Three days later,
As she stood cross-legged on her bed, refining mana, a rather serene look appeared on Beatrice's face.
Beatrice could feel it, slowly but surely, she was approaching her own limit, the limit of her body's natural mana capacity.
But even so, Beatrice did not stop whilst refining Mana, rather, she kept pushing more and more mana into her body, cramming it into herself.
This was the start of the bottleneck that separated High Ranking Mage Apprentices from Peak Mage Apprentices.
As Beatrice tried to push in more and more mana, her own mana became a little bit rowdy, as it couldn't fit inside of her body.
But even so, unlike an inexperienced Mage Apprentice, Beatrice, who had both experience from her previous life, and extremely high spiritual power, was able to suppress the mana with ease.
This process took over thirty minutes, as Beatrice's body slowly but surely allowed the mana to enter it, before finally being completely filled up.
This was not the end though, rather the moment Beatrice's mana reached the peak her body could bear, her transformation then began.
A moment later, Beatrice suddenly clenched her teeth, as an extremely overwhelming pain passed over her body, as it then began transforming.
Even though Beatrice's organs had been transformed by mana in the past, they once again underwent a new transformation, becoming completely in tune with mana.
Everything from Beatrice's heart all the way to her brain underwent a complete transformation, making Beatrice endure extreme pain.
In this process, most Peak Mage apprentices would pass out, but sadly, thanks to Beatrice's high spiritual power, she was able to bear the pain.
Any time that Beatrice would pass out, the pain would immediately wake her up.
This hellish process continued for over three hours, and by the end of it, Beatrice had not only transformed the rest of her organs, but the rest of her body as well, causing it to reach a level beyond that of mortals.
The moment the pain ended, Beatrice, who was being watched by the extremely nervous Guinevere and Antonia, slightly opened her eyes.
But even though the pain was over, this did not mean that Beatrice's transformation had ended, the last remnants of her previous self, her hair, then began falling out.
A moment later, new hair, which was supernaturally white and looked nearly inhuman, began growing on Beatrice's head.
...
As he stared at the wall in front of him, the Prophet, who had somewhat recovered from his wounds thanks to the help of the Light's Hope Academy, couldn't help but slightly frown, as a look of hesitation then appeared on his face.
"It should be possible," mumbled the Prophet as he clenched his fist.
But even though the prophet knew that it was possible for him to achieve his goal, he knew that taking such a gamble whilst he was injured would be extremely risky.
At this very moment, an old man with an extremely long white beard suddenly appeared inside the room, causing the Prophet to raise his head and look at him.
"Sir Aatos, are things going smoothly?" asked the Prophet, causing Archmage Aatos, who had just appeared next to him, to shake his head.
"By now you should know that you don't have to be so formal, you aren't like this with any of my other comrades, why do you still keep addressing me like this, even after becoming an Archmage?" asked Aatos, causing the Prophet to shake his head without saying anything.
Seeing the response of the Prophet, Aatos couldn't help but let out a slightly bitter sigh.
"Things have gone quite well this year, the Sanctum has gained quite a few students with good potential," said Aatos, making the Prophet faintly smile.
"That's good," mumbled the Prophet as a faint smile appeared on his face.
But this smile did not relieve the burden placed on the heart of Aatos as he looked at the Prophet, who was clearly not in a very good mood.
"Did something happen, did you have another vision?" asked Aatos as he looked at his student.
"It's nothing, I was just thinking about a choice, but I'm not sure which path I should take..." said the Prophet, causing Aatos to touch his beard.
"You shouldn't worry too much, with the help of the Magic Academies, even fate can be changed, so you shouldn't take that prophecy to heart."
"And even more so, prophecies will not necessarily come to pass," said the Archmage, causing a somewhat bitter smile to appear on the face of the Prophet.
"It's not that, I wasn't thinking about that prophecy, I have already accepted my fate long ago, teacher, you don't have to console me," said the Prophet as he sat up from his chair and walked out of the room.
Looking at the departing back of his student, Archmage Aatos, who was normally emotionless, couldn't help but clench his fist.
At this moment, Aatos couldn't help but remember how innocent and how pure the Prophet was back when he had first found him.
Back then, all the Prophet wanted to do was to help other people, but after years and years of prophesizing, which placed a great burden onto his body, Aatos felt as though the Prophet was knowingly approaching the fate he had seen for himself many years ago.
'The Prophet will be destroyed by his prophecies if he does not change his ways'
This was the sentence that the Prophet, back then a little boy, managed to see as he gazed at his own fate.
Rather ironically, this was the moment the Prophet abandoned his birth name, which had been given to him by his heartless parents, and took up the title of the Prophet.
Even back then, Aatos felt a bit weird as he watched his apprentice take up this title, but at this moment, Aatos felt as though even back then, the Prophet seemed to have accepted, and even embraced his own fate.
"Is fate really so unstoppable?" asked Aatos as he walked out of the room.
Sadly though, even though Aatos did not know yet, fate was not truly unstoppable.
