Knowing Mr. Errol appeared in a corner, Beatrice immediately controlled a Dark Bolt to launch itself at him, but at the same time, did something else.
'As I expected, he restrained himself to the level of a Mage Apprentice,' thought Beatrice before putting her plan in action.
Merely a fraction of a moment later, Beatrice silently hurled another spell at Mr. Errol, the Dark Hint spell.
Suddenly, Beatrice felt herself lose control of the Dark Bolt she launched at her teacher, causing her to smile suddenly.
At the same time as Mr. Errol was focused on this, another Dark Bolt suddenly flashed from Mr. Errol's blindspot and towards his leg.
Because of the Dark Hint, Mr. Errol was too focused on the first Dark Bolt, as such, the next one went unnoticed, smashing into the Dark Barrier around him.
'Even though I sealed myself, to be able to even slightly influence me, that's even better than I expected,' thought Mr. Errol as he suddenly appeared back in his seat.
Truthfully, although it was impressive, the only reason Beatrice managed to accomplish this feat was that Mr. Errol was not on his guard against Beatrice, thinking that her spiritual power was not enough to even slightly influence him.
"You did better than I expected, right now, you should focus on increasing your mana and perfecting the mastery of your spells, rather than learning new ones," said Mr. Errol as a book appeared in his hands, and he seemingly began reading it.
...
Walking out of Mr. Errol's office, Beatrice couldn't help but fall into thought.
'Focusing on perfecting my spells, that should be alright,' thought Beatrice as she walked back to her room.
"William, take out all of the tools from the experiment room," said Beatrice, the moment she walked back into her room and sat down on the bed.
As she looked at William, who was taking out fragile tool from the experiment, so as to not leave any chance for Beatrice to destroy them while training using her spells, Beatrice couldn't help but fall into her memories.
...
"Miss Beatrice, it is almost time for dinner," said William, as he opened the door and bowed to the young Beatrice, being followed by two maids, one being visibly younger than the other.
Hearing that, Beatrice couldn't help but let out a defeated sigh before looking at the maids.
"Prepare me a bath," said Beatrice, causing the maids to silently walk towards a side extension of Beatrice's room.
Seeing that the young miss was agreeable this time, William couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, before beginning to walk out of the room, still bowing.
But suddenly, Beatrice turned towards William, her total focus now being placed on the butler.
Looking at the grey hair on top of William's head, Beatrice wanted to say something, but after a few moments, decided not to say anything, and to leave the old butler alone.
But even so, that single grey hair, continued being imprinted in Beatrice's mind, even as she stepped into the bath.
Feeling two sets of hands washing her, Beatrice let out a relaxed groan, and at the same time, a question popped up into her mind.
"Alicia, do you think there's Eternal Life somewhere?" asked Beatrice, staring at the maid, that was barely older than herself.
Hearing the question, Alicia couldn't help but fall into doubt for a few moments, before answering.
"I haven't heard of anyone that has ever lived eternally, but Knights do live somewhat longer than normal humans, so I think If someone becomes a powerful enough knight, they could become immortal," said Alicia as she scratched her face, unsure of her answer.
Hearing that answer, Beatrice couldn't help but fall into thought at that moment.
"Hmm, I see," mumbled Beatrice, having decided what to do.
...
"Greetings, Mother, father," said Beatrice as she slightly bowed to her parents.
Seeing this, a smile appeared on the face of Iris.
"Did you have a good morning?" asked Iris as she stared at her daughter, at the same time, she couldn't help but touch her bulging stomach from time to time.
"Hmm, Very good," said Beatrice as she sat down at the table, with no apparent expression on her face.
Seeing this, Renald, couldn't help but smile.
'It looks like Beatrice is in a good mood today,' thought Renald as he looked at his daughter, when suddenly Beatrice opened her mouth.
"Father, can you give me a knight's breathing technique?" asked Beatrice, causing Renald to suddenly smile.
"Of course, I will get a few of them for you, so that you can choose the one that you prefer," said Renald, happy that his daughter, who did not ask for much, finally had a request for him.
Later that day,
Looking at the old butler in front of him, Renald suddenly became serious.
"William, I want you to supervise Beatrice while she's training, with your skills I'm sure you can do so," said Renald, still slightly worried for his daughter.
"Do not worry, Sir Renald, even if I die, I will not let anything happen to the young miss," said William as determination filled the face of the butler.
...
Two weeks later,
Slashing a sword again and again, Beatrice did her best to resist falling to the ground, but even though she was determined in her training, after only two weeks, she really did not have the physical strength to continue training for more than three hours.
Suddenly, Beatrice opened her eyes, causing her to be able to clearly see the grey hair on William's head.
The moment that grey hair entered her vision, Beatrice seemed to gain new strength, allowing her to continue on with her training.
'If I give up so soon, will I ever live eternally?' asked herself, Beatrice, knowing the answer to the question.
Half an hour later,
As she continued slashing her sword, Beatrice's breathing slowly but surely began transforming, from normal breathing, to the knight's breathing technique, which she was trying to master.
Suddenly, It seemed as if Beatrice had truly regained her vigor, as all of the exhaustion in her eyes faded away.
Looking at Beatrice, a smile couldn't help but appear on William's face.
'Only two weeks, as expected of the young miss,' thought William, staring at Beatrice.
