Inside of the magic council.
As a meeting between the various Archmages took place at the Magic Council, Archmage Withered Soul, who usually stayed silent with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.
Without warning, the old-looking archmage sat up from his chair before walking out of the meeting room without saying any words.
The moment he walked out of the meeting room, a dark smoke suddenly enveloped Archmage Withered Soul.
"What is it?" asked Withered Soul as he suddenly took out a small crystal from his robe.
After Withered Soul said those words, a small figure suddenly emerged from the crystal.
"Teacher, I have found traces of Selena," said Mr. Errol as he looked at his teacher.
Hearing the name of his former apprentice, a vein suddenly popped up on Withered Soul's forehead.
"Did you meet her yourself?" asked Withered Soul as he seriously looked at his other apprentice.
Hearing his teacher's words, Mr. Errol shook his head.
"My apprentice met her, but rather surprisingly, she survived and wasn't even controlled," said Mr. Errol as a frown appeared on his face.
"Don't be so relaxed, a few hundred years ago when I had just taken you in, Selena was already almost an Archmage, even though you have begun transforming your soul, you shouldn't underestimate her, otherwise you may face death," said Archmage Withered Soul as thoughts swirled within his mind.
"Teacher, don't worry, I made sure my apprentice wasn't controlled," said Mr. Errol, causing Withered Soul to nod.
After Mr. Errol told his teacher what Beatrice had told him, Archmage withered soul frowned.
"How does your apprentice look?" suddenly asked Withered Soul as a guess suddenly appeared in his mind.
Suddenly, a projection of Beatrice suddenly appeared in front of Archmage Withered Soul, causing him to confirm his guess.
"I see, so that's why she was spared," mumbled Archmage Withered soul, shaking his head.
'Estes city, Dyon Kingdom,' thought Archmage withered soul before suddenly turning into a cloud of smoke then disappearing, without saying any word's to Mr. Errol
...
As she walked away from the mission counter with fifty more elemental stones in hand, Beatrice couldn't help but be happy, but sadly, Beatrice then walked up to another counter before beginning to spend her hard-earned elemental stones.
Several minutes later, Beatrice walked away from the counter with an unconscious teenager on her shoulder.
Thinking about how forty of her newly acquired two hundred and fifty elemental stones were gone, Beatrice couldn't help but feel invisible tears streaming down her face.
But of course, in the process of creating a new servant for herself, a potion, as well as a bomb to control him in case of emergencies, were completely necessary, as such, Beatrice could only grit her teeth and spend her elemental stones.
As soon as Beatrice walked back into her room, the first thing was to take William, the name of her new servant, tie him to the metal bed in the experimental room, and fill him with anesthetics, so as to keep him asleep.
After that, Beatrice then took out one hundred and twenty elemental stones, half of what she had just obtained, and put them into her savings, increasing them to over two hundred elemental stones.
Only after doing those two things did Beatrice have a chance to take a deep breath and sit cross-legged on her bed to examine her current situation.
"At least It's not all bad, I at least got some gains," thought Beatrice as she thought about what she had obtained from going on the mission, with her most obvious gain being the elemental stones she had obtained.
But compared with the elemental stones, Beatrice was much more satisfied with something else, not the fact that she had become a Grand Knight as she already thought she was close to achieving that, but rather, the improvement in her spiritual power.
'A battle between life and death was really helpful towards my spiritual power,' thought Beatrice as she remembered how big of a diference her spiritual power had in not only her ability to manipulate people but also her battle strength.
Even though she was quite happy about her improvements, Beatrice couldn't help but have a headache about a problem she had discovered.
"Why was I so stupid and didn't escape," mumbled Beatrice as she remembered how she recklessly charged into the last remaining zombies, as if she did not have any worries in the world, and if she did not have anything to fear from death.
Beatrice almost wanted to bash her head in, but after taking a deep breath, she once again began refining mana, so as to increase her capacity.
Several hours later,
Feeling the hot water wash over her, Beatrice couldn't help but take in a deep breath, as all of her worries were seemingly washed away.
After a while, Beatrice walked out of the shower, but on her night-dress and threw herself into bed.
...
The next day,
As she read the information about her new slave, William, a smile couldn't help but appear on Beatrice's face as she walked into the experiment room, knowing that he should wake up soon, based on the amount of anesthetic she had thrown into him.
Because of this, Beatrice walked up behind William before touching the two sides of his forehead with her fingers.
"Wake up, my little guy," said Beatrice as she began sending dark mana into William's head, feeling no large resistance, Beatrice smiled.
As William was much younger than Christian, he had less experience and could not resist as heavily, and at the same time, Beatrice's spiritual power was even higher than when she controlled Christian.
William only opened his eyes for a few moments, before once again closing his eyes without much resistance.
Several hours later,
'I still can't do this without a potion,' thought Beatrice as she suddenly took out a potion from her robe before drinking it.
After that, Beatrice continued sending more and dark mana into William's brain, slowly morphing it to her liking.