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Caesar stood up from his seat. "Those bastards! Even after all this time, they are still playing with me?!" He was angry.

His entire being was exuding Mana, thickening the air to the point one could through it.

Still, he was experienced enough to quickly regain his composure. He was considerate enough to not rage in front of someone he had pledged to treat with respect.

"Huuh... I am sorry for my unsightly display." Caesar bowed, before sitting back down.

Basil was still as calm as ever; he merely enjoyed his tea as if nothing had happened. He was just revelling in the fact that his meal with Caesar could actually deliver him a precious information.

Clack.

Basil put down his tea.

"You shall not be worried as the Spell is not complete yet." Looking calmly at Caesar, he continued, "There is still a way to completely erase that Spell."

Caesar sighed. "I know ... But, I will need someone to do that for me!" Upon realizing something, Caesar's eyes lit up in glee. "Young Master, can you... do it?"

Basil merely nodded his head lightly. "I need to get a better control over my Mana first though. Your 'treatment' will come right after."

Caesar nodded his head in understanding, and gulped his liquor down. Since there was still some time before Basil's training started, he would chill while enjoying the high quality liquor Basil had given him.

In the other side, Basil was in a deep contemplation. He was puzzled about The Day of Return; the day where every Kinslayers got outside of the Dungeon, causing chaos upon their appearance.

Since Basil had figured out Kinslayers had gone mad in the past due to [Reality Altercation] the Church had casted upon them, he could somehow predict when that would happen in this life.

Seeing the progress of the Spell however, Basil knew it would be finished in another 5 years. This is weird for so many reasons, since this event should be happen in another 15 years. That was the reason why he was puzzled.

He had thought he would only alter the timeline everytime he did something he didn't do in the past. However, he was proven wrong. Even his existence alone had already altered the timeline that much.

Basil sighed lightly. "I got so many things to do, don't I?" He stood from his seat, and motioned to Caesar.

He needed to advance as soon as possible. Thus, the training begun.

...

Azarthan, Arthean Empire.

Azarthan was the capital city of Arthean Empire. It was the city where the palace was located at, the most prosperous city in the entire Human Empire, Arthean.

Different from any other capital city, Azarthan was only filled with the Emperor's descendants. The entire city consisted of one big family, and each of them had a strong bond with each other.

Of course, in everything there is always an exception. Amongst the royalties living in this city, there were people of the Church. They lived amongst the royalties, and got treated with as much respect as any other royalties received.

It happened because of the influence the Great Pontiff had over the people of Arthean Empire. As someone with the highest status in the Church, he held the greatest amount of Miracle in him.

It was to the point where it bewildered the Mage community greatly. There was even a rumour circulating around the world, the Great Pontiff had brought back a dead man to life.

Although it was nothing more than a rumour, the miracle he possessed was enough to make people believe he was really the right hand of God.

He was kind, benevolent, and passionate toward everyone. Thus, the people and even the Emperor himself honored him greatly.

Of course, the cover of a book cannot always determine its content. The Great Pontiff was not the saint for everyone. He was the saint of his people: people who lived in the same way as him.

No one but the people of the Church was considered a human in front of his eyes.

In one of the rooms of the greatest church—the holiest place—in the entire Arthean Empire, Azarthan Cathedral, an old but healthy man with a golden trim, white cassock was sitting in his majestic throne like chair.

He was gazing to his front, at the golden door, emptily. He looked like he was pondering over something. However, in truth, he was communicating with his subordinate through his mind.

This man was the Great Pontiff, Jaheim Abremson.

"I see ... Since you don't find anything there, you can go back home, Adeth," Jaheim said to his subordinate.

He kept nodding his head as if confirming something, before dismissing the subordinate; the content of the talk was unknown to the world.

"Why are these heretics so resilient? How hard is it to just accept the Gods?" Jaheim shook his head. "Foolish people."

He stood up from his chair, and got down from the high ground where his chair was located. Upon reaching the lower ground, he looked down slightly.

There was a beautiful woman kneeling on the ground with tied hands and gagged mouth. She was glaring at him with shining eyes that was filled with intense hatred.

"See me not as an enemy, my child. You are but one of the victims of the heresy your predecessors had passed down." Jaheim put his hand on top of the woman's head. "I am the right hand of your Lord, your God; I am your ally."

