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As the Magic Barrier was perfectly established, Caesar could leave the vicinity of the tunnel with Basil, and ran to the cell chamber. He could just teleport himself along with Basil, but Basil's condition didn't make [Teleportation] possible.

Even if Basil didn't show any sign of being in pain, he knew how much pain Basil must be enduring. He couldn't just exacerbate the situation by letting Basil experience Spatial Bump; he would worsen the injuries Basil had.

Therefore, he could only cast the best Motion Spell he had on his body to accelerate his travelling speed.

Knight undoubtedly had a way more durable physique, and ridiculous strength than any other human being. Still, Knight or not, once one is injured, one still feels pain.

In some instances where someone with Knight physique got injured, it would mean the magnitude of the attack they had received wasn't something one could scoff at.

Logically speaking, if even someone with body as sturdy as that could be injured, an ordinary human with normal physique—Mage or not—would have died.

That just proved how dangerous Basil's Technique considering what it had done to his body.

[Synchronization] is the highest level of Sword Understanding one can ever reach. The only people who managed to attain this level of enlightenment were Purple Core Knights.

Not only was it hard to attain, but the requirements were also high. It was simply impossible for a Low Rank—Green core—Knight to attain it.

Moreover, not just all Purple Core Knights could get the enlightenment; only a selected few like Basil could.

With that being said, Basil was playing with something he couldn't handle yet. He was playing with fire without something to extinguish it. When he was too close to the fire, of course, he got burned.

This is exactly what had happened to him. Although he was using the imperfect [Synchronization] due to his inadequate level, the burden it gave was still too much for the already fatigued body of his to handle.

He had been safe in using [Synchronization] for all this time due to his excellent physical state. He could always strengthen his body with Qi, and even added up [Reinforcement] on top of it to endure the backlash.

However, the earlier event hadn't been like that. His muscles were already strained so much, it had been bewildering how they didn't break yet; he had fought too long with [Reinforcement], his ineffectively utilized Mana started eroding his body.

When he had strengthened his already on the breaking point body with his Qi, it had exacerbated his physical state. When finally he had used [Synchronization], the burden the Technique it gave to his body became simply unbearable.

After a few minutes of running with the help of his Motion Spell, Caesar had finally arrived at the cell chamber. Quickly opening the door of the lowest cell, he entered it, then put Basil on the bamboo bed carefully.

He properly looked at Basil's condition, and couldn't help clicking his tongue. In this kind of isolated, and Mana thinned place, Basil's recovery rate would be slow. He knew a Recovery Spell, but he was hesitant to cast it on Basil.

He didn't have his Grimoire with him, and he was concerned of the stability of his Spell when it was casted. Instead of healing Basil's injury, he was afraid he would worsen his injuries.

One might wonder what is Recovery Spell, since it was believed that healing was the specialty of Priest; they possessed Miracle that was specifically used to heal people.

However, like Basil had said, it was nothing but a misconception made out of prejudice and seclusion. Each sides were too busy to keep their own secret, they never truly learned each other's power.

In the past, way before Priest even existed, there had been also Mages who could heal people. To success in their endeavor, they casted Recovery Spell on the injured people.

Recovery Spell was made by imitating what Clear Water did to ordinary people. More than an instance had the Mages of the past witnessed a heavily ill, ordinary person got healed after drinking it.

Curiosity evokes creativity; creativity bears creation. Through a year long of research conducted by some highly talented Mages, Recovery Spell was created in the twentieth year of the last war with Demons.

Although it is not as effective as what Miracle does, it still can save lives if used at the right time.

Caesar sighed, and determined himself to cast a Recovery Spell on Basil. Although he hadn't used it for a long time already, he believed his training in the past would never disappoint him.

Extending his hand forward, he put his palm above Basil's chest, and slowly chanted the Spell he hadn't casted for 2000 years. Slowly, but surely his palm glowed in faint blue light, and Basil was exposed to it.

However, even before he finished chanting the Spell, Basil abruptly grasped his hand, cancelling the Spell in one go.

