The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 167

Lucy didn’t look up. Instead, she continued watching Oppold beside her, observing his reaction.

“Uh… Excuse me, are you the one Miss Roswell mentioned…” Professor Ashford saw that the situation wasn’t right and quickly asked.

“Yes. The Divine Advent Archbishop is in my hands. My inviting everyone here today is for this matter.”

The red-haired young girl was polite. She looked directly at Professor Ashford and said with a smile, “Adele mentioned you, Professor. I hope to have the opportunity to discuss matters of the Modification School with you.”

“Oh… Hehe, so you are Adele’s friend. You don’t need to call me Professor, just call me Ashford,”

Ashford smiled and nodded, “Are you also interested in the ‘Modification School’?”

Ashford’s heart was filled with confusion. His peripheral vision again glanced in the direction of the sweating Oppold.

The young girl was clearly fine… What was wrong with Oppold?

“Your Excellency Thaddeus? Are you feeling unwell?”

Ashford asked with some concern. Oppold was a wealthy man. Treating him could cost a considerable amount in medical fees.

“Ho… ho…”

At this moment, the sweating Oppold’s gaze finally moved away from the young girl’s eyes. He quickly glanced around, only to find that many people were looking at him, who was acting abnormally.

What’s going on… What is this spiritual alarm?

Despite facing just an ordinary young girl, why did he feel such a strong fear and urge to flee, and it seemed he was the only one feeling this way…

He… actually felt fear towards a young girl?

The wine table behind him had been knocked over by him, and it was very likely Avena had seen this…

A huge sense of humiliation surged in Oppold’s heart. He knew that at this moment, he had to do something to repair the image he had lost just now.

“Heh… A boring trick… Let me tear off your disguise!”

Oppold was enraged and embarrassed. Red-hot molten iron began to solidify in his left hand. He suddenly raised his hand, and a greatsword still burning with red flames flew out of his hand, shooting towards the young girl.

The sword’s speed wasn’t fast. Ordinary transcendents could easily dodge it. Moreover, Oppold wasn’t aiming for a vital spot, just to expose the young girl who was pretending to be mysterious.

She was acquainted with Oppold’s friends. She was definitely a veteran transcendent. He just didn’t know why she put on this disguise, making him look foolish in front of everyone.

Schlick—

“Hiss—”

“Oh!”

“Oh my God…”

The sound of a sharp blade tearing through flesh and blood echoed. Gasps of surprise sounded in the banquet hall.

In their vision, Oppold’s blade directly pierced through the young girl’s chest, bringing out a spray of blood. The red-hot iron sword was stuck in the young girl’s body. A smell of burnt flesh and blood spread throughout the banquet hall.

“Your Excellency Oppold, what are you doing? She’s just a child!”

Ashford almost jumped up at this scene. He quickly stepped forward, seemingly about to go and treat the young girl.

Lucy, who had been hiding behind the table all along, could no longer suppress her curiosity upon hearing the commotion outside. Supporting herself on the edge of the table with her hands, she slowly peered out, looking in the direction where Oppold’s flying sword had shot.

And at this moment, Oppold, whose blade had left his hand, looked at the young girl swaying in the distance with a sense of helplessness. A question arose in his heart.

Was he really wrong?

Is she really just an ordinary person?

But the fear he felt when looking at her was so real… Eyes can deceive, but a spiritual alarm will not.

Just then, the young girl, spitting out blood, slowly raised her head, looking at Lucy, who had finally peered out. A smile slowly curved at the corner of her mouth.

Finally out.

Clickety-clackety-clackety—

Crisp sounds of gears turning echoed in almost everyone’s ears.

No good!!!

The moment Lucy, who had just peered out, heard the sound, the spiritual alarm in her mind exploded.

Before Lucy, in the direction of the banquet hall entrance, the young girl’s figure momentarily became a silver mosaic. Countless gears, hour and minute hands, and a giant clock made of flesh and blood appeared behind her, spinning rapidly.

Those scarlet pupils instantly magnified before Lucy, almost filling her entire vision. A feeling of unprecedented fear surged from her heart.

This was a primal, intense fear of the unknown from the depths of human hearts. This feeling of terror, as if being watched by a higher predator, made Lucy abruptly lower her head and squat down, her body trembling uncontrollably.

“Ugh!!!”

Not far to Lucy’s left, Hugh, beneath her mask, let out a scream. Her mask fell to the ground, revealing a terrifying insect face and giant mouth behind it. At this moment, her white worm-like face was extremely twisted. The skin beneath her long robe also seemed to be twisting and swelling.

Two pairs of thin, translucent insect wings, like cicada wings, tore through her back and unfolded behind Hugh.

Ashford looked towards the sound, completely stunned.

Loss of potion control? At this moment? How could this be?

The Church of the Savior Goddess and the Redemption Society had a deep cooperative relationship. Ashford also knew quite a bit about the Church of the Savior Goddess’s situation. He had even treated Hugh before and knew that her potion digestion level wasn’t high. Her head was corroded by the potion, and she had to wear a mask at all times.

But her condition had been quite good recently, and it shouldn’t be happening at this moment…

Moreover, it wasn’t just Hugh. In Ashford’s gaze, Oppold’s body also underwent drastic changes.

His emotions seemed to have completely fallen into extreme fear. Black steel had spread from his shoulders towards his jaw. The potion was rapidly encroaching on his body. A red-hot greatsword began to condense in his hand. His eyes were wild. Holding the sword, he was about to charge towards Ciel.

As for Lucy, her eyeballs had become swollen and bloodshot from congestion, seeming as if they could burst at any moment. Multiple pupils appeared in her eyes, swirling, like dice rolling in her eyeballs—among these three, Lucy’s potion digestion level was the best, and her condition was also the least severe.

Why did all three of their spirits and potions simultaneously collapse?

They just looked…

They just looked at that young girl…

Ashford looked back again, looking at the young girl who could barely stand. She stumbled back, leaning against the doorframe, looking at the three people before her expressionlessly. Her eyes and mouth were twitching from pain, but she was still muttering to herself.

“Hugh, complete collapse…”

“Oppold, nearing collapse… still has combat capability…”

“Lucy, least affected… still has autonomous movement and counterattack capability…”

“Ahem…”

A mouthful of blood spurted from Ciel’s mouth. Her gaze finally settled on Hugh, whom she had never killed before.

She had only summoned an Other Side being in front of her and fled… Did this action cause her such great fear?

Unexpectedly, Hugh’s potion digestion level was the lowest.

The Keyman’s situation was similar to Hugh’s, and the Keyman’s potion digestion level would only be worse than Hugh’s.

Overloading 【Nemesis】 is effective.

She… is dead for sure.

Looking at Oppold, who was charging towards her, roaring madly, Ciel’s lips slightly curved.

Although she really wanted to overload “Deadly Blood Roland” and give him a shot, considering that Avena and Nia would likely arrive soon, she abandoned that idea.

Silver light flickered. “Deadly Blood Roland” appeared in her hand. She aimed it directly at her head and pulled the trigger.

Bang—

Silver light flowed, covering everything before Ciel’s eyes.