The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 188

Her sister… saw… a red-haired “Subverter”…

In Berren City?

Ciel’s pupils slightly trembled.

Her simulated self had never returned to Berren City.

Naturally, it couldn’t have been her simulated self using the “Subverter” save file and being seen.

To see a “Subverter” Ciel in Berren City… It could only be in reality, and during the time she killed the Keyman…

And it wasn’t a simulation, it could only have been seen in reality… There was only one possible location for the sighting, the lakeside banquet.

But on that day, she didn’t receive any news about the Princess attending the banquet. How could a Princess go to a small city in the central region to attend a banquet of a minor noble?

White hair… Could it be…

Instantly, a figure holding a baton appeared in Ciel’s mind.

The conductor of that orchestra?! She is the Princess?!

She was witnessed by someone from the royal family in reality…

And this had become an unchangeable fact!

Ciel’s heart rate slowly increased.

Windsor, who was sitting, raised her previously lowered eyebrows and looked at Ciel again, asking with a grin, “Are you… nervous? Darling.”

“I don’t know any ‘Subverter’…”

“Ciel” nervously backed away a few steps. Her face showed a hint of panic. A drop of cold sweat even flowed down her cheek.

“Oh? Her Highness the sister has just returned from her tour in disguise. This is what she told me herself. How can it be false?”

Windsor stood up and slowly advanced towards “Ciel”, her smile gradually becoming brighter.

In disguise, just returned from a tour… This means, at least within a hundred days, as long as I catch that Princess, I can prevent the royal family from knowing, right?

Ciel stood to the side, coldly watching Windsor approach her illusion step by step.

She had understood the situation almost completely.

How to break the deadlock was the key.

Ciel walked around Windsor, slowly moved to the door, and pressed the bell.

Windsor, immersed in the scene, didn’t notice the muffled sound. Only when a maid opened the door, Windsor was still taking off her clothes while climbing onto the bed.

“Your Highness, do you have any instructions?”

The personal maid walked up to Ciel and said with a bowed head.

“What Windsor? Silly child.”

Ciel reached out and cupped the other party’s face, making her look directly at her. “You are Windsor.”

“I…” The maid’s brown pupils were slowly turning pink. She looked in the direction Ciel was pointing.

“Look, isn’t that your beloved Ciel?”

Ciel whispered in her ear, “You can finally kill her now.”

After patting the maid on the shoulder, Ciel slightly tidied her clothes and walked directly out of the glass birdcage. As the door closed with a click behind her, the sounds from inside were completely cut off.

Plop—

Ciel snapped her fingers. Reality and the dream gradually overlapped, and her appearance and clothes became those of the personal maid just now.

This was an illusion that would deceive anyone who had seen the personal maid.

Ciel walked into the palace. She could see the heavily guarded outside through the door, and even saw members of the Queen’s Sword patrolling.

But Ciel, in full view of everyone, walked directly towards the door. Any ordinary guard who looked at Ciel would instinctively shift their gaze away, and the patrolling members of the Queen’s Sword wouldn’t care about the whereabouts of a maid at all.

She walked out of the Princess’s mansion in broad daylight.

“System.”

Ciel silently thought in her mind. The system’s countdown appeared before her.

23 hours left…

Ciel decided to go to Lucy’s residence first to find Lucy. She would ask her about the changes in Ansu City during this time and the obstacles she encountered when trying to rescue her, and also inquire about Tara’s information.

Ciel in the simulation didn’t know Tara’s whereabouts at this moment either.

Ciel wasn’t familiar with the roads in Ansu City, but she remembered the address reserved on Lucy’s business card—she never missed written information.

She took a carriage to Lucy’s luxurious residence.

A servant walked towards Ciel but didn’t say a word. He just opened the door.

In his subconscious, he had already considered Ciel a distinguished guest who didn’t need to be announced. A “Subverter” could already influence ordinary people without using language. This little trick was simply too easy for Ciel.

After asking a maid for Lucy’s location, Ciel arrived at the entrance of the master bedroom on the third floor. She reached out and directly opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, Ciel smelled a pungent odor of smoke and alcohol. Various expensive wine bottles were scattered all over the floor. In the middle, a tall, short-haired woman wearing a golden slip was fiercely gulping down alcohol from a bottle.

The woman drinking was Lucy. Her body was swaying at the moment. She didn’t know how much she had drunk, or rather, how many days she had been drinking.

“Lucy.” Ciel looked at Lucy and spoke calmly.

And Lucy, upon hearing the familiar voice, looked towards the direction of the door with some confusion. After she finally saw who the visitor was, she swayed, raised the bottle, and fiercely smashed it against the wall, shouting as if venting, “I’ve never lost a gamble! Never!”

She panted heavily, looked at Ciel, and said, gritting her teeth:

“You’d better be here to make me rich, my friend.”