The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 142

Although she really didn’t want to recall it, Avena still forced herself to mentally replay all her actions from just now. She gently pursed her lips.

What’s gotten into me… How could I have acted so immaturely and impulsively…

In the eyes of Ciel, who seemed to always remain calm, how was she any different from a pouting child?

She would never have been like this before… But in front of Ciel, Avena seemed to let down her guard that she maintained in front of others. She was like an ordinary young girl, sulking when she should sulk, shy when she should be shy, happy when she should be happy…

“Ciel…”

After hesitating for a moment, Avena extended her right hand and patted the sofa beside her. She said, “Sit here.”

Ciel obediently sat down next to Avena. Their shoulders touched. After a moment of silence, Avena said, “I’m sorry, Ciel. I was a little unreasonable just now.”

Ciel didn’t say anything. She just extended her left hand. The back of her hand rested on Avena’s right thigh. Her fingers were spread, palm up.

At first, Avena didn’t understand what this meant. But after hesitating for a moment, Avena gently placed her right hand on Ciel’s left hand, their fingers tightly intertwined.

The strength in Ciel’s hand made a warmth spread in Avena’s heart. It was as if everything was conveyed without words.

But Ciel’s next sentence made that warmth in Avena’s heart rise directly up her neck to her cheeks.

“Then is there any compensation tonight?” Ciel asked.

The moment she heard this, Avena’s hand was about to pull away from Ciel’s palm, but Ciel’s strength was simply too great. Avena used all her might but could barely move a muscle.

I’ve been tricked!

“No.” Avena said expressionlessly.

“That’s a shame.” Ciel didn’t overdo it and let go directly.

This made Avena, who was secretly struggling, pull her hand away directly. But after pulling her hand away, Avena seemed to regret it a little. Her right hand paused in mid-air for a moment before she crossed it in front of her again.

“We’ve wasted too much time. The banquet has almost started.”

Avena stood up, no longer looking back at Ciel, and quickly walked towards the room’s exit.

She desperately needed the cold air outside to cool down her cheeks.

At this moment, Ciel, who had enjoyed Avena’s shyness enough, stood up contentedly. She straightened her clothes in the mirror, feeling incredibly cheerful.

Seeing Avena, who usually maintained a cold face, displaying so many different expressions in front of her, Ciel felt very happy. She felt as if she had found a source of joy, a new way to recover her sanity—teasing Avena.

By the time Ciel had finished tidying herself up and walked out of the room, Nia had already been waiting at the door for a little while.

Upon seeing Ciel, Nia slightly lowered her head and said, “Miss Ciel, the Young Mistress has already gone down. She said you prefer to be low-key, so she asked you to come down a little later with me.”

“Okay, thank you.” Ciel smiled and nodded at Nia.

At this moment, Nia seemed to notice a slight tear in Ciel’s lip. After hesitating for a moment, she asked, “Miss Ciel, do you need some healing potion? You have a slight injury on your lip.”

“Okay… Do you have anything for external use? Something for bruising?” Ciel thought for a moment and asked.

“Yes, I will get it for you.” Nia nodded. At the same time, she felt a little pity for Ciel, who looked harmless.

Don’t let Lady Avena’s usual coldness fool you. In reality, her personality is very strong and decisive, and she means what she says.

Poor Miss Ciel… She must have been severely bullied by the Young Mistress just now. There were even bruised injuries on her body that couldn’t be seen. On the other hand, the Young Mistress seemed completely fine, except for being a little red-faced.

After all, one was an ordinary person, the other was a Tier 2 transcendent. One was a commoner with no authority, and the other was a great noble almost destined to stand at the core of power… Their relationship was unlikely to be equal in any way. Poor Ciel had almost no room to fight back or resist.

However, what happened between them was their private matter. Nia couldn’t say much. She just quickly went to get the potion and wound medicine.

She could only find an opportunity to remind Lady Avena to be gentler, after all, Miss Ciel was physically weak and sick.

After bringing the items to Ciel, Ciel spent about ten minutes in the room treating her bruises. Then she put her clothes back on and went downstairs with Nia.

At this moment, there were no nobles in the main hall. Only a few unfamiliar nobles and merchants smoking cigars and taking snuff in the reception room.

Ciel walked directly out of the main door and looked towards the garden. She happened to see Avena, surrounded by nobles.

Avena at this moment held a champagne glass, elegantly and calmly answering questions from the people around her, chatting with others, as if nothing had happened just now.

If it weren’t for the slight pain in her chest from the silk slip rubbing against her body as she walked, Ciel would have also thought that nothing had happened just now.

What surprised Ciel a little was that she saw Baron Hastings and Amy. Baron Hastings seemed to be surrounded by many people, talking eloquently and occasionally clinking glasses and drinking. Amy, meanwhile, was sitting by a table not far away, quietly eating dessert.

If she remembered correctly, Baron Hastings was invited for the first time, right? But now it seems that his area is the most crowded place apart from Avena’s? And judging from their attire, most of them are wealthy merchants.

Ciel walked cautiously, trying to minimize movement in her upper body to avoid the slip rubbing against her chest. She didn’t disturb Avena and slowly walked towards Amy.

Avena, at this moment, also noticed Ciel quietly slipping away from the corner of her eye. Seeing her walking with a slight bend, and remembering what she had done, she felt a pang of guilt.

Tonight… she should give Ciel some “compensation”…

Avena thought to herself.