Looking at the crushed elemental stone powder she created, Beatrice felt a large amount of heartache, but even so she still mixed the powder into a liquid before putting it into a syringe.
Without saying anything else, Beatrice began walking towards John with the syringe in hand.
Seeing this John tried his best to escape his restraints as his body moved erratically, but sadly his strength as a knight seemed to have been sapped from him.
Suddenly, John fainted as Beatrice moved closer to him.
"The medicine worked well," mumbled Beatrice as she looked at the unconscious John before taking a look at his upper arm.
After a few seconds of searching, Beatrice finally found a suitable vein, the promptly plucked the syringe into it, injecting all of it's contents into John, body, and after that, Beatrice took out the syringe before making sure John did not lose too much blood.
Suddenly, as Beatrice was looking at the tiny hole caused by the syringe, John opened his eyes and began struggling against the restraints.
At the same time, John let out a loud scream.
After struggling for a few minutes, John finally saw hope as he began being able to move his head, after that John did something that surprised Beatrice a lot.
Without any warning, John began banging his head against the back of the bed with as much force as he could, causing Beatrice to fall into thought.
Suddenly, a cracking noise was heard as John smashed his head against the bed one more time before stopping.
"I need to add more restraints," mumbled Beatrice as she looked at John, who had committed suicide for an unknown reason.
...
'Subject committed suicide, assumed cause, pain, completely opposite of the previous subject, require further experimentation to see if this is an anomaly of whether powerful knights do have a certain resistance to elemental' wrote Beatrice into her notebook before closing it.
After putting the notebook into her robe, Beatrice went to her now tidy experimental room to pick up a large bag, even though Beatrice was an Offical Knight as well as a Mage Apprentice, and could easily lift over one hundred kilograms, she still found the huge bag somewhat heavy.
Taking the bag, Beatrice exited her room before walking to a particular section of the school, the trash disposal area.
As soon as one entered the trash disposal area, one could see two large holes, the end of neither hole could be seen as the two seemed to stretch for eternity.
Walking up to one of the holes, Beatrice held her nose with one hand while untying the bag with the other causing three bodies to fall into the hole that was meant for organic waste before throwing the bag into the other hole.
"I need to take a bath," mumbled Beatrice as she walked out of the trash disposal area with a heavy smell of blood on her.
...
After taking a bath, Beatrice returned to her bed and began reading a book, actually no, rather, Beatrice was rereading a few pages from a book over and over again.
'Basic Dark Magic Spells Vol 15 Section 1: Dark Bolt'
For mages, there exist two ways to use magic power, the first being to rely on instinct, brute force or knowledge, the effects of this method are considered weak, an example of this method being the dark knife created by Beatrice when she was experimenting.
Although sharper than normal knives, this knife has no practical use in combat and at the same time it drained Beatrice greatly, draining 11.34 out of her approximately 13 points of mana
The only mages that can use method for combat are those ancient Offical Mages or Archmages whose knowledge had reached an incredibly unfathomable level, this, in fact, led to the creation of the second method.
Even though these mages were unfathomably powerful, they, of course, could not be everywhere at the same time, as such, they created spells, rigid ways to use magical power to imitate their power, as to strengthen their subordinates.
Sometimes these spells were still too complicated for some people, as such, they were further simplified into even more basic and weaker forms.
This was the true origin of the spells Beatrice was studying right now.
'Dark Bolt, Rank 0 spell, simplified version of Rank 1 spell dark arrow, Mana Efficiency Coefficient 4'
Looking at the large diagram that covered the entire page, Beatrice couldn't help but be dazzled by it's mysteries.
The diagram, or spell circle of the Dark Bolt spell was divided into two parts, the bolt itself and the control module.
As she looked at the method to construct the bold, Beatrice couldn't help but read it once again, and again, and again.
...
A week later,
Right now Beatrice could be seen sitting still in the middle of a room with a half meter thick iron plate sitting in front of her, around ten meters away.
Suddenly, a serious expression appeared on Beatrice's face as she looked at the iron plate in front of her, causing Beatrice to close her eyes and take a deep breath.
This state continued for over two seconds before a dark light began gathering in front of Beatrice, in only half a second, the dark light gathered into the shape of a small bolt, and then a moment later, the bolt rapidly went towards the iron plate.
Even though she managed to see the bolt as it traveled towards the iron plate, Beatrice doubted whether she could control it, however, Beatrice did not have much time for doubts, as the bolt arrived in front of the iron plate a moment later.
Suddenly, a white barrier extended from the floor and in front of Beatrice as sharp shards of iron flew in all directions from the now-destroyed iron plate.
"How much damage could this do if it hit someone?" mumbled Beatrice as she imagined the scene while at the same time she looked at the bolt that was stuck in the wall of the room, thinking about how far this bolt could reach if not for the protective barrier of the room.