The moment the slave trader began melting, his guards suddenly took action, five of them took out their sword and lunged toward Ella, attacking her, while at the same time, the other five surrounded their master, as if to protect him.
But sadly for these guards, all of their struggles was meaningless, as merely a moment after they took action, they too began melting.
Only a fraction of a moment later, the slave trader, as well as his ten guards were all dead, leaving only Ella standing in the middle of the room, with no emotion visible in her eyes.
After a few moments, Ella walked out of the room, seemingly determined to continue her search.
...
At this moment, Beatrice was sitting on her bed with a large book in her hands, occasionally flipping to the next page.
But as Beatrice once again read quickly read through an entire page of the book, taking in a deep breath before flipping to another page, her hand suddenly stopped in mid air, just as it was flipping to the next page.
Although Beatrice did not have to use her hands to flip to the next pages of books, she still did so, as using her mind to do so was seemingly not as convenient for her.
After Beatrice's hand froze in the air for a few more moments, Beatrice then took in another deep breath, then, Beatrice slowly placed the book on the bed before sitting cross-legged next to it as an surprised expression could be seen on her face.
'It's quite early,' thought Beatrice as she then closed her eyes and began steadily breathing.
Then, Beatrice finally let go, as her breaths became more and more frequent, causing her body to slowly but surely begin convulsing.
Slowly but surely, a transformation began taking place inside of Beatrice's body.
Although Beatrice had lost her body from her past life, and as such, was merely an Offical Knight right now, she still had the mastery of her Knight breathing technique from her past life.
As such, in the background and without spending any time truly focusing on it, Beatrice's knight training quickly flew by, strengthening her body, letting her come closer and closer to becoming a Grand Knight as soon as possible.
Even though Beatrice expected to become a Grand Knight sooner rather than later, her estimates did not predict that she would do so this early.
Ignoring these protruding thoughts, Beatrice focused on the transformation of her body, as her breaths slowly began stabilizing.
Over thirty minutes later,
In these past thirty minutes, Beatrice carefully felt her transformation to becoming a Grand Knight, not moving her body in the slightest, in fear of disturbing it or causing some adverse side effects for herself.
Right now, over thirty minutes after her transformation began, Beatrice suddenly opened her eyes, some disappointment flashing through them.
"As expected, compared to the transformation caused by advancing as a Mage, this is way too shallow," mumbled Beatrice as she tightened her fist, feeling the large power contained in it.
But even though becoming a Grand Knight increased the power of her body, Beatrice was still disappointed.
Suddenly a knock was heard on the door.
"Come in," said Beatrice as she got up from the bed, no longer sitting cross-legged.
A moment after that, Elias walked in with two plates filled with food in his hands, causing some weird thoughts to appear in Beatrice's mind.
Looking at Elias and then at the unappetizing food in his hands, a scene suddenly appeared in Beatrice's mind, Elias sitting on a table with his organs taken out.
As she thought about that scene, Beatrice couldn't help but unconsciously bite her lips, causing her gaze towards Elias to subtly change.
"Leave them on a table and leave," said Beatrice as she walked into the bathroom with a weird look on her face, leaving Elias behind.
"Yes mistress," said Elias, quickly leaving both the plates and the cutlery on a table before quickly exiting the room.
...
Feeling the hot water from the shower wash over her body, Beatrice let out a soft sigh, feeling quite annoyed with her current body.
Although the power of her current body was not that bad, compared with her previous one from when she had become a Peak Mage Apprentice, the rest of it's qualities were too far off.
The thing that annoyed Beatrice the most was by far sleeping, in her past life at her peak, Beatrice could sustain herself with an incredibly reduced amount of sleep.
"I will find you," mumbled Beatrice as she suddenly walked out from under the shower an annoyed look appearing on her face once again as her thoughts about sleeping caused her to once again think about her death.
After a few more moments, Beatrice dressed up a little before putting on a robe and walking out of the bathroom and back into her room.
Feeling the tasteless food but nutritious food that was entering her mouth, a look of annoyance couldn't help but flash on Beatrice's face once again.
But then, a few moments after that, a thought couldn't help but flash through Beatrice's mind.
'Have I become easier to annoy after my death?' thought Beatrice, as slowly but surely, a true frown appeared on her face.
...
As Beatrice was sitting on her bed, she began looking through all of her memories since she had been reincarnated, eventually landing on a certain memory that had happened today.
Ever since Beatrice was reborn, she had never been truly annoyed.
Back when she was at the Shadow Monastery, Beatrice had no time to be annoyed, as she had to think of a plan of escape.
And as she became the apprentice of the Witch of Death, not only did her teacher treat her pretty well, contrary to her expectations, but even if did not treat her well, Beatrice could do nothing about it.
As Beatrice thought about it, the fact that today was the first time since Beatrice had been reborn that she was annoyed rang alarm bells in her mind.
"If I was in my past life, would I have ever thought about killing someone still useful to me if I was annoyed?" asked Beatrice, already knowing the answer.
Although Beatrice had killed for fun in the past, she did not even think about killing those useful to her.
At this moment, a certain scene hidden in Beatrice's mind slowly revealed itself to her.