Three days later,
As she stood cross-legged on her bed, refining mana, a rather serene look appeared on Beatrice's face.
Beatrice could feel it, slowly but surely, she was approaching her own limit, the limit of her body's natural mana capacity.
But even so, Beatrice did not stop whilst refining Mana, rather, she kept pushing more and more mana into her body, cramming it into herself.
This was the start of the bottleneck that separated High Ranking Mage Apprentices from Peak Mage Apprentices.
As Beatrice tried to push in more and more mana, her own mana became a little bit rowdy, as it couldn't fit inside of her body.
But even so, unlike an inexperienced Mage Apprentice, Beatrice, who had both experience from her previous life, and extremely high spiritual power, was able to suppress the mana with ease.
This process took over thirty minutes, as Beatrice's body slowly but surely allowed the mana to enter it, before finally being completely filled up.
This was not the end though, rather the moment Beatrice's mana reached the peak her body could bear, her transformation then began.
A moment later, Beatrice suddenly clenched her teeth, as an extremely overwhelming pain passed over her body, as it then began transforming.
Even though Beatrice's organs had been transformed by mana in the past, they once again underwent a new transformation, becoming completely in tune with mana.
Everything from Beatrice's heart all the way to her brain underwent a complete transformation, making Beatrice endure extreme pain.
In this process, most Peak Mage apprentices would pass out, but sadly, thanks to Beatrice's high spiritual power, she was able to bear the pain.
Any time that Beatrice would pass out, the pain would immediately wake her up.
This hellish process continued for over three hours, and by the end of it, Beatrice had not only transformed the rest of her organs, but the rest of her body as well, causing it to reach a level beyond that of mortals.
The moment the pain ended, Beatrice, who was being watched by the extremely nervous Guinevere and Antonia, slightly opened her eyes.
But even though the pain was over, this did not mean that Beatrice's transformation had ended, the last remnants of her previous self, her hair, then began falling out.
A moment later, new hair, which was supernaturally white and looked nearly inhuman, began growing on Beatrice's head.
...
As he stared at the wall in front of him, the Prophet, who had somewhat recovered from his wounds thanks to the help of the Light's Hope Academy, couldn't help but slightly frown, as a look of hesitation then appeared on his face.
"It should be possible," mumbled the Prophet as he clenched his fist.
But even though the prophet knew that it was possible for him to achieve his goal, he knew that taking such a gamble whilst he was injured would be extremely risky.
At this very moment, an old man with an extremely long white beard suddenly appeared inside the room, causing the Prophet to raise his head and look at him.
"Sir Aatos, are things going smoothly?" asked the Prophet, causing Archmage Aatos, who had just appeared next to him, to shake his head.
"By now you should know that you don't have to be so formal, you aren't like this with any of my other comrades, why do you still keep addressing me like this, even after becoming an Archmage?" asked Aatos, causing the Prophet to shake his head without saying anything.
Seeing the response of the Prophet, Aatos couldn't help but let out a slightly bitter sigh.
"Things have gone quite well this year, the Sanctum has gained quite a few students with good potential," said Aatos, making the Prophet faintly smile.
"That's good," mumbled the Prophet as a faint smile appeared on his face.
But this smile did not relieve the burden placed on the heart of Aatos as he looked at the Prophet, who was clearly not in a very good mood.
"Did something happen, did you have another vision?" asked Aatos as he looked at his student.
"It's nothing, I was just thinking about a choice, but I'm not sure which path I should take..." said the Prophet, causing Aatos to touch his beard.
"You shouldn't worry too much, with the help of the Magic Academies, even fate can be changed, so you shouldn't take that prophecy to heart."
"And even more so, prophecies will not necessarily come to pass," said the Archmage, causing a somewhat bitter smile to appear on the face of the Prophet.
"It's not that, I wasn't thinking about that prophecy, I have already accepted my fate long ago, teacher, you don't have to console me," said the Prophet as he sat up from his chair and walked out of the room.
Looking at the departing back of his student, Archmage Aatos, who was normally emotionless, couldn't help but clench his fist.
At this moment, Aatos couldn't help but remember how innocent and how pure the Prophet was back when he had first found him.
Back then, all the Prophet wanted to do was to help other people, but after years and years of prophesizing, which placed a great burden onto his body, Aatos felt as though the Prophet was knowingly approaching the fate he had seen for himself many years ago.
'The Prophet will be destroyed by his prophecies if he does not change his ways'
This was the sentence that the Prophet, back then a little boy, managed to see as he gazed at his own fate.
Rather ironically, this was the moment the Prophet abandoned his birth name, which had been given to him by his heartless parents, and took up the title of the Prophet.
Even back then, Aatos felt a bit weird as he watched his apprentice take up this title, but at this moment, Aatos felt as though even back then, the Prophet seemed to have accepted, and even embraced his own fate.
"Is fate really so unstoppable?" asked Aatos as he walked out of the room.
Sadly though, even though Aatos did not know yet, fate was not truly unstoppable.
