Senne Has Arrived! Magical Bombardment!

Having heard the report, Senne neither slammed the table in rage nor rushed headlong toward the arena.

In that instant, he only felt dizzy.

The relief of a blade that had been hanging over his neck finally falling, coupled with the panic and incomprehension rising from the depths of his heart, left him short of breath and swaying on his feet.

Henn Gedimidis... Henn Gedimidis was, of course, important.

He was the foundation of why Senne could now control Ban Ard, stand alongside Otolan, a legend among mages, and command Sorcerers as they scrambled about in disarray.

If Henn Gedimidis had not suffered severe injuries while resisting the Wild Hunt,

all Sorcerers would have had no choice but to follow the principles laid down by the oldest and most legendary Sorcerer, maintaining the supernatural order of the Northern Continent. No one could surpass him and act alone.

And precisely because Senne held Henn Gedimidis's life and death in his hands, both those in Ban Ard who agreed with his ideals and those who did not had to obey his commands.

The reason Otolan and the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate had been willing to cooperate with him was also because Henn Gedimidis was in his hands.

He held every initiative.

But Senne had thought he already understood just how important Henn Gedimidis was to him.

By inviting in a third-party force—the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate—he had even transformed Ban Ard's originally fragile political ecosystem into the optimal arrangement: himself at the center, maneuvering between all sides and seizing power and resources.

Ban Ard's Radical Faction was led by him, while the opposition had gradually shifted from fearing Henn Gedimidis to being wary of the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate and Otolan—and therefore wary of his power.

And in the eyes of Otolan and the Rissberg