True Power

"It's a good thing I didn't try to cast this spell before this," mumbled Beatrice, feeling pain all over her body, but especially her head.

But even so, as Beatrice stared at the destruction caused by the spell, she felt a sense of satisfaction that couldn't be matched.

As Beatrice was still deep in thought, Elias, who was standing outside of the room up until now, suddenly walked in with a concerned look clearly present on his face.

"Mistress, do you need any help?" asked Elias as he approached Beatrice causing the latter to slightly shake her head.

"I'm fine, you go ahead and clean this room up a bit," mumbled Beatrice as she began walking outside of the room, slightly limping as she did so.

The moment Elias heard the orders of his mistress, he began picking up the metal shards scattered around the room.

...

As Beatrice walked through the corridors of her underground home, she couldn't help but fall into thought.

'As expected, I better not use this spell too many times before becoming a Peak Mage Apprentice, otherwise, I might actually do some permanent damage to my body,' thought Beatrice as she took out a potion from her robes before drinking it.

Although the Dark Arrow spell could not be considered very complicated amongst Rank 1 Dark Spells, the toll it can take on the human body must not be underestimated.

After making sure that her body seemed fine, Beatrice then walked into the bathroom, wanting to take a relaxing bath.

...

One hour later,

Staring at the tiny, irregularly shaped object sitting in front of her, Beatrice took in a deep breath before beginning to read the extremely tiny inscriptions on it, beginning from it's the simplest part.

In only around half an hour, Beatrice managed to partially understand the meaning of some of the inscriptions.

"Using inscriptions to shape mana into different objects, that's a nice idea," mumbled Beatrice, causing her eyes to suddenly light up.

After a few moments, Beatrice fell into deep thought.

'Even so, with the tiny amount of mana inserted, creating something like this shouldn't be possible in the slightest,' thought Beatrice as she carefully inserted her mana into the tiny inscription, causing a keyboard to suddenly appear above it.

With the tiny amount of mana that Beatrice had just sent into the inscription, creating such a keyboard was clearly impossible, but even so, somehow this inscription succeeded.

"It can't be just efficiency, no matter how efficient something is, it can't defy the very laws of reality," mumbled Beatrice as she continued staring at the inscriptions in front of her.

...

Two weeks later,

For the past two weeks, other than refining mana and occasionally taking care of her ants, Beatrice had focused almost the entirety of her attention on figuring out the main control board, or Logic Core of the Information cube.

Even now, Beatrice still hasn't managed to figure out how this thing seemed to defy the laws of reality, creating something so large and solid with so little mana, at the same time, as she studied the core more and more, Beatrice couldn't help but have more and more questions, causing her brain to be fully filled up by them.

At this moment, a red-eyed Beatrice was sitting at her desk, staring at the Logic Core in front of her.

Suddenly, Beatrice turned her attention away from the tiny object on her desk, raising her head as she heard a voice inside of her head.

'I've come back, come to see me'

Hearing her teacher's voice ring inside of her head, a slightly surprised expression appeared on Beatrice's face before vanishing a few moments later.

"You stay here, I need to go somewhere," said Beatrice as she looked at Elias for a few moments, before walking out of the room.

As she walked through the underground corridors, a somewhat weird feeling emerged inside of Beatrice, something that she had never felt before, something that she couldn't explain.

Even so, Beatrice did not stop, still continuing to walk down the long hallways of the underground abode.

Eventually, Beatrice reached the door of a certain room, causing her to lightly knock on it.

"Come in," said Selena, who was standing in front of four unconscious humans, one woman and three men, each of them laying on the floor.

But at the moment, Beatrice did not have any time to pay attention to them, as she focused on her teacher, who was leisurely standing next to them.

As she stared at her teacher, Beatrice slightly shuddered, as her expression slowly began morphing, of course, Beatrice made sure to then rein her expression in, only staring at her teacher with no expression on her face.

A moment later, Beatrice once again shuddered, an excited expression suddenly revealing itself on her face as she felt the enourmous aura that was billowing off her teacher.

'Archmage,' thought Beatrice as she stared at her teacher, as she silently compared her with the old archmage she met in her past life.

Suddenly, Selena turned her attention to her disciple, causing Beatrice to suddenly break out of her trance.

"It seems you've been doing well while I've been gone," mumbled Beatrice as she walked forward towards her disciple.

"Yes, everything's going well," said Beatrice, immediately responding, causing Selena to slightly chuckle as she approached her.

"What? Are you afraid of your own teacher?" asked Selena as she came even closer to Beatrice.

"No, not at all," said Beatrice, causing Selena's expression to slightly change.

"It seems as though everything is really going well, you even tricked me as well just now, that's impressive, my disciple," said Selena as she stretched out her palm, bringing Beatrice's chin up, causing the two to stare in each other's eyes.

Staring at the extremely excited eyes of her disciple, Selena let out a chuckle before letting go of the latter's face.

"We'll talk about this later, firstly, I need you to look after these four for a while, I have something to do at the moment," said Selena, causing Beatrice to turn her attention to the four people laying on the floor, at the same time, a piece of paper appeared in Beatrice's hands.