The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 154

【You have 24 days, very ample time. The information left is also sufficient. You have a lot of room to maneuver.】

【Directly drink the “Instigator” potion, find the potion and Reconstitution Ritual for advancing to Tier 2 “Dream Thief.” This might be useful.】

Ciel continued writing.

This time, she left considerable room for operation for her simulated self—her self who had advanced to “Instigator”—only leaving two mandatory objectives to prevent things from deviating in completely unexpected ways.

First, ensure the incident where Avena was attacked does not happen again. This is the bottom line.

And preferably, the Society of Merriment should choose a target for disruption other than Berren City. No matter what, as long as Berren City is in chaos, Ciel’s current life will be affected.

She didn’t want to live in constant fear.

Second, find a way to persuade Adele not to go to North Ansu.

From all sources of information, including Adele’s letters, it was clear that North Ansu was in deep trouble.

Adele accompanying the Church of the Savior Goddess rescue team might be affected.

Moreover, after Adele went there, only one letter was sent back after over ten days. Communication between North Ansu and Ansu might have been completely cut off, one could imagine the level of danger there.

Having foreseen danger, Ciel didn’t want her friend to still venture into it.

Even if her purpose was just to save people, the premise of saving people was to protect herself. Only then could Adele’s talents be unleashed to help more people.

To be blunt, Ciel didn’t think Adele was suited to be on the front lines of disaster. What was most suitable for Adele was actually research work on antidotes or vaccines in the rear.

The front line was complex, the waters too deep. The naive Adele was more likely to get into danger, possibly being used as a pawn without even knowing it.

Furthermore, considering the cause of the famine might be transcendents accelerating it, under such circumstances, Adele going there was undoubtedly walking into the lion’s den.

After writing down everything that needed to be investigated and noted, Ciel reviewed what she had written. Then, silver light flickered in her hand, and the manual returned to the inventory.

The things she had just noted were already forgotten. It seemed her talent “Photographic Memory” still couldn’t beat the sealed artifact’s side effect “Instant Forgetfulness.”

Perhaps continuing to improve her linguistics might bring about a conceptual “Photographic Memory” thereby offsetting the manual’s side effect, but these matters were not of significant help to Ciel now, and were not what she should be considering.

Ciel leaned back against the sofa behind her, slowly closing her eyes.

The silver-white system screen appeared before her. Following her will, it quickly jumped to the simulation interface.

“Future Days.”

“No.1.”

Silver-white light bloomed, dispelling the darkness before Ciel’s eyes.

…

【Future Days】

【Holy Year 741, July 26th, 18:00】

【Countdown – 23:59:59】

Beautiful salon music sounded in the distance. Accompanied by the melodious music was the sound of a crowd.

A cool evening breeze blew on Ciel’s face. Accompanying the evening breeze was the smell of roasted meat.

Ciel quickly opened her eyes. Within sight, 200 meters away, was a bustling crowd. Nobles and wealthy merchants in upper-class attire were gathered together. In the middle was a drunken wealthy merchant performing some comical dance, causing laughter to periodically erupt from the crowd.

A festive atmosphere filled the air.

This is… the banquet?

Did the banquet proceed as scheduled? Why wasn’t it stopped?

She looked up towards the manor. This was indeed the lawn outside Avena’s house…

Boring.

Ciel’s lips curved downwards. Disappointment was basically written all over her face.

Did they really solve everything? No, you had your fun, what about me? Did I come over to watch your victory settlement screen and then make dumplings?

She impatiently looked around, also searching for Avena’s position.

She didn’t even look for a notepad on herself, because she knew if it were her, she wouldn’t leave a notepad—not when things were completely certain.

Avena was not among the crowd. Just as Ciel was about to walk towards the manor, a hand gently patted Ciel’s back.

Ciel turned around.

An unexpected figure appeared before her.

It was “Leticia” in formal dress. She nervously clutched the back of Ciel’s clothes, saying softly, “Captain, it has started… Why did you change your clothes and hairstyle?”

Captain?

What captain?

Who? Me?

Looking at the young girl with a single ponytail before her, a smile finally appeared on Ciel’s face.

So you’ve advanced to “Dream Thief,” my simulated self.

But why, having advanced to Tier 2 “Dream Thief,” have you still not managed to get these people from the Society of Merriment to leave Berren City?

Could it be there’s a reason they must stay in Berren City?

“It has started” means…

Rumble—

A massive explosion echoed through the sky. Fire and scattered body parts flew everywhere. The rising heatwave and airflow made Ciel’s long hair flutter wildly.

Ciel looked somewhat blankly at the explosion and fire before her. A question flashed in her mind.

How did the explosion…

No, the explosion in the previous simulation was definitely not this intense. In the last simulation, the manor was intact. But this massive explosion had almost collapsed half of the manor.

What terrifying power is this… Did they pile up all the siege explosive barrels together?

Amidst the heatwave and fire, a nearly charred square iron box, blown into the air, tumbled towards her. It hit Ciel’s toe with a “clang.”

Piercing pain, like a fracture, came from her toe. It hurt so much Ciel almost instantly crouched down.

The moment she crouched down, the lid of the square iron box sprang open. A clown’s head with a spring at the bottom popped out, hitting Ciel directly on the nose, making her stumble and fall to the ground.

The comical clown swayed with its back to the fire, and inside the iron box, a beautiful notepad was well-protected.

“We should leave, Captain.” The young girl’s urging voice came.

Ciel gritted her teeth, reached out and picked up the notepad, cursing in a low voice.

“You’re cruel…”