Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Augusta, with her knowledge of Jaegar's inherent chaos power, had taken measures to seal it away.

It took all her will and power to put a seal on his powers. She had to, for her son's safety and to protect him from the world.

The seal was misunderstood as a curse. Even Angelina couldn't tell what it was exactly. That was how proficient Augusta was and the level of expertise she had in magic.

Angus, however, remained oblivious to the fact that Jaegar possessed such a potent force. After Jaegar was born, the phenomenon he caused roused his suspicions and left him with his own thoughts. But he never showed it until later.

One day, much to Augusta's surprise, Angus arrived at the secluded cabin on the mountain.

Accompanying him were individuals clad in dark attire, unmistakably skilled assassins.

Angus, with a sinister glint in his eyes, revealed that he was aware of Jaegar's unique chaos power.

Soon, she was confronted by the assassins and her very own husband, not the way she had known.

Augusta cradled her baby protectively in her trembling arms.

With her weakened state, she hesitated to confront the overwhelming force amassed outside her cabin.

More than a hundred members surrounded her, all dressed in black, ominous attire—the unmistakable presence of assassins.

Augusta, sensing the imminent danger, knew that she couldn't face this formidable group alone.

With every ounce of her remaining power, Augusta made a desperate attempt to escape their clutches and reach Vivianne.

Angelina, the person she trusted the most, was currently unreachable. She couldn't take the risk of going to search for her. It would only drain her in the process.

She had a hard time grasping the man she knew had a whole different side to him. She racked her brain numerous times about why she couldn't see the man behind the happy mask he put himself in front of her.

She could only turn to the one person who could protect her baby from this man, and it was his mother.

He was the only person he feared in the world. She knew about the fact that he never showed any defiance against his mother.

In her time of distress, Vivianne had been a constant source of support, standing by her side like a mother during the arduous labour.

She could only gamble, taking her son to Vivianne.

Despite the injuries sustained in her escape, Augusta managed to reach the palace, where Vivianne awaited. Handing her precious child over, she conveyed explicit instructions on what needed to be done.

Augusta hoped fervently that Vivianne's love for the child was genuine and that the care she bestowed upon him would be unwavering.

However, in the process of her escape, Angus, a formidable opponent in her weakened state, proved to be a significant obstacle. Augusta, in her former strength, could have obliterated the opposition effortlessly. Now, she could only hope that her child would be safe in Vivianne's care.

After delivering the baby, Augusta succumbed to the ground, and Angus, seizing the opportunity, took her captive.

Augusta couldn't say anything to Vivianne, and she was only worried deeply about her child. But Vivianne had suspected her son. She had her reasons for doing so.

Later, she found that it was indeed the assassins who attacked Augusta, and she was buried right on the mountain peak near the cabin.

Angus hadn't actually killed her he used a magic body and buried her on the peak. It had the scent of Augusta, and no one suspected that it was her.

For the past nineteen years, she has been imprisoned in her current location. Her weakened state had made it impossible for her to escape, and she could only wait.

More than a decade later, there was a time when she had an opportunity.

There was a brief escape, causing a monumental rift between the lokas of Abyssal Dominion and Jorrulahr.

This rupture resulted in a leak between the two realms, altering the delicate balance of existence.

It was the ruins—the place where Angelina found the traces of Augusta's power.

The leak stayed open for a minuscule amount of time and closed soon after.

Right now, Angus was staring at her, and he had an amusing expression on his face. In all these years, Augusta has rarely talked to him. She had been silent for most of the time.

It was like the black miasma around her didn't let her. It got inside her and restrained her from moving and using her powers.

Angus, with a twisted smirk, began his revelation, "Your son is dead-"

In an instant, Augusta's eyes shot up, a fiery intensity blazing within them, as if they held a mysterious energy in communion with an unseen force.

The very ground beneath her quivered under the weight of an unfamiliar pressure, responding to the surge of power emanating from her.

The black miasma enshrouding her convulsed violently, as though stirred by an inner turmoil.

Simultaneously, an additional surge of darkness emerged from the shadows around the pillar, fortifying the eerie restraints that held Augusta captive.

Angus, seemingly unaffected by the unfolding display of magical might, pressed on undeterred, closing the distance as he nonchalantly continued, "for two weeks, and then he returned alive."

The atmosphere crackled with the tension between Augusta's unleashed power and Angus's unabashed revelation.

In response, Augusta erupted in fury, her voice echoing through the hall, "What the hell are you spouting, you spineless bastard?" The ground shook once more violently.

Angus stood his ground, a smirk playing on his lips as he calmly replied, "Oh, just a little secret I discovered."

The black miasma intensified, swirling around her like a tempest, a manifestation of her turbulent emotions.

Maintaining a stern gaze, Angus clarified, "Well, he indeed died and miraculously returned alive, I think. That's what the newspaper says." Angus sighed, adding, "But do you want to know who killed him?"

Augusta, unable to contain her emotions, awaited his revelation, her eyes ablaze with a mix of anger and apprehension.

With a twisted joy, Angus disclosed, "It's your dear lover's mother, Agatha. I did a lot of digging around the area and found out that she had been spying on your little son for a while."

Augusta struggled to reconcile this revelation.

Agatha, the mother of Julius, was known as a gentlewoman and a respected witch of the spire. After Julius's death, she had gone rogue, leaving the spire. The motive behind Agatha targeting Jaegar remained unclear, leaving Augusta with a mix of disbelief and rage.

Sensing Augusta's doubts, Angus continued, "Just like how she told you. She had been trying to vent her anger on your son and kill him to make us, I mean, you—suffer."

Augusta, consumed by rage, shouted, "You bastard! You are the reason for this misery, and I should have..."

The black miasma intensified further, enveloping her completely as her voice reverberated through the expansive hall, revealing a ceiling open to a starry sky with three distinct moons hanging on the horizon.

Angus, seemingly unfazed, released a heavy sigh and nonchalantly walked out of the room.

The echoes of Augusta's anguish lingered in the celestial chamber, a silent witness to the tumultuous emotions that had unfolded within its walls.

*

Agatha, having spent a considerable amount of time in the spire, possessed extensive knowledge of various matters. When she learned of her son's demise and discovered that Angus was responsible, she found herself entangled in a web of vengeance.

However, seeking retribution against the second imperial prince, rumoured to be a formidable sorcerer and skilled wizard, proved to be an intricate challenge. The absence of concrete evidence further complicated her quest.

In her relentless pursuit of the truth, Agatha delved into the intricacies of Julius' demise. Eventually, she unearthed the clandestine marriage between Augusta and Angus, who resided on a secluded mountain in the capital.

This revelation fueled Agatha's fury, igniting a desire to avenge her son. She couldn't believe Augusta was with that man, the man who was supposed to be the killer of her son, Augusta's friend, more than that, they were.

Agatha had seen both of them and the way they have been with each other, she was sure that they would get married in the future and live a happy life.

She knew about her talents and how she was treated in the Witch's spire. Even Angelina treasured her and thought she would become the Mother Witch after Angelina.

Agatha was happy that her son had met such a woman. But after learning about her and how she went off and married Angus, Agatha couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal and disappointment.

Despite her burning resentment, she recognized the need for patience and meticulous planning before confronting the duplicitous couple.

During these years of preparation, Agatha found an unexpected ally in Ellamaria.

Their alliance was forged through a past favour Agatha had extended to Ellamaria, and now the latter reciprocated by joining Agatha in her pursuit of revenge against the prince.

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