The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 213

For dinner, Ciel ate a little of the delivered meal—when she said “a little,” she actually meant she ate all of it.

After giving feedback to Lucy earlier, the delivered meals had changed significantly. It seemed the chef had adjusted the dishes based on Ciel’s taste.

After eating, Ciel felt the dizziness lessen slightly. The food had replenished Ciel’s physical strength well, allowing her to focus on her mental recovery.

Avena watched Ciel devour her food the entire time. Seeing Ciel slump back in her chair feeling satisfied, a slight smile also unconsciously appeared on Avena’s lips.

Seeing the person she liked eat until they were full and show a satisfied expression also gave her a sense of being healed.

After slumping and resting for a while, Ciel opened her eyes, looked at Avena sitting opposite her, and said, “Avena, there’s something I want to discuss with you.”

Ciel’s banquet plan required Avena’s cooperation and assistance, so she had to discuss it with Avena beforehand.

Avena rested her right elbow on the table, her palm supporting the side of her face. She slowly removed the smile from her face and asked expressionlessly, “About the banquet?”

“Yes.” Ciel nodded.

“Is it very urgent?” Avena continued to ask.

Ciel paused slightly.

This matter wasn’t exactly urgent. She would definitely rest tonight. She could even have her simulated self draft the plan with Avena, and she would just need to see the results.

“Not very urgent, I suppose…”

Ciel noticed Avena’s mood had turned a little cold, and Ciel’s tone became somewhat uncertain.

“Then let’s get a good rest tonight, okay?”

Avena tried to make her words softer, but they still conveyed a sense of unquestionability. “Your mind can’t take any more strain.”

“Okay.” Ciel nodded.

She herself knew that she had been pushing her mind too hard lately, wishing she could split one day into several portions to use—Ciel had indeed split it up and used many portions.

“Let’s go to the bathhouse first and take a bath. You’re all sweaty…”

Avena stood up and walked towards the door, saying casually, “I’ll have someone tidy this place up.”

“Do you want to come with me?”

“I’ve already washed.”

Only after Avena left, Ciel looked at the mess on the dining table and felt a little emotional herself.

Just a few years ago, she was still studying, cooking, and cleaning every day, living a poor life that went back and forth between two points. But now, she felt as if she had instantly lost her ability to take care of herself. She no longer had the thought or strength to clean up herself.

Was this going from frugality to luxury?

Ciel had Tara bring her a change of clothes and walked towards the hotel’s bathhouse—although there was a copper bathtub in the room, preparing it would take a lot of time. There were no water heaters or anything like that here.

Moreover, Lucy had specifically arranged for a bathhouse to be used only by Ciel and her companions, so there was no need to worry about being disturbed by others. It was basically like going for a hot spring.

Entering the bathhouse and passing through the archway covered by several curtains, Ciel felt the steam washing over her.

The humid air and golden decorations maintained the luxury of the place. Soft lighting illuminated every tile inlaid with exquisite patterns. Looking towards the center, the bathtub stood quietly in the middle. The water surface was like a mirror, the water ripples undisturbed, as if waiting for Ciel to disturb them.

The spacious bathhouse was empty.

Ciel took off her shoes and stepped barefoot onto the smooth marble floor. After walking to the bench beside the bathtub, she took off her clothes, preparing to wash her hair and body with soap first.

“Ci… Lord Ciel…”

Tara, who had been following behind Ciel, looked at Ciel’s back before her. She felt her mind was dizzy as if poisoned. She stammered, “I, I, I… I can help you scrub your back, wash your hair, give you a massage…”

For some reason, a strong desire could be heard in her tone.

Ciel also wanted to save some time. She thought for a moment and said, “No need for the others. Just help me wash my hair, thank you.”

Ciel sat on a low stool beside the bathtub, pushed all her hair behind her, then picked up the soap beside her and started washing herself.

Tara, behind Ciel, stood still for a while to calm her breathing. Then, trembling, she took off her clothes until only her slip remained. She picked up a brush and soap beside her and knelt behind Ciel, gently holding her hair.

Lord Ciel’s hair… it smells nice…

No, no, no, Tara, what are you thinking! What you need to do now is help Lord Mother Goddess clean her hair!

She picked up a wooden ladle and scooped up water. She slowly wet all of Ciel’s smooth red hair. The wet, long hair clung to Ciel’s fair skin. As long as Tara touched her hair, her fingers would inevitably touch Ciel’s soft skin.

With just this simple action, Tara almost knocked over the wooden ladle several times. She didn’t know if it was the steam from the water or something else, but Tara’s face was as red as if she had a high fever.

Tara’s hands were trembling almost the entire time. She held Ciel’s hair as if on a pilgrimage, rubbing it with soap. She couldn’t even bring herself to use the wooden brush.

Tap, tap—

Only after hearing footsteps in the distance did Tara suddenly startle awake. She quickly returned to normal, secretly glancing sideways at the newcomer.

Ciel also heard the footsteps. She turned her head and saw Avena, wearing a bath robe, walking towards her. All of her black long hair had been tied up, pinned on top of her head with hairpins and styled into a bun.

Didn’t she say she had already washed?