The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 190

“Lord Seraphim.”

“Your Excellency Seraphim.”

At the entrance of Avena’s room, the two “Detectives” standing at the door moved aside, allowing a woman with a terrifying black iron mask covering her face, only her chin visible, to enter.

Seraphim quickly walked into the room. The first thing she saw was the figure lying in a pool of blood. Beside the figure, several “Missionaries” wearing the robes of the Church of the God of Order were praying in low voices.

The moment she walked in, the strong smell of blood made Seraphim’s scalp tighten. When she saw the face of the person on the ground and the potion materials separated out beside her, the last shred of hope in her heart completely vanished.

“Damn it…”

Seraphim quickly knelt down and began examining the wounds on the body.

There were a total of eight knife wounds. Each wound was of a different depth, but it was clear at a glance that the most fatal wound was the one that had passed through the eye to the brain.

“Miss Avena is missing. We suspect she committed the murder and fled out of guilt.”

A High Priest spoke, addressing Seraphim.

“We are the first witnesses. We have already examined the wounds.”

Seraphim didn’t speak. She raised her right hand and placed it on the first wound on the chest. The low-temperature molten iron she condensed from her fingertip flowed down the wound. After sealing each wound, she took out the bloodstained iron molds.

Soon, eight molds were taken out and quickly sorted into two sets, arranged in two rows.

“The person was not killed by Avena, or at least the murderer was not just one person.”

Seraphim’s mind raced. She had to find every possible way to clear Avena’s name and prevent the family from being implicated in this murder case.

“These two sets of knife marks have distinct differences. These four penetrating stabs and one throat cut have deeper wounds. And except for the stab to the liver, the wounds are relatively straight. This attacker’s strength is clearly greater, and they are a skilled Assassin.”

“And the other three wounds have irregular edges, indicating that the attacker did not have enough strength when stabbing, causing the knife tip to deviate. And the stab to the chest didn’t even break the rib. It just scratched it…

Clearly, this person’s strength is weaker, and the stabbed areas are not fatal points. They are a novice.”

After pausing for a moment, Seraphim said, “Furthermore, these three stabs show no significant bleeding, only minimal bruising. There is also no inflammation or edema around the wounds. They were made after death.”

“The murderer is a transcendent whose strength is at least equivalent to a Tier 2 ‘Fanatic.’ He killed Windsor, then forced Avena to stab the body, and then kidnapped Avena.”

“Avena and Windsor have had no conflicts. She has no motive to murder Windsor.”

The air was still for a few seconds. After a while, a church “Missionary” slowly spoke.

“You must say these words to that person, Your Excellency.”

He paused for a second, then added, “If there is anything you need help with, please feel free to come to the Holy See to find us. We shall take our leave now.”

Seraphim gritted her teeth.

She naturally knew who the “that person” the other party was referring to was.

Not the Queen, nor the consort prince, but Forte of the Royal Orchestra.

Windsor was his daughter. This was an open secret within the Ansu transcendent circle.

“Your Excellency Forte.”

While the “Missionaries” hadn’t left yet, the “Detectives'” greetings sounded at the door. Seraphim licked her dry lips, stood up, turned to face the door, and bowed her head, “Your Excellency Forte.”

A tall white-haired man slowly walked towards Seraphim. He ignored Seraphim and stood before the corpse, slowly kneeling down.

He reached out and slowly closed the corpse’s other relatively intact eye. Forte spoke. His voice was no longer as composed and pleasant as before.

“Tell me the situation.”

Seraphim, bracing herself, explained her earlier deductions. After a long while, Forte stood up, slightly tidied his white tailcoat, and said, “Someone ran away from Windsor’s palace today. Her name is Ciel… Do you have any leads?”

Ciel? That brilliant “Law Officer”?

Now, not only Seraphim, but even the scalps of those “Missionaries” tingled.

If the murderer was Avena, then it indeed had nothing to do with the Church of the God of Order for now, as Avena had not yet officially joined the Church of the God of Order.

But if the murderer was Ciel, then the Church of the God of Order couldn’t wash their hands of it either…

Because Ciel had joined the Church of the God of Order before she was captured. Even now, she was considered a member of the Church of the God of Order, as she had not yet been taken to the Holy Law Court for judgment.

The Roswell family and the Church of the God of Order had become two grasshoppers on the same string.

“This is also a failure of my oversight, allowing a ‘Law Officer’ to escape. You are not to blame for this.”

Forte’s face showed a faint smile. He narrowed his eyes and said, “Seal the news. I will inform the Queen.”

After saying this, Forte left Avena’s room. But everyone else in the room was almost soaked in cold sweat.

“Quick, find Priestess Ciel and Avena’s location before the Queen intervenes!”

“Go back and report to the Holy See, quickly!”

The clergy quickly rushed out of the room, and Seraphim also ran out immediately.

I must report to Duke Roswell quickly… Mobilize all family forces, seal off Ansu City, search every inch!

The leverage cannot be given to Queen Vitalis!