Jeneric's lips and eyes twitched uneasily.

The Wise Sienna.

The legendary wizard was manifesting clear hostility as she slowly approached him.

'But why?'

Though the answer to his question seemed quite obvious, Jeneric still mulled over the question again and again.

The reason…. The reason?

The biggest thing had been his father's mistake. So to Jeneric, this felt incredibly unfair.

His father and predecessor, the previous Green Tower Master, had been a stubborn and radical man. His father had insisted that interpreting Witch Craft, the heritage of Wise Sienna, was an absolute necessity they could waste no time with.

Witch Craft, known as the grimoire of fantasy, was more of a concept in Akron than a book itself.

What deserved attention was that Akron's Witch Craft was divided into three parts. One volume was in Akron, and the second, albeit a copy, was held by the royal family of Aroth.

In reality, the remaining two volumes of Witch Craft did not exist, and the magical book possessed by the royal family was nothing more than something Sienna had casually made to boost the royal family and Aroth’s value. But since only Sienna knew this truth, future wizards had no choice but to be obsessed with the illusion of finding and deciphering the remainder of Witch Craft.

The previous Green Tower Master had harbored a strong desire for honor. He longed to interpret Akron's Witch Craft, to get permission to study the remaining volume of Witch Craft from the royal family, and to leap beyond the Eighth Circle.

So he had insisted on dissecting Mer, a familiar who couldn't feel pain. It wasn't like they were completely breaking Mer apart, simply opening and closing her body a few times.

In fact, there had been others who had entertained...