A thoroughly soaked-through Jeneric was hoisted into the air. His limp form resembled the freshly laundered clothes hanging on a line.

He was an Archwizard of the Eighth Circle. He was the patriarch of the Osman family, which was renowned even in Aroth as a noble house of magic, a family that had produced three generations of the Green Tower Masters.

Such a wizard had been treated like a child. He had been humiliated through and through. Although Jeneric wasn’t highly regarded among the Archwizards of Aroth, there was not a single wizard who could boast that they were strong enough to toy with Jeneric as Sienna had done.

"Hey."

Sienna's demeanor did not change in the slightest compared to the beginning. The magic that Jeneric repeatedly used had failed to even brush against Sienna's clothes, let alone leave a scratch on her.

With a sour face, Sienna looked at Jeneric and flicked her finger.

Snap!

A magic bullet as small as a bean burrowed into Jeneric's body.

"Bwegh!"

As soon as he regained consciousness, Jeneric vomited a large volume of water. He had ingested too much lake water while repeatedly falling into and being pulled out of the lake.

Vomiting in front of so many people. It would have been an impossible sight for the Jeneric under normal circumstances, but now he was in no state to worry about such things.

Jeneric looked easily ten years older after regurgitating water for a while. He raised his head laboriously, gasping for breath, and looked at Sienna.

"Do you want to continue?" Sienna asked. It was a chilling question. Jeneric immediately shook his head, hiccupping.

He had never felt such dreadful pain and helplessness in the eighty years of his life as he had today. His body, plunged into the lake more than a dozen times, ached and throbbed all over, and it felt as if his bones and organs were also bruised and injured. He was dizzy...