Two weeks later, at midnight.
Over the past two weeks, Beatrice never left the old Agnes estate, as she would much rather finish her experiments than go to the outside world.
Even right now, at midnight, Beatrice still continued her experiments.
As she stared at the man who had been restrained by the metal table but was still staring at her with anger filling his face, Beatrice couldn't help but fall into thought.
'Let's see how much of his mind is left,' thought Beatrice as she approached Greg and took the wooden ball gag out of his mouth.
Of course, Beatrice made sure not to touch the gag itself with her fingers, rather using the string which had kept it attached to Greg
"You damn whore, let me out of here!!!" shouted Greg the moment his mouth was released, causing a faint smile to appear on Beatrice's face.
For the next few minutes, Greg kept throwing the ugliest and worst curses he could think of at Beatrice, cursing her, her family, all of her descendants, and all people associated with her.
But even so, as she looked at Greg, who was struggling to get out and kept cursing at her, the size of the smile on Beatrice's face kept increasing.
'Although his intelligence may have been affected by the memory reading, it looks as though all of his cognitive abilities are as before,' thought Beatrice as another ball-gag suddenly floated over from a corner of the room and into Greg's mouth, although the latter did not accept it willingly.
As Greg kept his mouth shut and didn't let the ball gag enter it, Beatrice had to resort to some rather, more intense methods to get it in.
Suddenly, Beatrice flicked her finger towards Greg, causing it to begin shaking, and involuntarily open his mouth for a brief moment.
As soon as that happened, the ball gag flew into his mouth before Greg could even react.
Halfway through his movement, Greg had tried to close his mouth, but he then quickly accepted the gag after one of his teeth broke.
Looking at Greg, who was sitting on the table, clearly in pain, Beatrice shook her head.
"Greg, I'm going to need you to cooperate with me," said Beatrice, causing a mocking expression to appear on Greg's face as she stared at her.
'You will never get me to betray my comrades, nor will you get me to submit,' this was the thought that had gone through Greg's mind at this moment.
...
Several hours later,
Looking at the white-haired woman who had just walked into the room, Greg, who was obediently sitting on the table, with the gag in his mouth gone, slightly shivered.
Right now, the restraints on the table no longer bound Greg, but after the 'training' he had gone through in these past several hours, he had become quite obedient and didn't even have the slightest thought of fleeing this place.
Especially after hearing the screams which had been coming out of the nearby rooms whilst this woman was gone.
"Lay down on the table," mumbled Beatrice as she looked at the results of the tests she had just done and compared them to the tests she had placed Greg under.
Whilst Beatrice did so, Greg quickly sat back down on the table, placed the ball gag into his mouth and began binding himself.
No matter what, Greg felt as though nothing that Beatrice could do was worse than what he had gone through when he had been disobedient.
Of course, he was extremely wrong, but this was another matter.
"It looks as though the mind reading did not have any side effects, and if it did have some, they were rather minor and can be temporarily ignored," mumbled Beatrice.
What Beatrice had tested were memory and logical skills, which were rather consistent between Greg and his five other comrades, which Beatrice had tested.
As this was the case, Beatrice could not move on, and begin trying some other experiments...
At this moment, Greg, who was tying himself up, inexplicably shivered for no apparent reason.
'Inserting memories should be a good next step,' thought Beatrice as she slowly but surely approached Greg.
A few moments later, Greg shattered his teeth by gritting them on the ball gag in his mouth, but at that moment, Greg did not care much about that, as the pain really was quite minor compared to the other pain.
...
"Who are you?" asked Beatrice as she looked at Greg, who was sitting on the table with a blank look on his face.
"Can you speak?" asked Beatrice once again, as she waved her hand in front of him, causing Greg to suddenly blink.
"I'm St-teve," mumbled Greg with a rather uncertain look on his face, causing Beatrice to frown.
"Aren't you Greg?" asked Beatrice, causing Greg to suddenly freeze, as blood began flowing out of all of his orifices.
A few moments after that, Greg fell to the ground, dead, causing Beatrice to shake her head.
"Is the problem my techniques, or did Greg have too weak of a spirit to contain the memories I had thrown into his mind?" mumbled Beatrice as she looked at the brain-dead man before her.
...
Two days later
At this moment, Beatrice stood in front of the leader of the Steel Rats, Max Skeldon, who sitting on the table, completely motionless.
In these past two days, Beatrice had tried to insert memories into the mind of seven bandits, but sadly though, none of the seven managed to survive, nor did Beatrice show any sort of progress in this area.
As such, Beatrice theorized that the problem was not her technique, but rather her experimental subjects, causing her to attempt to insert memories into Max Skeldon, who was a Grand Knight.
"Who are you?" asked Beatrice as she looked at Max, causing him to remain silent for a few moments.
"M-max Skeldon," said Max, causing Beatrice to suddenly smile.
"What happened to Steve's wife?" asked Beatrice as she looked at Max.
After a few moments of silence, Max responded.
"After seeing her for the first time, I-Greg cornered her and had some fun, before throwing her into the river," said Max, slightly stuttering as he did so, causing Beatrice to faintly smile.