Jaheim removed his hand from the head of the woman, and stared at the shining symbol in the middle of the woman's head. It was exactly the same symbol Basil also had on his forehead.

"The cursed symbol. Your predecessor's heresy is so wicked, it even cursed the whole generation." Jaheim made a sad expression. "What a pitiful child."

Jaheim caressed the woman's cheek, before taking the gag off her mouth.

"Now, let us talk, my child."

"You sick bastard! You will never get what you wanted!"

Spit!

Although the saliva didn't hit Jaheim, it was the greatest offence he had received from someone; no one in Arthean Empire ever dare to do it to him.

However, instead of getting angry, he merely smiled like a father looking at his beloved child.

"What do you think I want, my child?"

The woman snorted coldly. "Hmph! How should I know, Jaheim? It can be some 'toys' to satisfy your urge."

"My child, I will never indulge myself in worldly pleasure. I am the God's right hand: I shall be the best example of every mankind."

The woman spat in disgust. "Don't be such a hypocrite, Jaheim. You wouldn't know what I mean if you didn't do any of that."

Jaheim shook his head faintly. "You will never understand, my child. What I have done all along is blessing those women. They shall be grateful, as I made them entirely holy with my seed. Therefore, you should be grateful too."

"Hahahaha ... Hahaha ... HAHAHAHAHA!!!" The woman cackled madly. "That was the funniest thing I have heard ever since hearing the name of your Gods!"

Slap!

The woman's head was thrown to the side; she was slightly taken aback at Jaheim's action. Turning her head back to him, she glared at him with even more intense hatred than before.

"So, this is the so called holy man of the Church? The God's right hand? Pfft! What a joke! He can't even treat a woman respectfully."

Jaheim frowned. "I have treated you with respect, my child. However, I can't let you mock our Gods, our saviour. I have no choice but to punish you, before the Gods take action."

"Such hypocrisy ... No wonder all of you are afraid of our Lord's power. All of you are nothing but a self-absorbed bastard!"

Jaheim sighed briefly, before smiling once again. "My child, tell me where is your representative." His voice was as soothing as a lullaby, but still held authority.

"Guess what? We got none! You have killed our representative a long time ago!"

"Lying is not a good thing, my child. I know your representative has a successor."

The woman smirked. "Good luck in finding the successor then. I don't know about this successor either."

Jaheim sighed softly. "Very well, my child. I will cleanse you from any sin, so you can enter heaven after your death." Putting his hand to the woman's head, he continued, "Therefore, you shall rejoice!"

The woman smirked, and the symbol on her forehead suddenly shone brightly.

"You and your Gods can go fuck yourselves!" Her eyes shone like a flashlight, and the symbol on her forehead shone more intense.

It didn't take long until a gruesome occurrence ensued.

Boom!

The woman's head exploded, splattering brain mush and every organs in the head at Jaheim.

Of course, he got his own self protection. A golden light barrier covered his entire existence, protecting him from getting hit by anything the exploded head produced.

When everything had settled down, Jaheim's golden barrier got deactivated. He looked at the headless body of the woman, and shook his head in disappointment.

"It is already the sixth time. They really are resilient." He sighed. "I can't let these heretics roam the world freely, spreading false teaching. They need to be eradicated as soon as possible."

Jaheim clasped his hands, and pulled them close to his chest. "My Lord, forgive the soul of these pitiful people, and show me the way to figure out the heretics amongst your faithful sevants."

That day, the Cathedral sent another team of Paladins to hunt for the heretics. Their destination was the Beyond.

...

Two weeks had passed since Caesar figured out the Bewitchment casted upon him. His Battle with Basil was really ceaseless, and Basil really pushed himself to the breaking point. It had been a month, and Basil only got his first sleep today.

The sleep hadn't even been voluntary. He had fallen asleep in the middle of their Battle as his body was too fatigued to bear the burden anymore.

Although Caesar was amazed at his Young Master's tenacity. He was slightly afraid of his Young Master's method to train himself.

Therefore, when Basil fell asleep for the first time, he let him sleep as comfortable as possible: he stayed far away from his Basil's resting place to not bother him.

Of course, it was just a misunderstanding in Caesar's part. Basil wasn't sleeping; he needed a full concentration on what he was currently doing.

Basil was on the verge of breaking through to the Green Core Stage. He would have a higher quality of Qi, once he managed to breakthrough!