Knowing Mr. Errol appeared in a corner, Beatrice immediately controlled a Dark Bolt to launch itself at him, but at the same time, did something else.
'As I expected, he restrained himself to the level of a Mage Apprentice,' thought Beatrice before putting her plan in action.
Merely a fraction of a moment later, Beatrice silently hurled another spell at Mr. Errol, the Dark Hint spell.
Suddenly, Beatrice felt herself lose control of the Dark Bolt she launched at her teacher, causing her to smile suddenly.
At the same time as Mr. Errol was focused on this, another Dark Bolt suddenly flashed from Mr. Errol's blindspot and towards his leg.
Because of the Dark Hint, Mr. Errol was too focused on the first Dark Bolt, as such, the next one went unnoticed, smashing into the Dark Barrier around him.
'Even though I sealed myself, to be able to even slightly influence me, that's even better than I expected,' thought Mr. Errol as he suddenly appeared back in his seat.
Truthfully, although it was impressive, the only reason Beatrice managed to accomplish this feat was that Mr. Errol was not on his guard against Beatrice, thinking that her spiritual power was not enough to even slightly influence him.
"You did better than I expected, right now, you should focus on increasing your mana and perfecting the mastery of your spells, rather than learning new ones," said Mr. Errol as a book appeared in his hands, and he seemingly began reading it.
...
Walking out of Mr. Errol's office, Beatrice couldn't help but fall into thought.
'Focusing on perfecting my spells, that should be alright,' thought Beatrice as she walked back to her room.
"William, take out all of the tools from the experiment room," said Beatrice, the moment she walked back into her room and sat down on the bed.
As she looked at William, who was taking out fragile tool from the experiment, so as to not leave any chance for Beatrice to destroy them while training using her spells, Beatrice couldn't help but fall into her memories.
...
"Miss Beatrice, it is almost time for dinner," said William, as he opened the door and bowed to the young Beatrice, being followed by two maids, one being visibly younger than the other.
Hearing that, Beatrice couldn't help but let out a defeated sigh before looking at the maids.
"Prepare me a bath," said Beatrice, causing the maids to silently walk towards a side extension of Beatrice's room.
Seeing that the young miss was agreeable this time, William couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, before beginning to walk out of the room, still bowing.
But suddenly, Beatrice turned towards William, her total focus now being placed on the butler.
Looking at the grey hair on top of William's head, Beatrice wanted to say something, but after a few moments, decided not to say anything, and to leave the old butler alone.
But even so, that single grey hair, continued being imprinted in Beatrice's mind, even as she stepped into the bath.
Feeling two sets of hands washing her, Beatrice let out a relaxed groan, and at the same time, a question popped up into her mind.
"Alicia, do you think there's Eternal Life somewhere?" asked Beatrice, staring at the maid, that was barely older than herself.
Hearing the question, Alicia couldn't help but fall into doubt for a few moments, before answering.
"I haven't heard of anyone that has ever lived eternally, but Knights do live somewhat longer than normal humans, so I think If someone becomes a powerful enough knight, they could become immortal," said Alicia as she scratched her face, unsure of her answer.
Hearing that answer, Beatrice couldn't help but fall into thought at that moment.
"Hmm, I see," mumbled Beatrice, having decided what to do.
...
"Greetings, Mother, father," said Beatrice as she slightly bowed to her parents.
Seeing this, a smile appeared on the face of Iris.
"Did you have a good morning?" asked Iris as she stared at her daughter, at the same time, she couldn't help but touch her bulging stomach from time to time.
"Hmm, Very good," said Beatrice as she sat down at the table, with no apparent expression on her face.
Seeing this, Renald, couldn't help but smile.
'It looks like Beatrice is in a good mood today,' thought Renald as he looked at his daughter, when suddenly Beatrice opened her mouth.
"Father, can you give me a knight's breathing technique?" asked Beatrice, causing Renald to suddenly smile.
"Of course, I will get a few of them for you, so that you can choose the one that you prefer," said Renald, happy that his daughter, who did not ask for much, finally had a request for him.
Later that day,
Looking at the old butler in front of him, Renald suddenly became serious.
"William, I want you to supervise Beatrice while she's training, with your skills I'm sure you can do so," said Renald, still slightly worried for his daughter.
"Do not worry, Sir Renald, even if I die, I will not let anything happen to the young miss," said William as determination filled the face of the butler.
...
Two weeks later,
Slashing a sword again and again, Beatrice did her best to resist falling to the ground, but even though she was determined in her training, after only two weeks, she really did not have the physical strength to continue training for more than three hours.
Suddenly, Beatrice opened her eyes, causing her to be able to clearly see the grey hair on William's head.
The moment that grey hair entered her vision, Beatrice seemed to gain new strength, allowing her to continue on with her training.
'If I give up so soon, will I ever live eternally?' asked herself, Beatrice, knowing the answer to the question.
Half an hour later,
As she continued slashing her sword, Beatrice's breathing slowly but surely began transforming, from normal breathing, to the knight's breathing technique, which she was trying to master.
Suddenly, It seemed as if Beatrice had truly regained her vigor, as all of the exhaustion in her eyes faded away.
Looking at Beatrice, a smile couldn't help but appear on William's face.
'Only two weeks, as expected of the young miss,' thought William, staring at Beatrice.
