The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 150

The voices in Merritt’s ears grew softer. Her mind was now full of the scene and sounds from just now. Suddenly, she lightly pursed her lips.

Not enough…

That red-haired young girl hasn’t reached her most perfect state yet.

Only her face and hands were perfectly replicated. Other parts and private areas were almost all “generic templates,” not at all the young girl’s actual body.

Is there any way to get more of her body data…

Merritt felt, for the first time, such intense interest in constructing dreams.

She wanted to see that beautiful red-haired young girl intertwining with more beautiful young girls in her dreams…

At this moment, she felt she finally somewhat grasped the true meaning of the organization, although it might be slightly skewed.

…

“Society of Merriment?”

“Yes, based on our discussion just now, this organization is highly likely stirring up the situation behind the scenes—because among all the events currently happening, there is no true beneficiary. If there is one, it can only be the Society of Merriment.”

In the underground temporary conference room, Ciel listened to Tara’s introduction of the Society of Merriment, her brow slightly furrowed.

This was a hidden organization, but it had a brief cooperation with the Divine Advent Church, so she could roughly understand some of their methods.

The Society of Merriment was a group of psychopaths who took pleasure in deception and disruption, mainly composed of “Instigators,” with a small portion of other members, all following highly destructive and dangerous transcendent paths.

One of the most famous things they did was use a dream to almost completely change the perception of an entire central town’s residents, making them change their nationality and identify themselves as residents of a neighboring country.

Even the army dispatched by that country was blocked outside the town by the townspeople. Eventually, this town actually became a small enclave of the neighboring country within that country, all because the indecisive king refused to order the massacre of the townspeople who were originally his own citizens.

Afterwards, the higher-ups of the Divine Advent Church speculated this was a ritual for a “Dream Thief” to advance to “Subverter,” but they didn’t know if the “Dream Thief” succeeded in advancing to that extent.

“Is their action this time for an advancement ritual?” Ciel looked at Tara and asked.

“Hard to say.” Tara shook her head and said, “According to that bishop’s speculation, it’s even highly possible they are just doing it for ‘fun’.”

Just for… fun?

This reason struck Ciel as absurdly ridiculous. What followed was even stronger anger.

Just to stir up chaos, just for fun, they caused so many people to lose their lives, made so many people homeless vagrants…

These things had nothing to do with Ciel.

Under no circumstances should the Society of Merriment have set their sights on Avena…

In Ciel’s eyes, this was a violation of divine law.

Ciel thought of her “Instigator” save file, slowly exhaling.

This certainly seems like something an “Instigator” would do…

Since you want to play, I’ll use “Instigator” to play with you…

A knock sounded. Tara quickly walked to the door and opened it. After talking with the cultist outside the door for a while, she returned to the room, looked towards Ciel, and said, “Lord Ciel, the buyer of the bomb has also been found, it’s the Orlando Republican Army.”

“Mm.” Ciel nodded slightly.

This was no longer important.

Since she knew the other party was a group of “Instigators,” then these clues put out, and the people not silenced, were all deliberately left by the other side.

If Ciel were handling things, she would absolutely not leave any person who knew about the bomb alive. Those scattered high-ranking members of the Blackwater Gang, Ciel would kill one by one, leaving no survivors.

Since the other party left the high-ranking Blackwater Gang member alive, it meant this was just a bait like Balfour—those people were just casting bait.

Then, what was the fish they ultimately wanted to reel in?

The Queen?

Unlikely.

Or other high-ranking officials?

Or… just simply want to catch a big one, no matter what it is?

Whatever they wanted to do, this bait, Ciel had no choice but to take.

“I wanted to ask just now.” Ciel rubbed her temples, allowing her tense spirit to relax slightly. She looked at Tara and asked, “Why do you keep looking at me?”

“Apologies, Lord Ciel.” Tara quickly lowered her head, saying apologetically, “I was just afraid of falling into a dream again.”

This was the first time Tara lied to Ciel.

She wasn’t worried about falling into a dream again.

She wanted to fall into a dream again.

Even Tara herself didn’t realize that her faith in the Mother Goddess had quietly changed its flavor.

“How long will it take for the Divine Advent Church people to arrive for questioning?” Ciel asked.

“At the fastest, it should be tomorrow.” Tara replied, looking down.

“Impossible for Ansu to send people so quickly either. Deton Manor doesn’t know the commissioner died here. The Church of the Savior Goddess and the Roswell family’s focus isn’t here.”

“You mean, all the high-level powers in the city right now, besides the Society of Merriment, only the Divine Advent Church remains?”

“Yes.”

Ciel glanced at the time. There were still a bit over ten hours left…

This time, not a lot, not a little either.

“Bring the ‘Coin’ and ‘Evil Eye’ sealed artifacts over.” Ciel said to Tara.

With Lucy’s coin sealed artifact and Oppold’s eyeball sealed artifact…

Overload the coin, use the coin, then use the eyeball to search.

If she’s lucky, a city-wide search will definitely catch members of the Society of Merriment within ten hours.

Unlucky?

Then she’ll just have to conduct a population census of Berren City again, see if she can force the higher-ups behind the Society of Merriment out…