The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 226

Regarding the Church of the God of Order, Forte was definitely preparing to demand the Other Side coordinates from the Church of the God of Order, or rather, the Other Side node.

That was the Other Side node recorded by the Church of the God of Order, the one from which they obtained the “Artificial Divinity” technology.

This concerned Forte’s ambition to completely resolve his mental whispers and advance further.

He was very confident that he could obtain that “Uniqueness.” He wanted to use the “Uniqueness” to explore a higher path.

Transcender—which was the ancient Ansu word for Ascendant.

This was a transcendence, an ascension closer to godhood, a transformation that completely shed the constraints of the frail human body.

And regarding the Church of the Savior Goddess, Forte also seemed to have designs.

With Mond, the new Pope who temporarily controlled the Church of the Savior Goddess, Forte still seemed unsatisfied. This time, he was likely planning to use Mond to completely control the merged Church of the Savior Goddess and the Divine Advent Church—thereby controlling the North, North Ansu.

Changing the country’s name from United Kingdom to Unified Empire had always been Forte’s ambition. The Church of the Savior Goddess controlled the faith in the North. Controlling the Church of the Savior Goddess was equivalent to gaining the support of the people in the North.

However, doing so would inevitably put Forte in opposition to the high-level transcendent from the Society of Merriment in the North who was currently performing an Advancement Ritual…

[Translator’s Note: It’s not the usual “Reconstitution Ritual” (复现仪式, fùxiàn yíshì), but a different term, “Advancement Ritual” (晋升仪式, jìnshēng yíshì). Considering the scale of the ritual as well… Is it a ritual from Transcendent to Ascendant?]

But would Forte back down?

He had just “resolved” the “Keyman” from the Society of Merriment and was waiting for the merged “Uniqueness” to find him. His confidence was soaring like never before.

Would a warmonger be afraid of war?

Impossible.

Ciel, who understood Forte’s personality and the various interests involved, quickly analyzed Forte’s underlying purpose… but she couldn’t speak it aloud yet.

Because beside her, someone else was also walking towards them.

Windsor.

Ciel, who was about to say something, stopped after seeing Windsor approach. Several people almost simultaneously fixed their gaze on the approaching Windsor.

“Princess Windsor.”

Avena slightly bowed to Windsor.

Lucy and Ciel also bowed towards Windsor, speaking in turn, “Your Highness Princess.”

“This Forte is too rude. This is your banquet.”

Windsor said somewhat unhappily. Her gaze swept over everyone. After lingering on Ciel for a moment, she looked at Avena again. “I’ll teach him a lesson for you.”

Among these people, perhaps the only one who hadn’t understood anything was Windsor.

“Thank you for your concern, Princess… However, Your Excellency Forte was just attending the banquet. There was no real impact.”

Avena shook her head and said, “There will be plenty of time to host banquets in the future, and this time, I have also met many new friends.”

“You’ve matured a lot during this time away, Avena.”

Windsor shook her head and said, “The old you wouldn’t have just swallowed this.”

Avena didn’t reply.

Indeed, she was more rebellious before, and she wouldn’t hide anything she said. Even when she was in Berren City, she would show a cold face to people she didn’t like and wouldn’t give anyone a pleasant look.

However, now that she had Ciel, she couldn’t just consider herself when doing things.

Moreover, she knew that Forte had fallen into Ciel’s trap. The more arrogant Forte was, the faster he would self-destruct.

“People change.”

Avena seemed to have little desire to talk to Windsor.

Ever since she learned Windsor’s true nature from Ciel, she had no longer trusted this childhood playmate. Just as she said, people change.

“There is still a chance to make up for it.”

Windsor thought for a moment and said, “Tomorrow, I can host another luncheon at the palace. Please come and grace us with your presence then, Avena.”

Hearing this, Avena subconsciously glanced towards Ciel. Seeing that Ciel had no reaction, Avena looked at Windsor and said, “Alright, I will visit then.”

Ciel not explicitly opposing meant that nothing would go wrong.

“It’s getting late. I should also be going. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

Windsor’s gaze lingered on Ciel again, then she continued, “If you wish to come, you are also welcome at any time, beautiful ladies.”

With that, Windsor smiled and turned around, leaving with her attendants.

The banquet had already reached the point of winding down. Even the musicians had left.

Especially after Princess Windsor left, others also said their goodbyes and departed one after another. Within 20 minutes, the once lively banquet hall was now left with only their own people.

The people from the Divine Advent Church were all arranged by Ciel to enter Avena’s mansion. They met with Cardinal Percy in the reception room on the first floor.

As for Avena, she took Ciel, Lucy, and the remaining people to the study on the second floor.

After closing the study door, Avena sat down on the sofa, leaning back. She no longer maintained her usual lady-like posture. She seemed utterly exhausted.

“Tomorrow, there’s going to be an earthquake…”

Lucy sat beside her and sighed, “I don’t know what Forte is going crazy about.”

“Why are you still here?” Ciel looked at Lucy with a speechless expression.

“Cough, cough…”

Lucy, who had just slumped back, immediately straightened up and said.

“I was just thinking if this would have any impact on us… If there are any plans, I can also contribute.”

Lucy wasn’t lying. She knew there were going to be significant changes, and she was just thinking if her new identity could be of any use.

The position of Executive Director of Deton Group, even within Ansu City, was not to be underestimated.

“There is indeed something you need to do.”

Ciel looked at Lucy and said, “Do you still remember the Keyman’s corpse?”

“I remember.” Lucy nodded.

That was a crucial “prop” that allowed her to be promoted to director. She definitely couldn’t forget it.