the situation. "It's understandable," she consoled, "but we've had to deal with the repercussions of your actions all these days. I would have preferred to eliminate them and be done with it, but it would have caused problems if the Ministry were to know of it."

"Are you staying?" asked Jaegar.

Charlize replied, putting the cup down, "No, I have to leave too. I need to go back and report to the headmaster."

She got up, and Jaegar too, he shook her hands, bidding farewell for now.

Jaegar walked her to the front. He asked, "When will I see you again?"

Charlize smiled and said, "You have given me a lot of work, and I need time to settle all of this. Until then, I won't be available."

Jaegar nodded. "Till next time."

Then she walked to the carriage and got in it, and the carriage left. Not everyone used cars, it was considered a high end luxury to maintain one.

As the carriage disappeared from sight, Jaegar stood there for a moment, thinking about the ones who started all this.

He had never thought that this was over. He knew very well about humans and their fear of the unknown. For now, the waters may be tranquil, but they may come at any time, and at that time, Jaegar will be ready for them. Give them what he promised to the King.

Jaegar then walked back to the hall, seeing his aunt, who was leaning back on the couch.

He went to her and put his head on her lap, putting his legs on the couch.

She leaned forward, holding his face. "Do you think it's over?"

"Mom, you don't have to worry about it, as there won't be a next time," he said, clasping his fingers around hers.

She put her face above his and said, "You sound so confident."

"Yes, I am. I placed a charm spell on you. So you, wherever you are, I will know everything about you." Jaegar smiled at her, kissing her hands.

"So that's the reason, the reason why I feel like I want to kiss you more right now." She said it with a beaming smile on her face as she hovered just above his face, inches away from his lips.

Jaegar looked into her eyes and said, "You want to kiss me only when you're charmed?" His lips curled into a grin.

"Um-hmm," she hummed, then placed her lips on his, holding his face. His lips joined with hers in a passionate embrace. The intensity of their kiss deepened, igniting a fire within them both. As they pulled away, their breaths heavy, Jaegar whispered, "I guess I'll have to keep charming you then." They shared a playful laugh before leaning in for another electrifying kiss.

*

In the heart of the Primal Atoll, nestled within the central building's depths, a room of opulence and regal elegance stood as a testament to royalty. The room was adorned with exquisite tapestries and glistening chandeliers, casting a warm glow on the polished marble floors. The air was heavy with the scent of rare flowers, adding to the enchanting ambiance of the space.

This was the king's office chamber, adorned with sophistication at every turn.

There was a woman seated on the sofa, her hands resting on the armrest on the left side as she leaned on them. Her porcelain skin, sliver blonde hair, and the intricate lace gown she wore further emphasized her regal presence. The woman's piercing blue eyes were fixed on the man standing near the glass wall.

He engaged in a conversation with his wife, his voice reflecting a mixture of anger and trepidation as he recounted recent events.

"I can't forget his face," the king confessed, his posture tense as he spoke. "That little... he dared to make a threat to my face."

Seated in a comfortable chair, his wife, the Queen, Gwendoline Hillingham, remained calm and composed, her demeanor contrasting with her husband's agitation. She inquired, "Then why did you let him go?"

The king, Zacharias Hillingham, standing before a vast expanse of glass that served as a window overlooking the city of Ordstead, clasped his hands behind his back. The glass wall not only separated him from the world outside but also provided him with a panoramic view of the city.

"He made me tremble," the king admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I saw him up close, his eyes... they held true malevolence, a ferocity that was all too real. He was dead serious about his threats, and he demonstrated it by collapsing an entire building."

"I didn't want to take any risks at that moment," he sighed, adding, "He was only one, but the chaos he created lay out in front, and I tell you the look in his eyes: with all my men and those big guns aiming at him, he still wasn't fazed."

"You talk awfully a lot for the short amount of time you met him," the Queen said as her eyes darted to the ceiling.

"He left a heavy impression, which I will only be able to forget after I see his lifeless head."

"In time, I will ensure that it will happen. One day, that little brat will regret ever crossing me."

The queen let out a sigh, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as she leaned back in her chair. Her voice held a distant quality as she spoke, "You have to do what needs to be done."

*

Back at home, Jaegar had become more cautious in his daily routines.

He dropped his aunt off at her work and picked her up, ensuring her safety. Diana loved when he took care of her and stayed with her to protect her, she felt really loved, and her love for Jaegar only strengthened even more.

He occasionally crossed paths with Tabitha, but their interactions were brief, as she appeared busy.

The connection they had formed during their time in the house seemed to have dissipated, and Diana noticed the subtle glances Tabitha would give Jaegar. She decided to save that topic for another time, not wanting to complicate matters further.

Jaegar never talked about another woman with her or his encounters with them. Not that she cared, she wanted her nephew to be with her, and as long as he loved her, it was enough. She knew her place in his heart, and it was proved by the incident a few days earlier. He would go to any lengths to protect her, even going up against the King.

She was shocked by the amount of chaos he created; it reminded her of his mother, her sister. She had seen her only a couple times, he resembled her a lot, even their actions were the same.

She always thought it would have been wonderful if she was there with them, and she felt a little guilt about the intimacy between them. What would she have said if she were alive and knew about them? She wondered.

Francesca, on the other hand, had not shown up at her sister's house or Jaegar's again.

Jaegar inquired about her from Megan, who mentioned that Francesca was preoccupied with her work, which explained her absence. Jaegar felt a surge of anger at the thought of encountering her again, given their tumultuous history. But he had to know what she was up to.

He didn't think that she would go after his aunt just a few hours after the encounter in the alley. He stopped thinking about her, trying to get back to his life.

Surprisingly, Jaegar's life gradually returned to a semblance of normalcy, which he hadn't expected after the chaos he had caused.

There were no news reports or updates about the incidents he had been involved in. The newspapers remained surprisingly silent, and it seemed like the events of that day had been swept under the rug.

Jaegar couldn't help but admire Earl and Charlize for their exceptional work in concealing his identity and suppressing information about him. He recognized that they had their own motives, but he was grateful for their assistance.

Meanwhile, the term "novoyant" had become increasingly prevalent in discussions. Children and teenagers were emerging from the shadows and were being taken in by the bureau, just as promised.

They were provided with shelter and care. The people who were still against it remained opposed and stayed away from them, but a few were supporting and applauding the bureau for what they were doing.

Jack, however, chose to stay in his town with the kids he had brought with him. Despite hearing about the new act, he remained skeptical and found it hard to believe in the promises being made.