Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Chapter 83 - 83: Denica

Their bodies collided, creating a reverberating boom noise in the air as their skill and agility clashed. The force with which they clashed was so overwhelming that it sent ripples across the field. She seemed no less than him in comparison with his physical attributes. She was grinning widely as she met him head-on, feeling the thrill of fighting for the ball.

The barrier shook for a brief second, but nothing happened to it. It was conjured by the high-level wizard, the grand wizard. It stood firm, restricting everything in the field. The grand wizard was the headmaster of Teagorths.

Amidst the exhilarating match, Ashfield couldn't help but beam with pride as he watched his players perform really well. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, with the echoes of the crowd's cheers still reverberating through the stadium.

Beside him sat the headmistress of Dauxmarth Academy, a formidable woman dressed in an attire that exuded both dominance and confidence.

She sported leather pants paired with a sleek blazer that cascaded down to her thighs. A crisp white shirt provided a stark contrast to her ash blonde hair, neatly pulled back into a ponytail. Her sky-blue eyes, sharp and observant, were fixed on the field below, where the two exceptional players had displayed their talents.

Leaning closer to Ashfield, she ventured, "Is he the bastard prince?" Her words hung in the air, a direct inquiry that caught Ashfield off guard. The color drained from his face, a mixture of surprise and apprehension washing over him.

The revelation of Jaegar's royal lineage was known only in the academy, and Ashfield was keen on protecting that secret, especially for Jaegar's safety. Although he wanted it to be a secret, the word may have already gotten around.

Stammering slightly, Ashfield replied, "Wh-what are you saying?" He hoped to deflect her attention, cautious not to let the truth slip and risk exposing Jaegar's true identity to others. But his efforts proved futile as Arthur, who had been listening in, seemed to catch on.

With a knowing look, Arthur chimed in, "Oh, that boy. No wonder he seemed familiar. He does carry both his parents' looks." The confirmation of Jaegar's heritage startled Ashfield, a realization that his attempts to keep Jaegar's royal connection hidden might have been in vain. It appeared that Carl, who had met Jaegar before, had divulged his encounter to Arthur.

Arthur's eyes narrowed slightly, and he continued to study Jaegar's form on the field. "Tell me, Ashfield, how is he as a student? Do you believe he has the potential to become a promising wizard?" His gaze was focused,

The net rippled and quivered as the ball collided with it, creating an explosion of sound and movement that resonated throughout the stadium. The magical momentum carried the ball past the goal line, and a triumphant roar erupted from the crowd as the scoreboard registered the addition of a point to Denica's team.

In the wake of this spectacular goal, the atmosphere was charged with awe and admiration.

Denica's unique blend of physical prowess and magical finesse had resulted in a moment of pure astonishment.