Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

The carriage swiftly reached the academy, the proximity of the town making the journey short.

As they arrived, Jaegar and Pierre made their way towards their dorms, the curious glances of fellow students following their every step. Jaegar entered his room and lay there for a few minutes, lost in contemplation.

The academy bustled with activity as new students and talented individuals filled the halls. The morning assembly loomed, and soon everyone took their seats according to their respective houses.

Headmaster Ashfield initiated the process of sorting students into their houses. Jaegar, seated with Pierre and Jennifer, observed the proceedings. However, his attention drifted towards a female professor on the dais, who seemingly avoided making eye contact with him.

Jeanine, present among the professors, focused her gaze elsewhere, and even Tara, engrossed in conversation, remained oblivious to Jaegar's presence. He chose not to dwell on it, engaging in conversation with his friends.

As the sorting concluded, they were dismissed, and Jaegar, accompanied by Pierre, headed to their first class. New and familiar faces adorned the faculty as they began their academic day.

Throughout the day, Jaegar encountered Tara briefly, engaging in a conversation.

However, Jeanine remained distant, not approaching or acknowledging him.

Even during a meeting with Jennifer in the courtyard, Pierre hurriedly arrived, breathless and seemingly urgent. He addressed Jaegar after requesting a moment alone, prompting Jennifer to leave with a playful warning about not discussing girls.

As Jennifer departed, Pierre, still catching his breath, leaned towards Jaegar, "Did you hear about Professor Jeanine? She..." He glanced at Jennifer, then urged her to leave for their private conversation

"Jen, can you leave us boys alone for a moment? I have something big to discuss with him," Pierre requested.

Jennifer frowned at him but acquiesced, rising from her seat. "You better think before you start to talk about her," she warned, her eyes narrowing at Pierre. Once she left, Pierre began speaking, a sense of urgency in his voice. Once alone, Pierre began speaking, "Jaegar, did you talk with Professor Jeanine?"

"No," Jaegar responded sternly. Pierre hesitated for a moment before divulging, "I just saw her with someone. They seemed to be very intimate, she was all over him." Jaegar's expression tightened, and he demanded that Pierre take him to the location.

Silently, Jaegar and Pierre navigated through the academy, arriving at a quiet corridor devoid of onlookers. As they approached, they saw her standing at the end of the corridor, enveloped in an intimate embrace with a man. His hands were roaming freely, and as Jaegar and Pierre got closer, they identified him as Professor Heath.

A deep frown etched across Jaegar's face, while Pierre stood in shock, exclaiming, "What!"

Jaegar's reaction was unexpected to Pierre, who knew about their previous connection. "Aren't you angry?" Pierre questioned. Jaegar, however, replied with surprising calmness, "Why would I be?" Pierre leaned in, whispering, "You know, like, weren't you two an item?"

Jaegar clarified, "Not exactly. We just fooled around; it's not like she's my lover or something. But Professor Heath, I wasn't expecting that, though." Pierre echoed the sentiment, adding, "Me too."

In the shadows, they continued to watch the unfolding scene,

Having witnessed Jeanine with another, Jaegar's interest in her waned. Instead, an idea sparked in his mind. He turned to Pierre and suggested, "Let's go say hi to them."

Pierre's eyes widened, and he pulled Jaegar aside, cautioning, "What are you doing? I knew it, you're jealous. But now is not the time, Jaegar." Ignoring Pierre, Jaegar proceeded toward the unsuspecting pair.

With nimble steps, Jaegar approached them silently. Leaning towards a window, they remained unaware of his presence. Jaegar stood behind them, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Seizing the opportune moment, he greeted, "Good evening, professors."

Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, Jeanine and Heath disentangled themselves, their faces registering shock upon seeing Jaegar standing before them.

Jeanine, flustered, exclaimed, "Jaegar!" Heath, embarrassed, demanded, "What are you doing here?"

Jaegar nonchalantly replied, "We're just passing by." Meanwhile, a little farther away, Pierre nervously waved his hand, his smile masking the anticipation of the unfolding scene.

