The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 172

【Future Days: 113 Days (Holy Year 741, October 25th, 12:00) (Cost: 200 Fate Points)】

【Past Days: 300 Days (Holy Year 740, September 24th, 12:00) (Cost: 300 Fate Points)】

Now, Ciel had roughly figured out the correspondence between simulation time and the points consumed.

Within 30 days was calculated at 10 points. Exceeding that increased to 100 points. Exceeding 100 days was calculated at 200 points. Up to one year ago, it increased by 100 points every 100 days.

Ciel still had one free die that hadn’t been used… but she didn’t plan to use it, nor did she plan to spend 200 Fate Points to simulate.

She even sighed in relief after seeing the Future Days simulation time.

She had been planning to kill the Keyman these past few days, and the Future Days simulation time indicated that even if she killed the Keyman, she could at least live for 113 days.

This meant she successfully concealed killing the Keyman and escaped without attracting the attention of the Society of Merriment.

Ciel leaned back on the sofa behind her, reached up to rub her temples, and gently shook her head.

Now she had a general grasp of how to better use the “Subverter” save file.

Although “Subverter” was useful, the potion’s influence was significant.

Perhaps it was because she digested it too well, but when switching to the “Subverter” save file, Ciel always couldn’t sense the potion’s presence—her thoughts and the potion’s seemed to be astonishingly aligned.

According to the Society of Merriment’s standards, the “Instigator” path’s digestion seemed inseparable from recklessly courting death, stirring up trouble, completely acting without regard for their own life, just to create big news and big fun.

And Ciel’s mindset when entering the simulation seemed to perfectly align with the “Instigator” path.

Equally reckless, equally wanting to cause big trouble and see the subsequent results.

In these two points, she was strangely aligned with the potion—however, if Ciel drank the “Instigator” potion in reality, she definitely wouldn’t have this effect.

The Ciel in reality cherished her life more. Moreover, all her plans prioritized simplicity, efficiency, and safety. If she drank the “Instigator” potion directly in reality, she would likely end up just like the Keyman.

Moreover, Ciel now basically knew how to use “Subverter” to minimize being led astray by the potion.

That was to not give it enough time, and also not to let her simulated self drink the “Instigator” potion.

As long as her simulated self under the influence of the “Subverter” potion didn’t have enough time to act, the simulated self influenced by the potion would start slacking off.

But she could write so much… Ciel, back in reality, still had her mind filled with how great “Subverter” was, completely unable to recover.

After all, in the simulation, she had written almost 100,000 words in just one day, praising how great “Subverter” was, without even a single repetition.

Ciel took a new notepad and began writing on it.

She needed to sort out the things she needed to do carefully, as well as the information gained from the simulation, and also filter out the over 100,000 words of praise in her mind, which felt like brainwashing magic sounds.

It was now the 4th. There were less than 3 days until the banquet on the 7th. Ciel needed to plan what would happen after killing the Keyman at the banquet.

First, there were the siege explosive barrels still in the hands of the remaining Blackwater Gang members. These things had too much lethality and were easy to be used by others. They had to be seized by the police or military. This could also be considered a great achievement.

And there were the matters of the Orlando Republican Army and the factory workers.

Although the Society of Merriment was gone, a large number of Orlando Republican Army members had mixed into Berren City with the refugees, and who knew which refugees would become members of the Orlando Republican Army one day.

At least, Ciel had to make sure these people didn’t cause trouble while she was still in Berren City.

Once she was ready to leave Berren City for Ansu, she wouldn’t care if these people caused a flood.

Yes, going to Ansu had become Ciel’s plan.

Although her simulated self’s thinking just now was misled by the “Subverter,” the overall idea was correct.

Berren City was far from the capital, and so many major events had happened recently. Coupled with the continuously expanding territory and influx of people, who knew if another major disaster would occur later.

In Ansu City, even if the sky fell, those “tall ones” would hold it up. Ciel just needed to blend in and use simulation to avoid some risks in advance.

At least from the current perspective, Ansu City was much safer than Berren City—after all, Ciel basically didn’t have a single good day in Berren City.

However, in a few aspects, Ciel was slightly hesitant.

That was, would others listen to her and go to Ansu with her?

Avena, Sister, Adele, Amy…

Tara wasn’t included. Ciel pointing east meant she would never go west. Taking Tara was equivalent to bringing a “Divine Advent Church reinforcement” as a trump card. Ciel couldn’t abandon Tara.

Avena’s attitude towards going to Ansu City last time was also somewhat ambiguous. She seemed reluctant to contact her family.

However, these matters were not urgent. Ciel could wait until after the banquet on July 7th to ask them one by one.

As for how to get there, Ciel had already thought of it.

School.

Augustus University or Ansu United University College. If the former didn’t work, she would go to the latter. With Avena around, getting a recommendation for admission would be quite simple.

After making her plan, Ciel burned what she had just written on the balcony. Just as she finished burning the notes and entered the room, Avena happened to push the door open and enter.

“I’m back.”

Avena closed the door, her shoulders slumped, and walked directly to the bed, flopping onto it.

Now, in front of Ciel, Avena was becoming more and more unconcerned about her image.

Ciel remembered what happened in the simulation. She walked to Avena, who was lying on the bed, climbed onto the bed, and said, “Avena.”

“Hmm?”

Avena turned her face to look at Ciel.

“Don’t drink anymore, next time.” Ciel said.

“Ah? Why?” Avena blinked, a little confused by Ciel’s somewhat abrupt words.

Ciel’s words were hard for Avena to understand. After all, in Berren City, where clean water was scarce, various wines were considered the cleanest drinks. Many nobles basically didn’t drink water, only wine, tea, and coffee.

Moreover, drinking water could cause cholera and typhoid fever. Drinking water was worse than drinking tea, coffee, or alcohol.

Ciel was stumped by Avena’s question.

She couldn’t exactly say that Avena, when drunk, had even made a “Subverter” stumble, and she was also worried that she might stumble and be pinned down by a drunken Avena using her ability.

“I don’t like the taste of alcohol.” Ciel slowly said, telling a lie.

“Okay, I won’t drink it anymore.” Avena nodded.

Since Ciel didn’t like the taste of alcohol, she would drink less in the future.

“Do me a favor.” Ciel lay on her side, looking at Avena, who was lying before her, and said, “Invite Lucy to the manor tomorrow. I need to talk to her.”

“Lucy… Silva?” Avena thought for a moment, then asked, “Afternoon tea, okay? I’ll also listen in.”

“Okay.” Ciel nodded.

This was not something that needed to be hidden from Avena. Avena herself was a “Psychiatrist,” with transcendent abilities, she wouldn’t show any flaws at the meeting.

Now, she just needed to wait for Lucy to come tomorrow, use the “formula” from the simulation to quickly build a relationship with her, and invite her to do this “deal.”