In the evening, as Jaegar strolled down the dimly lit corridors of the academy, the eerie howling noise resurfaced.


    It was a haunting sound that he had heard on several asions before, seemingly emanating from the distant woods beyond the windowpanes.


    His curiosity got the better of him, and he gazed out into the dark expanse, trying to pinpoint the source of the unsettling cries.


    Momentster, the howling faded into the quiet of the evening, leaving him with a sense of disquiet.


    For a brief moment, he found himself lost in thought, his eyes fixed on the horizon as he pondered the mysteries that surrounded this academy. However, his contemtion was interrupted when he crossed paths with Lorcan, a fellow student known for his sharp, piercing gaze.


    Jaegar regarded Lorcan with his characteristic stoic expression, not particrly fond of the terse encounters he often had with him.


    Lorcan, however, decided to engage in conversation, his words carrying a tinge of cynicism. "It seems like all''s going well for you," he remarked, his toneced with an air of inscrutable amusement.


    Jaegar responded coolly, "What if it is?"


    Lorcan''s frustration simmered beneath the surface as he muttered, "Enjoy it while you can." He shot Jaegar a resentful look before briskly moving away, a visible vein pulsating on his forehead.


    Jaegar, seemingly unfazed by Lorcan''s cryptic behaviour, couldn''t help but wonder, "What the fuck is his problem?"


    "Whatever." With that, he watched Lorcan''s retreating figure, and as he ventured onward, his path unexpectedly converged with Veronica''s.


    Lorcan and Veronica engaged in casual conversation, their voices blending harmoniously into the ambient sounds of the academy''s halls.


    Jaegar''s gaze, however, was inexplicably drawn to Veronica, and a yful notion began to take shape in his mind. He moved away from the corridor, a mischievous smile curling at the corners of his lips, eager to try the idea he just had in his mind.


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    Inside the cozy confines of their dorm room, Jaegar and Pierre sat among their fellow dorm members, creating afortable and amiable atmosphere.


    The room buzzed with conversation as they discussed an array of topics, ranging from theirtest magical endeavours to the academy''s legendary mysteries.


    As they shared anecdotes and chatted about this and that, an eerie howling noise suddenly pierced through the room, interrupting their banter. Jaegar''s curiosity was piqued, and he couldn''t resist delving into the intriguing sound, weaving captivating stories and spections about its origin.


    A few of their fellow students dismissed the noise as merely the distant calls of wolves inhabiting the nearby woods, attributing no extraordinary significance to it.


    However, Pierre, ever enthusiastic and brimming with imagination, couldn''t resist the allure of a more fantastical exnation.


    Using his book thoughts, he animatedly proposed that the howling must be the work of a werewolf, perhaps an unfortunate soul bitten by one of these mythical creatures and now prowling the woods, hunting under the moonlight.


    The room echoed with heartyughter at Pierre''s whimsical promation. The idea of a werewolf lurking near the academy and venturing into the woods was met with yful scepticism.


    After all, while tales of werewolves lingered in the annals of history, the notion of one prowling so close to their campus seemed highly unlikely. The practicality of such a scenario was questioned. Why would a werewolf choose their campus as its hunting grounds?


    Jaegar couldn''t help but join in the amusement, his lips curving into a mischievous grin. He yfully teased Pierre about his vivid imagination, suggesting that perhaps Pierre should consider a career in storytelling with such a ir for creating fantastic narratives. Amid theughter, the howling noise, once ominous, now became a source of light-hearted amusement.


    Pierre and Jaegar were standing near the window, staring into the dark woods. "The first years have started clubs; did you hear about it?"


    "What clubs?"


    "Just a few, rted to the study of magic, elementalism, and so on."


    "So, did you join any, then?"


    "Nah, man, I have my hands filled with Jen and our sses."


    "I didn''t take you for such a devoted man, Pierre."


    "Yeah, I think Jen is the one. You know what I am saying."


    "Wait, are you serious?" Jaegar asked, raising an eyebrow. "You''re already thinking about settling down?" Pierre chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, I know it''s early, but when you know, you know. Plus, she''s amazing."


    "Yeah, that she is."


    Pierre was grinning like a fool, thinking of Jennifer.


    Jaegar sighed, seeing that his friend, Mr. Manners, now seemed like a lost cause. He also fell in love once, but she left him alone when he needed her the most.


    But this new life had given him so much—women who loved unconditionally, making him feel the lost love again.


    He left the dorm room, and leaving Pierre in his own world, walked down to the dining room.


    As Jaegar ventured into the dining room, his gaze fell upon a girl sitting at one of the tables. She was absorbed in her meal, a picture of sereneposure in the silent room.


    Her appearance was striking, with cascading waves of glossy brown hair and eyes that seemed to hold depth.


    With each step he took, Jaegar moved closer to the girl, his curiosity growing stronger by the moment.


    She remained oblivious to his approach, her attentionpletely absorbed in her meal. It wasn''t until he drew near that she suddenly turned her head, her eyes widening in surprise.


    "Ah! You scared me," she admitted, her voice carrying a hint of startlement.


    Jaegar offered a polite apology, "Sorry, just wanted to find something to eat, so I came down and saw you." His voice was warm and friendly, revealing his genuine intention to strike up a conversation.


    The girl, still holding her spoon in her mouth, observed Jaegar. She was dressed infortable pyjamas, her hair tied in a knot at the back of her head. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment before she responded with a friendly smile, "Oh, no worries; you just caught me by surprise."


    Then she quickly recognized him and said, "Wait, you are Jaegar Ambrose?"


    Jaegar nodded, confirming his identity with a simple "Yes."


    A spark of excitement ignited in her eyes, and she couldn''t contain her enthusiasm. "Wow, finally I get to meet you in person."


    Jaegar was genuinely taken aback by her reaction. "What?" he inquired, clearly puzzled by her sudden enthusiasm.


    With a yful twinkle in her eye, she continued, "You probably don''t know."


    "Ever since the carnival," she went on, "I have be a big fan of you."


    Jaegar couldn''t help but wryly smile at the revtion.