The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 220

Ciel, lying down, raised her hands, seemingly wanting to embrace Avena, but after raising her hands, she realized that there were still vines wrapped around her arms.

Thus, Ciel slowly moved her body, slightly raised her head, and rested it on Avena’s thigh.

“Your hair is getting my clothes wet…”

Avena said, her voice trembling, wiping away the tears welling up in her eyes with her sleeve. However, a few drops still fell directly onto Ciel’s face.

Avena’s suppressed emotions and grievances from the past few days were finally released at this moment. She let Ciel lie on her thigh and sleep.

The sunlight from outside the window shone through the glass onto Avena’s back, giving her a warm feeling… But it was hard not to suspect that Ciel had moved to Avena’s lap to sleep precisely to use Avena’s body to block the sunlight.

One hour… two hours… three hours…

The sun outside the window had set in the west, and the red glow outside the window indicated that night was approaching.

It was at this moment that Ciel, the “nocturnal creature,” slowly opened her eyes.

“Hmm…”

She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead. Then she sat up, her body completely lax from sleep. She slouched and looked at Avena beside her.

“Good morning…”

A faint smile appeared on Ciel’s face as she greeted Avena.

“It’s already evening.”

Avena looked at Ciel beside her, her face expressionless.

After the emotional rollercoaster of the past few hours, Avena had gradually recovered, and her emotions had returned to calmness.

However, when Avena spoke to Ciel, Ciel couldn’t help but feel that Avena’s voice was somehow gentler, though she wasn’t sure if it was her own illusion.

Perhaps because she had almost lost her, Avena had learned to cherish her even more.

“My head is so dizzy… maybe I haven’t slept enough…”

Ciel turned her head and glanced out the window.

“Oh, it’s evening already… time to go to bed…”

Saying this, Ciel slowly rolled over, about to crawl towards the pillow.

But the next moment, Ciel’s skirt was grabbed by Avena.

Avena’s clothes were already a little larger than Ciel’s size. The strap of the nightgown was just resting on Ciel’s shoulder. Now, with Avena’s tug, the entire nightgown almost slid off Ciel’s body.

Feeling her nightgown being pulled, Ciel, who was crawling towards the pillow, turned back to look at Avena, her face showing a hint of confusion, “What’s wrong?”

Avena: “…”

The Ciel from before almost wished she didn’t have to sleep at all, using all 24 hours of the day to work. Now, whenever she got a chance, she wanted to sleep.

Avena didn’t mind letting Ciel rest a little longer, but at this moment, there seemed to be a very urgent matter that needed Ciel’s confirmation.

“Eleanor from the Church of the Savior Goddess has arrived… It seems she came to visit you. She has been waiting downstairs for over ten minutes.”

Avena looked at Ciel and asked, “Would you like to go down and see her first?”

Ciel looked at Avena and slightly tilted her head. At this moment, her somewhat groggy brain finally kicked into gear and began to function.

“Oh, right…”

There were only a few hours left in the simulation…

Then she would just have to try her best to stay awake for a few more hours…

Ciel nodded. She crawled backward a few steps, lifted her legs, and stepped onto the thick carpet. She raised her hand, slightly pulled up the strap, and then walked directly towards the door.

But the next moment, Ciel’s skirt was pulled by Avena again.

“Are you going to meet her looking like that?”

Looking at Ciel, whose one strap was hanging down and whose hair was a mess from sleeping, Avena gently shook her head.

“Sit down first. I’ll find you some clothes.”

Avena pressed Ciel down onto the bed and sat her up. Then she stood up and walked out of the room.

Since she didn’t have to do the work herself, Ciel naturally didn’t refuse and just sat there, watching Avena leave.

When Avena came back with a new set of clothes, Ciel, who was sitting on the bed, had already lowered her head and entered “fishing” mode.

Avena brought Ciel a sleeveless dress to avoid the vines on Ciel’s arms snagging the clothes. She also included a relatively wide, leather shawl. As long as she didn’t make any large movements, it would likely be more durable than other soft shawls.

“Let’s go.”

Seeing Ciel, who was dressed again with her help, Avena nodded in satisfaction—except for Ciel’s hair, which was still a little messy.

Avena walked in front of Ciel, and Ciel, who was following behind Avena, leaned forward almost the entire time, resting her forehead against Avena’s shoulder as she walked… This way of walking was more effortless for Ciel.

It was a pity that there was a height difference when going down the stairs, so Ciel had to temporarily give up her effortless walking method when descending. After reaching the first floor, she rested her forehead on Avena’s shoulder again.

“Ciel.”

Avena suddenly stopped and slightly turned her head to look at Ciel, who was leaning on her right shoulder.

“Hmm…?”

Ciel, leaning on Avena’s shoulder, slightly turned her head, looking at her.

“Your personality has changed so much… Is this also the influence of the potion?”

Avena looked at Ciel’s dark purple eyes and asked with some worry.

If it were the Ciel of the past, she would definitely not walk around leaning on her shoulder so intimately in front of everyone. Many maids had seen this scene along the way, and their faces showed a little surprise.

Even Avena, who had been tempered in the world of fame and fortune for so long and felt she didn’t care about anyone else’s gaze, became redder in the face the further they walked.

“Yes.”

Ciel replied with a single word, starting her effortless speaking method.

“It’s alright… I will find a way to help you recover…”

After Avena finished speaking, she hesitated for a moment, then took a step back, allowing Ciel to walk beside her.

With this adjustment, Ciel looked as if she were leaning on her shoulder.

Then, Avena slowly reached out and put her arm around Ciel’s slender waist.

Avena had never thought that she could so easily have Ciel leaning on her in such a “clinging” posture.

This feeling gave Avena an unprecedented sense of confidence. She even felt that it wasn’t so bad to continue like this…

As long as she slowly helped Ciel perfect the reconstitution ritual and found a powerful “Reborn” to help Ciel with the potion erosion on her hands…

She would gain a soft and clingy Ciel.

Moreover, Avena subtly felt that in this state, Ciel seemed like she wouldn’t resist anything she did… She would just be too lazy to resist.

But quickly, Avena suppressed these selfish desires in her heart.

‘How can you think like that, Avena… You have to do your best to help Ciel return to her original state…’

‘But making Ciel stay in this state for a little longer is also unavoidable, isn’t it… After all, your own mental state hasn’t fully recovered yet.’

In Avena’s heart, it was as if a little angel and a little devil were arguing with each other.