After asking Max some more questions, Beatrice once again put him back to sleep before falling into thought.
"It looks as though my theory was right," mumbled Beatrice as she tapped her fingers on the table next to her.
Although the insertion of memories seemed to have had some side effects, on the whole, Max looks alright and had not truly lost himself just yet.
"I need to do some more tests before continuing to experiment on him," mumbled Beatrice as she placed her hand on Max's forehead.
A few moments later, Beatrice retracted her hand and began preparing for the test she would put Max through.
...
As she took a bite of the roasted chicken on her plate, which had been seared to perfection, Beatrice couldn't help but raise her head and look at her father with a faint frown on her face.
"Did something happen?" asked Beatrice, causing Renald's eyes to slightly widen.
"It's no big deal, but the gold price has begun dropping, but I'm not sure if I want to begin exchanging our silver coins for gold coins just yet," said Renald, causing Beatrice to let out a chuckle.
"What's the price right now?" asked Beatrice as she took another bite of the chicken.
"Right now, the price of silver coins has risen from 76 to 80 copper coins compared to a month ago, while the price of gold coins has fallen from 153 silver coins to 139 silver coins," said Renald, causing Beatrice to fall into thought for a brief moment.
"You can buy some right now, and sell them again in a few months, this is just a temporary drop, the real drop should come in about two years after the kingdom manages to not only annex the gold mine but also restart production," said Beatrice, causing Renald to slightly nod.
Staring at the peaceful scene in front of her, Iris, who was holding little Frederick in her hands, couldn't help but smile.
'If only Beatrice could stay home for longer,' thought Iris as she stared at her daughter, but even so, she did not voice out her thoughts, fearing that she would ruin the mood.
After around thirty more minutes of talking, Beatrice rose from her seat.
"If anything happens you can come to the old estate to contact me, but if things go as planned, I should be able to come out in around two weeks," said Beatrice as she looked at her parents.
"You don't have to worry about us, you can go do your thing without any worry," said Iris, interrupting her husband who was just about to speak.
Looking at this scene, Beatrice let out a faint smile before walking out of the room.
...
Sometime later, inside the old estate.
As she looked at the two Knight Apprentice bandits, who were currently fighting each other in an open field, a weird light flashed in Beatrice's light.
Lesley and Erasmus, two Knight Apprentices who were roughly equal in combat power, these were the two people fighting, but contrary to expectations, the fight did not look as though it was between people with equal power.
Using his greatsword, Erasmus, who was a tiny bit weaker than Lesley, continuously overwhelmed Lesley, letting out attack after attack as his eyes had become bloodshot.
And although Lesley used his own greatsword to block the attacks, it was clear that he would not be able to hold on for much longer against the unrelenting assault.
"You can stop now," said Beatrice, causing Lesley to suddenly stop, sadly though Esmansus did not do so, causing Beatrice to appear next to him in the blink of an eye and let out a strike against the back of his head.
Only a fraction of a moment later, Esmansus fell to the ground, incapacitated.
The difference between Erasmus and Lesley, as well as the reason for his crushing advantage in their battle, was very simple, memories.
After first managing to insert memories into Max, Beatrice attempted to do so two more times, causing one of her experimental subjects to die, while the other, Erasmus, managed to survive.
Although Beatrice did not dare cram too many memories into Max, as he was a valuable experimental target, she was not as nice to Erasmus, who she inserted with the memories of three more bandits, each of which fought with greatswords as well.
...
"If not for the side effects, this could be quite useful in creating cannon fodder, or maybe even giving someone combat experience," mumbled as she looked at Erasmus, who was currently mumbling some incomprehensible gibberish.
"Currently, the side effects are far too large, separating useless and useful memories may be a way to mitigate this issue," mumbled Beatrice as she moved her finger at a rapid speed, writing her thoughts into the information cube.
Sadly for Erasmus, at this moment, Beatrice was still not proficient enough to separate memories into different categories.
The only thing Beatrice could do at the moment was separate memories from different people.
As such, Erasmus would have to continue to be Beatrice's guinea pig for the entire rest of his lifespan.
...
Looking at Erasmus, who was stretching out his hand towards her, Beatrice faintly frowned and stretched out her hand to the latter's forehead, causing a surprised look to appear on her face.
"41.7 degrees?!" mumbled Beatrice as she suddenly took action, and began using Dark Healing to try to stabilize his condition.
Sadly though, after being inserted with the memories of ten people, even Erasmus could not bear it any longer, as his fever began continuously rising as he began convulsing.
41.7, 42.3, 44.6. 46.8
In only a few moments, Erasmus' fever rapidly grew, as blood began flowing out of all of his orifices.
And only a few moments after being inserted with the memories of his tenth comrade, Erasmus died, overwhelmed by the sheer number of memories clouding his mind.
Perhaps if Beatrice took some extreme measures, Erasmus could survive, but sadly for him, Beatrice was not wiling to take such risks for an experimental subject.