At the same time, in Deasdon City, Dyon Kingdom.
Looking at her little brother, Elias, who had yet to wake up eleven hours after she had gotten her hands on him, a dark look hung on Ella's face.
Suddenly, that look disappeared, as Elias, who had been unmoving up until now, suddenly flinched, shivering, as if he was afraid.
Seeing this, Ella suddenly embraced her brother, holding him tightly whilst patting his head.
"Elias, you don't have to be afraid, sister is here," mumbled Ella, causing Elias' eyes to slightly move.
After a few moments, Elias' eyes couldn't help but fully open, causing the fear on his face to be wiped away the moment he saw his sister.
Without saying anything, the still-shivering Elias hugged his sister, simply enjoying her presence.
...
At the same time, whilst Elias and his sister were having a joyous reunion, in her underground home, Beatrice also had a source of joy at the moment.
Although the coincidence unnerved Beatrice quite a lot, she could do nothing to make sure that it wasn't harmful to her, as such, Beatrice could only continue moving on as if it hadn't happened.
As she stared at the Logic Core in front of her, Beatrice couldn't help but touch her eyes, as she was completely unable to focus on her work today, with her mind continuously going to Elias, and whether Beatrice had done anything.
Had she left any traces that might lead back to her?
Had she fully wiped any and wall memories from his brain?
Was she thorough enough in wiping his soul?
Although she had the answer to all of these questions, for some reason, Beatrice couldn't help but feel somewhat weird as she thought about them, especially the last one.
Suddenly, Beatrice froze in place, as she moved her head down and stared at the logic core in front of her.
At this moment, as she was thinking about the soul, she couldn't help but notice something, a tiny, nearly insignificant thing she hadn't noticed up until now.
Staring at the Logic Core in front of her, Beatrice's point of view suddenly shifted, as she no longer looked at it as if it was just an object, but rather, looked at it as if it was a living being.
A tiny, insignificant soul, which if placed in a living being, would be nearly unnoticeable, but in contrast to the metal around it, this soul suddenly became completely obvious to Beatrice.
"Elias, you even benefited me one final time, how kind of you," mumbled Beatrice as she suddenly raised her eyes, looking at her door, as a young girl dressed in a maid uniform now walk into the room.
Previously, Beatrice liked to take men as servants so that she could have them carry things for her, but right now, Beatrice had decided to go a different route.
Perhaps someone more pleasant to look at would bring Beatrice some inspiration?
Looking at the little girl, who still seemed somewhat nervous around Beatrice, even after being controlled by the latter, a small smile couldn't help but unconsciously appear on Beatrice's face
Although it had only been around half a day since Beatrice obtained the little girl, Guinevere, from the slave market, the change in the latter was completely apparent.
"Little Guinevere, come bring me my tea faster, you don't have to be nervous," said Beatrice, causing the little girl to suddenly speed up.
Sadly though, as Guinevere sped up and was about to walk over a carpet, her one of her feet sadly went underneath it, causing Guinevere, as well as the tea, to fall forward.
Suddenly, the cup of tea, which was about to spill all over the ground, froze mid-air, at the same time, Guinevere, who was about to fall on the ground, floated back up.
"Guinevere, you have to be more careful, I will teach you some knight Breathing Techniques later, I can't have you hurting yourself, you understand?" said Beatrice, as her new cup of tea floated over to her.
"Understood mistress," said Guinevere as she walked towards Beatrice's desk and picked up the empty cup of tea Beatrice had drunk some time before.
"You can bring me another cup in 45 minutes," mumbled Beatrice, causing Guinevere to nervously nod before leaving.
After Guinevere left, and Beatrice was left alone, she couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle.
"As expected, my mood already got better, Is this how my teacher feels?" mumbled Beatrice as she took a sip out of her teacup.
After a few moments, Beatrice got back to work, focusing back on the little soul stuck in the logic core.
...
"Was this something popular back in those ages?" mumbled Beatrice as she stared at the logic core in front of her.
As the core itself clearly did not have enough space for managing the full capabilities of the Information Cube, including both image and video, a tiny soul, programmed to respond to information given to it was used.
At first, Beatrice thought that an artificial soul was used, but after some time, she discovered that she had overestimated the capabilities o the creators of this cube, at the same time, she underestimated their morals.
Not long after Beatrice began working with the soul, trying to figure out how it worked, she realized something.
Long ago, before being transformed and used for this cube, this soul was formerly human.
Sadly though, it seemed as though for some reason, the creators of the cube decided to almost completely destroy the capabilities of the soul.
Calling this soul a shell of it's former self was a complete understatement, as it did not even have one percent of the capabilities of a human soul.
Now after experimenting with the soul for a few hours, all of the pieces of the puzzle, which previously did not fit in place neatly, suddenly made sense.
Perhaps sometime in the future, not now, Beatrice would be able to construct some cubes of her own, but that was not what mattered now.
What mattered now was that these cubes were safe to use, and did not have any thing hidden inside of it that could share what Beatrice wrote in them.