Heath swiftly departed, not glancing back, leaving Jeanine standing there, her gaze fixed on Jaegar's composed expression. Calm and devoid of visible emotions, Jaegar faced her when she inquired, "Are you angry?"

His reply was a simple, "No."

Relief washed over Jeanine's face as she ventured further, "I hope you keep what happened between this a secret, and we can—" Jaegar cut her off, stating firmly, "Professor, you can have your relationship with anyone you want, and I will not involve myself with you anymore." He turned and walked out of the corridor, leaving Pierre to hastily follow in his wake.

Jeanine observed Jaegar's departure, muttering to herself, "He didn't seem bothered even a bit. Why isn't he angry, though?"

She was feeling disappointed and sad that he wasn't angry at her.

Jaegar, resolute in his decision, had a clear boundary when it came to intimate relationships; he never allowed himself to become emotionally entangled, except for a select few. What troubled Jeanine even more was Jaegar's lack of anger or inquiry into her actions.

While walking to the dorms, Pierre, he asked Jaegar walking beside him, "What did you say to her?"

"Nothing just had nothing to do with her anymore."

Pierre looked at him, "Well, this year already started with a bang, just how it will be along the road."

They reached the dorms, entering their rooms, Jaegar stood near the window, he thought about what to do next. He wanted to pay a visit to Ethan and have a little chat with him about the demon.

And the two assassination attempts, they made on him.

The only clue he had right now was Ethan. He didn't know where was he right now.

As he was thinking, he heard a howl from the woods, a long one, he can even sense the direction and place it was coming from. The howl didn't seem like normal wolf cry but more like a pained howl.

As Jaegar stood by the window, a distant howl pierced the night, originating from the depths of the woods. Reminiscent of the sounds he had heard before, the haunting cry filled the air. Far within the forest, concealed behind the academy, a group of individuals clad in leather attire emerged, brandishing hunting weapons.

Their pursuit was evident as they chased a formidable creature, a wolf of extraordinary proportions. Towering at a height of two meters, the beast ran through the dense woods, its ferocity evident in every stride.

Nightfall had shrouded the surroundings in darkness, and the hunters relied on torchlights to pierce the obscurity. Their weapons were held at the ready, poised for any confrontation as they relentlessly pursued the massive wolf. As the pursuit delved deeper into the forest, the wolf's howl echoed once more, a prolonged call that seemed to beckon its companions.

Standing at the window, Jaegar observed the shifting lights within the forest's depths. Squinting his eyes, he strained to focus, revealing figures carrying gleaming weapons, illuminated by the ethereal glow of the moonlight. It became apparent to Jaegar that these individuals were in pursuit of something within the woods, although he couldn't discern the exact nature of their prey.

Guided by the echoes of the howling, he made a calculated guess. With a decisive motion, Jaegar opened the window, leaping out into the night, to see what it was.

Venturing into the forest under the haunting cover of night, Jaegar felt an unspoken tension in the air, a palpable sense of danger that hung between the ancient trees. As he moved deeper into the shadows, the distant sounds of a chase reached his ears, echoing through the silent expanse of the woods.

Emerging into a moonlit clearing, Jaegar witnessed the scene unfolding before him. A group of leather-clad individuals, their hunting weapons glinting ominously, surrounded a massive wolf.

Towering at an extraordinary height, the beast held an air of primal power that seemed to defy the natural order. Without warning, the confrontation erupted into chaos.

The wolf, with swift and lethal precision, retaliated against its assailants. The forest echoed with desperate cries as the men fought a losing battle against the ferocious creature.

The air was thick with tension, punctuated by the haunting sounds of struggle and the primal roars of the wolf. Jaegar, hidden in the shadows, watched in awe and trepidation. The wolf's eyes, gleaming with an otherworldly intelligence, locked onto Jaegar's presence. In a swift and brutal onslaught, the beast dispatched the remaining men, leaving only silence in its wake.

Realizing he was the next target; Jaegar summoned the magic that lay dormant within him. As the massive wolf lunged towards him, Jaegar unleashed a surge of mystical energy. Arcane forces swirled around him, creating a barrier that repelled the beast's advance. In the moonlit clearing, Jaegar faced the colossal wolf with determination etched across his face as he looked at the wolf.