The moment the slave trader began melting, his guards suddenly took action, five of them took out their sword and lunged toward Ella, attacking her, while at the same time, the other five surrounded their master, as if to protect him.
But sadly for these guards, all of their struggles was meaningless, as merely a moment after they took action, they too began melting.
Only a fraction of a moment later, the slave trader, as well as his ten guards were all dead, leaving only Ella standing in the middle of the room, with no emotion visible in her eyes.
After a few moments, Ella walked out of the room, seemingly determined to continue her search.
...
At this moment, Beatrice was sitting on her bed with a large book in her hands, occasionally flipping to the next page.
But as Beatrice once again read quickly read through an entire page of the book, taking in a deep breath before flipping to another page, her hand suddenly stopped in mid air, just as it was flipping to the next page.
Although Beatrice did not have to use her hands to flip to the next pages of books, she still did so, as using her mind to do so was seemingly not as convenient for her.
After Beatrice's hand froze in the air for a few more moments, Beatrice then took in another deep breath, then, Beatrice slowly placed the book on the bed before sitting cross-legged next to it as an surprised expression could be seen on her face.
'It's quite early,' thought Beatrice as she then closed her eyes and began steadily breathing.
Then, Beatrice finally let go, as her breaths became more and more frequent, causing her body to slowly but surely begin convulsing.
Slowly but surely, a transformation began taking place inside of Beatrice's body.
Although Beatrice had lost her body from her past life, and as such, was merely an Offical Knight right now, she still had the mastery of her Knight breathing technique from her past life.
As such, in the background and without spending any time truly focusing on it, Beatrice's knight training quickly flew by, strengthening her body, letting her come closer and closer to becoming a Grand Knight as soon as possible.
Even though Beatrice expected to become a Grand Knight sooner rather than later, her estimates did not predict that she would do so this early.
Ignoring these protruding thoughts, Beatrice focused on the transformation of her body, as her breaths slowly began stabilizing.
Over thirty minutes later,
In these past thirty minutes, Beatrice carefully felt her transformation to becoming a Grand Knight, not moving her body in the slightest, in fear of disturbing it or causing some adverse side effects for herself.
Right now, over thirty minutes after her transformation began, Beatrice suddenly opened her eyes, some disappointment flashing through them.
"As expected, compared to the transformation caused by advancing as a Mage, this is way too shallow," mumbled Beatrice as she tightened her fist, feeling the large power contained in it.
But even though becoming a Grand Knight increased the power of her body, Beatrice was still disappointed.
Suddenly a knock was heard on the door.
"Come in," said Beatrice as she got up from the bed, no longer sitting cross-legged.
A moment after that, Elias walked in with two plates filled with food in his hands, causing some weird thoughts to appear in Beatrice's mind.
Looking at Elias and then at the unappetizing food in his hands, a scene suddenly appeared in Beatrice's mind, Elias sitting on a table with his organs taken out.
As she thought about that scene, Beatrice couldn't help but unconsciously bite her lips, causing her gaze towards Elias to subtly change.
"Leave them on a table and leave," said Beatrice as she walked into the bathroom with a weird look on her face, leaving Elias behind.
"Yes mistress," said Elias, quickly leaving both the plates and the cutlery on a table before quickly exiting the room.
...
Feeling the hot water from the shower wash over her body, Beatrice let out a soft sigh, feeling quite annoyed with her current body.
Although the power of her current body was not that bad, compared with her previous one from when she had become a Peak Mage Apprentice, the rest of it's qualities were too far off.
The thing that annoyed Beatrice the most was by far sleeping, in her past life at her peak, Beatrice could sustain herself with an incredibly reduced amount of sleep.
"I will find you," mumbled Beatrice as she suddenly walked out from under the shower an annoyed look appearing on her face once again as her thoughts about sleeping caused her to once again think about her death.
After a few more moments, Beatrice dressed up a little before putting on a robe and walking out of the bathroom and back into her room.
Feeling the tasteless food but nutritious food that was entering her mouth, a look of annoyance couldn't help but flash on Beatrice's face once again.
But then, a few moments after that, a thought couldn't help but flash through Beatrice's mind.
'Have I become easier to annoy after my death?' thought Beatrice, as slowly but surely, a true frown appeared on her face.
...
As Beatrice was sitting on her bed, she began looking through all of her memories since she had been reincarnated, eventually landing on a certain memory that had happened today.
Ever since Beatrice was reborn, she had never been truly annoyed.
Back when she was at the Shadow Monastery, Beatrice had no time to be annoyed, as she had to think of a plan of escape.
And as she became the apprentice of the Witch of Death, not only did her teacher treat her pretty well, contrary to her expectations, but even if did not treat her well, Beatrice could do nothing about it.
As Beatrice thought about it, the fact that today was the first time since Beatrice had been reborn that she was annoyed rang alarm bells in her mind.
"If I was in my past life, would I have ever thought about killing someone still useful to me if I was annoyed?" asked Beatrice, already knowing the answer.
Although Beatrice had killed for fun in the past, she did not even think about killing those useful to her.
At this moment, a certain scene hidden in Beatrice's mind slowly revealed itself to her.
