Find, He Doth Not; Make, He Doth (End)

As the tears from the students of Rehearsal Class dropped to the ground at Whitney's death, Basil silently left the tent. He didn't want the others to notice that he was the only person that didn't cry.

Although he appreciated Whitney's company for the time they had spent together, he wasn't as close to him as they were. It was hard for him to feel anything, but he could still respect Whitney as an acquaintance.

He had shown his kindness by blessing Whitney before he passed away. It was a big deal considering that Whitney wasn't a Pacifer.

Not only that, Basil had even quickened Whitney's death. He knew Whitney would have to suffer for another week before eventually passing away from his rampaging Mana, and he didn't want Whitney to go through that.

Whitney's heart was already damaged, and the reason why his condition had kept deteriorating was the fact that his heart couldn't fully control the Mana in the Magic Circles Carved on his heart.