"Young Master?" Caesar was slightly bewildered. Upon remembering Basil's cautious nature however, he quickly reassured Basil, "Don't worry, I am not—"

"I know it is a Recovery Spell. However, you shall stop," Basil said calmly without even opening his eyes. "You will be tainting my Magic Circle with your Mana, if you cast that on me." Right after that, he let go of Caesar's hand.

Caesar stayed silent for a moment, before nodding his head in understanding; he had finally realized what Basil meant.

It was an aspect he had forgotten about Recovery Spell: it could only work by injecting one's Mana into the system of the injured.

Normally, tainting one's Magic Circle with a foreign Mana in exchange of one's recovery is a small price to pay. One can slowly expell the foreign Mana out of one's Magic Circle once one has recovered enough.

However, in Basil's case, things were different. He was in the middle of his Circle Recarving. If he were to accept Caesar's Mana into his Magic Circle, the Recarving process would be hampered significantly.

With how much time he had left, that would be the last thing he wanted to happen.

"Young Master, with how things are going on, your recovery ... Will take a longer time than you think."

"Reminder is unnecessary, Caesar. I am aware of that," Basil replied.

"Then, why—"

"I will do it my way."

At that, Basil infused his Qi into his Spatial Ring, and took out a small bottle of Morning Dew. He took out two pills out of the jade bottle, before gulping them in one go. Putting the bottle right beside his head, he closed his eyes once again.

Caesar blinked his eyes at the unexpected development. He had never entertained the thought that Basil might have prepared something in advance to help himself in this kind of situation. Once again, he was amazed at Basil's meticulousness.

One might wonder what Morning Dew was, and the answer was, as one had expected, a Catalyst.

Basil had concocted this Catalyst around a month and a half ago with the resources he had gotten from Jacinda for winning the Regional Tournament.

If Crystal Clear lowered one's body resistance toward the Nature Mana that was about to enter one's body, Morning Dew increased one's capability to utilize Mana. Moreover, it could also help one expell the impurity in one's body.

Although Morning Dew wouldn't help in a fight, it really helped if one was injured, just like Basil's current situation. Morning Dew was, shortly, a better version of Crystal Clear.

Caesar sat himself on the ground, and leaned his body onto the wall of the cell, while silently watching Basil's body slowly recovered in slight fascination.

Although it wasn't his first time seeing a quick regeneration rate, something fascinating can never get old.

Minutes of silence passed, until it was broken by Basil.

"Why, Caesar?"

"Yes?" Caesar quirked his eyebrow at the ambiguous question.

"Why are you helping me?"

Caesar scratched his head. "Well, as I have said, I have been one of Pacifer Clan's servants. Serving a Pacifer is an honor to me."

"That is not what I am asking about, and you know it."

Caesar stayed silent; he couldn't answer Basil's question. What exactly could he say? He had done everything out of instinct.

The appearance of his esteemed Lady, Basil's heritage, and status as the Fragment Bearer; all of this was his reason.

He couldn't answer how exactly he could develop an instant loyalty to Basil. However, he strongly believed that anyone chosen by his Lord was someone worthy of having his loyalty. Because of that, he had never doubted Basil in the least bit.

"..." Caesar grunted softly in discomfort. "It's a sense of duty ... And hope."

"That is a bold word. What exactly do you hope from me, Caesar?"

"I think it will be salvation ..." He said unsurely. "Even if the war has ended, we are not salvaged yet; we are still drown in the same misery, that is, human greed."

"Are you hoping I will be able to eradicate it?" Even if Basil said it casually, Caesar could sense the amusement in his tone.

Caesar shook his head. "No, that is not what I mean. I mean ... I am hoping for Young Master to be able to end the misfortune that is caused by ... Human greed."

"Is that so? I am sensing you are hiding something, though."

Caesar didn't say anything, and it was enough of a confirmation for Basil. He dropped the matter entirely, then stayed silent; he focused on healing himself instead.

Caesar smiled bitterly, and shook his head helplessly. There would be a time where Basil would understand everything, and now wasn't the time.

Just like that, a day and a half passed, and Basil was fully recovered.