The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 218

This desperate shriek seemed to irritate Ciel, who liked quiet. She knelt down in front of Mond, slowly extended her hand, passed through the black shadow, and grabbed Mond’s hair.

“First, my name is not Keyman… You can call me Ciel.”

Ciel said expressionlessly, “Secondly, your plan is not unrelated to mine… You killed my friend.”

“As for the Keyman?”

Ciel’s lips slightly curved. “That good-for-nothing is already dead by my hand.”

“No… no! You won’t fool me! Keyman!!!”

Mond at this moment completely disbelieved anything Ciel said. Even if Ciel directly said she was Ciel and not the Keyman, she still adamantly believed Ciel was the Keyman.

“Tsk…”

Ciel shook her head and said, “These days… no one believes the truth anymore.”

Ciel slowly raised her right hand. The bone saw directly sank into the black shadow. Ciel’s hands felt like they were wrapped in jelly.

The blade of the bone saw rested against Mond’s forehead.

“Stay… quiet…”

Ciel’s right hand slowly pushed and pulled. The blade of the bone saw began to rub against Mond’s forehead.

“Ahhhhh!!!!”

Inside the factory, horrifying screams echoed. These screams gradually became hoarse, and finally, only painful whimpers remained.

Within the black shadow that was gradually becoming translucent, Mond’s skull had been completely removed by Ciel, but it could not be taken out of the black shadow.

Mond at this moment remained conscious due to her Tier 3’s strong mental fortitude, but this consciousness subjected her to unprecedented pain and fear. She could only watch helplessly as her skull was removed, watching the smiling girl before her begin to cut into her brain with a surgical knife.

The moment her frontal lobe was completely removed, all the pain and fear seemed to leave her at this point. Her expression began to become calm and indifferent.

Although her eyeballs were filled with bloodshot veins at this moment, her calm gaze made her look as if she were already dead.

Ciel raised her hand and took a dark green frontal lobe from the hand of a black-robed figure beside her. She slowly sent it into the black shadow, placing it in the empty space on Mond’s forehead.

The pulsating brain, upon contact with the fresh cut surface of the other brain, seemed to come alive. The outer part of the dark green brain began to spread dark green blood vessels like slime mold, connecting to the other brain.

In less than 3 seconds, the brain had completed its parasitism.

“Cough…”

“Cough cough…”

The moment she was completely parasitized, Mond’s body twitched. Then she coughed violently.

Color gradually appeared in her indifferent eyes. Soon, Mond’s pupils darkened. The horrifying exoskeleton on her body, which was full of pores like parasitic barnacles, began to continuously spread along her neck towards her face and brain.

The pollution from the Other Side began to take effect.

“Keep going, Mond.”

Ciel spoke, cheering Mond on.

She knew Mond could hear her.

Hearing Ciel’s words, a spark gradually appeared in Mond’s expression. She turned her eyeballs to look at Ciel. Her gradually unfocused pupils were filled with anger.

But the manifestation of potion erosion on her body gradually ceased, completely stopping when it reached Mond’s eyeballs.

Mond’s body was now covered in horrifying, pitted pores. Her eyeballs, which were being encroached upon by the exoskeleton, also began to show signs of disease, as if infected by some unheard-of terrifying parasite.

She had survived the erosion from the Other Side.

As expected of a Tier 3… much stronger than a “Crown Guard”‘s performance.

Looking at Mond before her, Ciel began to wonder if she had some stereotypical impression of “Crown Guards.” Perhaps the high-level Crown Guards in the Church of the God of Order had all been polluted by the Other Side to varying degrees…

Oh, no, Oppold’s mental state was also extremely weak.

If it wasn’t due to problems with everyone’s potion formulas or reconstitution rituals, perhaps “Crown Guards” were simply mentally weak.

Ciel continued to observe the changes in Mond before her. Just at this moment, Eleanor’s black shadow, which had been standing behind her, flickered slightly.

Eleanor appeared behind Ciel.

Eleanor, who had just received information about the surroundings, smelled a strong metallic odor. She frowned and looked at the “table” beside her. On it lay the corpse of a tragic, beheaded commoner.

And Ciel before her was half-kneeling in front of the Society of Merriment member whom she had bound with her ability. Just by looking at Ciel’s bloodstained gloves, one could tell what had happened.

Then, Eleanor saw the dark green frontal lobe that had been grafted onto the forehead of that Society of Merriment member.

For a moment, Eleanor wondered if she had trusted the wrong person. In just the two hours she had been away to report, such a tragic change had occurred here.

“I promised to spare her life.” Eleanor said, looking at Ciel’s back.

People from the Judicator’s Court were like this, rather stubborn.

“You promised to act as if you hadn’t seen her,”

Ciel didn’t turn back, only replied indifferently, “You indeed didn’t see anything just now… Moreover, I didn’t promise to let her go.”

The horrifying crack under Eleanor’s mask opened. For a moment, she couldn’t say anything.

What Ciel said… indeed made sense.

“What is this?”

Eleanor looked at Mond and raised her hand to directly strengthen the black shadow that had begun to gradually disappear.

She could feel two emotions fiercely clashing in Mond’s mind. The fear emanating from one of the mental streams made Eleanor exceptionally irritated.

“Forte’s memories,”

Ciel slowly stood up, took off her gloves, and threw the bloodstained gloves directly on the ground. “His living Spiritual Note.”

Living note…

Eleanor said nothing. She knew that a crisis concerning the life and death of the Church of the Savior Goddess was approaching, and the Church of the Savior Goddess was basically unable to resist…

And the girl before her, as well as the organization behind her, might be the key to breaking the situation.

The Church of the Savior Goddess could no longer afford another strong enemy. They had to find help, at any cost… to survive… and then take revenge!

Mond, who was kneeling on the ground, lowered her head and remained motionless.

Just as Ciel was about to discard the corpse on the table and flip over the waterproof cloth to lie on it and sleep for a while, Mond slowly raised her head.

She calmly glanced at Ciel and Eleanor, smiled faintly, and said in a soft voice, “I feel like a few scattered memories of a Society of Merriment member have been added to my brain~”

“Ladies, do you have any leads?”

“Are you… Eleanor?”

“Mond” slightly turned her eye sockets, looking at Ciel. A hint of confusion appeared on her face.

“Who are you…?”