The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 149

“Did you find anything?” Ciel asked Tara, whose hair was still dripping wet.

“No, they only found two corpses,” Tara bowed respectfully, saying beside Ciel, “They are the bodies of Baron and Mrs. Harold. They also left behind a suicide note confessing guilt.”

“What did it say?” Ciel continued asking.

“It said how he started from North Ansu and worked his way up in Ansu, then gradually establishing himself in Berren City, and then secretly funding the North Ansu Republican Brotherhood… It basically defines the entire incident.”

Tara said.

After speaking, Tara hesitated for a moment, looked at Ciel, and asked, “There seems to be no new clues… What does servant need to do next?”

“What did you dream of just now?” Ciel looked at Tara and asked.

There wasn’t much useful information in her own dream… Now she could only start from Tara’s dream, see if she could analyze something.

“I…” Tara opened her mouth, a blush surged onto her cheeks. She lowered her head and said, “Had a terrifying nightmare, Lord Ciel.”

“What were the details of the nightmare?” Ciel continued pressing.

Under continuous questioning, Tara’s face turned completely red.

But she suddenly thought the Mother Goddess might have already known everything, her heart instantly chilled by half.

This isn’t asking, Mother Goddess is disciplining me.

“Sorry, Lord Ciel.”

Tara directly knelt down, saying shamefully, “I had a blasphemous dream. I deserve to die, my faith is impure… Wuwuwu, I will never enter the Divine Kingdom in this life.”

Seeming to associate the consequences of her blasphemy, Tara’s vision went black, felt like the sky was falling.

“So what exactly was it?”

Ciel frowned slightly. Tara had always answered every question without hiding anything, but at this crucial moment, she started being somewhat enigmatic.

Tara raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face, seemed somewhat resigned, confessing loudly, “Sorry, Lord Ciel, I shouldn’t have had evil thoughts in the dream. I shouldn’t have dreamt of you bathing. I shouldn’t have pressed you down in the bathtub. I shouldn’t have forcibly…”

“Okay stop stop stop—”

Ciel directly reached out to cover Tara’s mouth, her face covered in black lines.

No, what did you dream of?

You dealt with the “Dream Thief” in your dream, didn’t you?

“It was just a dream. Just don’t take it seriously.” Ciel shook her head, comforting, “This was done by a ‘Dream Thief’.”

It seemed Tara hadn’t fully reacted yet; she hadn’t realized her dream just now was created by a “Dream Thief.”

Someone like Ciel, who could wake up directly in the dream, was an exception.

“You mean…”

“Now we can confirm, the people orchestrating the chaos in Berren City are not just one.”

Ciel said, “There’s at least a ‘Dream Thief’, and also a ‘Blood Painter’, but we don’t know their specific tiers and appearances…”

Behind this matter, it’s not one or two people pulling strings… Likely a hidden organization, and one she has had absolutely no contact with.

“Call everyone back. Let’s have a meeting.” Ciel said.

After learning this information, Ciel had to utilize the knowledge of transcendent powers possessed by other Divine Advent Church transcendents to analyze what level of transcendent was behind this… Best to find out which organization this is.

What Ciel feared most was investigating aimlessly without clues. But now, knowing there were several transcendents manipulating everything behind the scenes, Ciel instead had investigation targets.

With targets, her thoughts could become clearer.

Even if they escaped now, this was just a simulation. In the next simulation, she could still find a way to dig them out.

It was now basically certain that the grain merchant Balfour was an obvious bait, the purpose being to guide those who came to investigate towards the “answer” they had designed in advance.

If she were truly encountering this for the first time, following Balfour’s clue all the way, she would definitely be convinced of this “result” and “answer.”

Unfortunately, they encountered someone as unreasonable as Ciel.

“Lord Ciel, there’s one more thing…” When Tara followed Ciel all the way downstairs, she said, “Our actions with such fanfare this time have attracted the attention of the Divine Advent Church… It’s estimated that high-ranking officials will come to question me soon.”

“If you need to continue hiding your identity, I can go back and receive punishment…”

“Don’t worry about them.” Ciel shook her head.

“Just stay by my side.”

By the time those who were to question her arrived, Ciel would have already left the simulation. This wasn’t something she needed to care about.

But Ciel’s words, in Tara’s eyes, were interpreted with another meaning.

Lord Ciel… is she preparing to protect me?

A warmth surged from Tara’s heart, deeply moving her. Ciel’s already unparalleled exalted position in her heart rose several inches higher.

By the time Tara gathered the members of the Divine Advent Church under her command and returned to the temporary underground church, the sky had gradually broken dawn.

Balfour, excessively brainwashed, had already suffered a mental breakdown at home. Baron Harold’s body was also discovered in the early morning.

A noble dead, a prince’s son missing. Ansu would definitely send people to investigate. The fact that all police officers became cultists also couldn’t be hidden.

If nothing unexpected happened, this news would be reported to the higher-ups in Ansu within a few days. By then, certainly more powerful forces would intervene in the events erupting in Berren City.

At that time, Ciel, who caused trouble with such fanfare and made no concealment, would definitely be the first to be investigated. It was highly likely Avena would also be implicated, dragging the Roswell family into the mess.

However, these were all things Ciel didn’t need to worry about, because in about ten hours, she would be leaving the simulation.

At this moment, Ciel sat in the corner of the underground conference room, listening to the discussion among these Divine Advent Church transcendents.

At the head of the conference table, Tara presided. And Uris, surprisingly, also sat at the end, listening quietly.

It seemed Uris had made up her mind, preparing to help Ciel all the way.

Ciel secretly noted down the bishops’ speculations about the forces behind this.