Seated in his compartnt, he was gazing outside; his thoughts ran back to the things he heard from Pierre.
His grandfather's death, Jaegar had only t him once, but he could tell that man was wiser in his rule and held great admiration among his subjects. Jaegar observed on the streets that they were still people who grieved his death.
Jaegar wasn't the kind of man who could easily connect with the idea of family. He had always been distant from them, not out of choice but because it was the nature of their relationships.
His grandmother and half sister had been present in his life only on a few occasions. They seed to care, or at least acted as though they did, but Jaegar could never be entirely sure.
Affection in his world was fleeting, uncertain, and layered with obligations and half-asures. He didn't trust it.
The concept of family for Jaegar was warped, far removed from the warmth and unity most people imagined. To him, it felt like an obligation, a chain of blood that bound people together but offered little comfort. The mories of his past sat at the back of his mind, not forgotten but dormant, like a buried hatchet waiting for the mont to be uncovered.
And when it did surface, it was never a pleasant reminder. He had grown past feeling the need for the affection and love of a family. Now he could control his emotions. He wanted to keep that way as much as possible.
To have control over your emotions was not sothing usual.
The incident on the mountaintop weighed heavily on him, a source of guilt that gnawed at his soul, refusing to let go.
When the image of Lorcan flashed in his mind, it stoked a fire in Jaegar's chest. Fury followed closely behind the guilt, an uncontrollable anger that built up in him like a storm.
Lorcan had been there, had been part of the reason things went so wrong, and Jaegar couldn't shake the feeling that Lorcan was to bla. Whenever he thought about it, the urge to rip him into shreds was almost overwhelming.
He needs to et his aunt and find out about her well being; it was all that matters to him right now.
One more thing that troubled him was about his bank. Jaegar visited his bank right before leaving the Sphepet circle to withdraw his money. He found out that his account had been seized and money had been withdrawn by the family.
The green goblins, who were strict institutions, were compromised by the order ca from the family.
Another thing that gnawed at Jaegar's mind was the matter of his bank account. Right before he had left the Sphepet Circle, he'd gone to withdraw so money as he needed to sort out his next. He was expecting a routine visit, but what he encountered instead left him cold.
His account had been seized, and his funds drained. The family had taken everything.
The green goblins, strict and renowned for their unflinching adherence to protocol, had been compromised.
Jaegar had always known them to be an institution governed by contracts and law, more rigid than any human-run establishnt. Yet, sohow, the family had managed to override that. They had withdrawn the money without his permission.
Jaegar had stood there, dumbfounded, trying to make sense of how this had happened. When he confronted the goblins, demanding answers, they simply stated that their hands had been tied.
Following his arrest, as a result, the family had been within their rights to take control of his account.
The goblins, typically stone-faced and unyielding, explained with infuriating calm that if the family hadn't co for the money, the ministry would have seized it anyway.
It didn't sit well with Jaegar.
The goblins' justification felt hollow like they were hiding sothing—or perhaps they simply didn't care enough to challenge the authority that had co knocking at their door.
How could they, an institution so notorious for their adherence to deals and contracts, just hand over his money without a fight?
His thoughts churned as the reality of the situation sank in.
Soone in his family had done this, taking advantage of his arrest to line their pockets with his money.
Jaegar didn't know who it was, but he intended to find the one responsible.
After reincarnation, Jaegar had been doing nothing but living his life like a normal, regular novize. Before he knew such a world existed, Jaegar had decided to live with his aunt, taking care of her.
But after he had joined the academy, his ambitions had changed, and eting his master opened new possibilities. Now he had a goal in his mind, and he was going to start working for it.
And his goal aside, he needs to reach the pinnacle of the magic. To beco a strong being like his master, Lady Angelina Blackwood.
Sighing, he leaned back in his seat; the train was moving at a constant speed, the distant echoes of its horns ringing aloud.
Pierre and Jennifer left for Scroartint Central right before he departed. Jaegar thanked Pierre and borrowed money from him.
Right now he was penniless. All this ti, he hadn't thought about it, but he needed to take care of the money problem too.
More importantly, Lorcan, Jaegar would have his ti, killing him. Jaegar knew that killing would be a cri, and more so if killing a prince. But after a quick thought, he decided not to kill him.
Jaegar wasn't interested in giving Lorcan the easy way out.
Death would be far too simple, too rciful for a man who had caused so much suffering.
No, what Jaegar craved was sothing slower, sothing that would make Lorcan feel every ounce of pain, regret, and betrayal he had inflicted on others.
A quick death would rob Jaegar of that satisfaction. What he wanted was to make Lorcan suffer.
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