The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 228

“Someone from our organization.” Lafayette was silent for a long time before speaking.

“What organization?” Forte pressed.

Forte’s question was met only with Lafayette’s silence.

It wasn’t that Lafayette didn’t want to answer, but that she also didn’t know the name of the organization.

This was the organization’s encryption method.

“This is a secret that cannot be leaked even upon our death,”

Lafayette gently shook her head. “I myself cannot sense any secrets of the organization in my mind.”

Lafayette herself doesn’t know?

Forte was slightly surprised.

…The level of secrecy is so strict. No wonder I never sensed the existence of this organization before.

Is it some ancient hidden school of thought?

“You cannot leave Ansu,”

Forte looked at Lafayette, who was sitting before him, and slowly said, “This is my request.”

Request?

A threat!

If Lafayette dared to leave, she would be captured the next moment. She was certain of this.

She had never escaped Forte’s control. It seemed he could always know her location and find her no matter where she went.

“When the research is finished, I will leave.”

Lafayette seemed unfazed by Forte’s approach and said slowly.

“I hope you will keep your promise as always.”

Forte nodded slightly, then turned. “There are still some matters to attend to… I will take my leave now.”

Lafayette watched Forte leave until the wooden door closed and Forte disappeared from her sight.

At this moment, Forte walked out of the dark passage, left the basement, and headed towards the main hall.

A musician from the Royal Orchestra at the entrance seemed relieved upon seeing Forte. He quickly stepped forward and walked to Forte’s side.

“Your Excellency Forte, something seems to have happened at the Church of the God of Order…”

The musician said in a low voice.

“Something happened?”

Forte slightly frowned and said, “Are they planning a rebellion?”

The people from the Church of the God of Order were clever. They shouldn’t immediately make rebellious moves after hearing those words last night. They would definitely test the waters first.

“St. Bernard’s Church in the East Suburbs has lost contact with them. They sent a few ‘Crown Guards’ over, but those ‘Crown Guards’ couldn’t return either… It might be related to that world. They have requested assistance from the Royal Orchestra.”

The musician said in a low voice.

“Other Side, huh…”

Forte lowered his head and thought for a moment.

The Church of the God of Order would almost only be forced to seek him out when they encountered problems with the Other Side. In this regard, they were even less reliant on him than the head of the Roswell family.

The more they understood the Other Side, the more they feared it.

Soon, a smile appeared on his face.

The “Uniqueness” has come to find me…

This was something he had learned from the whispers of the Other Side, the “Law of Mutual Attraction of Uniqueness.”

The “Uniqueness” in his mind would definitely attract the other one.

The Other Side, he could not do anything to that hand… But reality was his domain.

“Gather the team.”

Forte quickened his pace, walking towards the door. He quickly issued commands.

…

East District, Canal Tower Bridge.

This was the dividing line between the East and West Districts. A foul-smelling canal separated the rich from the poor.

A carriage sped across the tower bridge. Inside the carriage, a small figure with green hair was nervously clutching the handkerchief in her hand.

This is Lord Mother Goddess’s handkerchief…

No, no, no… What are you thinking, Tara!

This is Lord Mother Goddess’s signal… I need to act!

If this handkerchief has completed its mission of carrying a signal, does that mean Lord Mother Goddess no longer needs this handkerchief?

Tara unfolded her hand that was clenching the handkerchief. The handkerchief lay quietly in her palm. It seemed to still carry the body temperature of the Mother Goddess.

Mm, yes, yes… This personal handkerchief was a gift from the Mother Goddess… After completing its historical mission, it rightfully belongs to me…

Tara seemed to quickly convince herself. She no longer had any reservations. She directly placed the unfolded handkerchief on her face, completely covering her nose. She took a deep breath.

A faint fragrance mixed with a hint of juice entered Tara’s nostrils. Only after her mind felt a little deprived of oxygen did she slowly slump back in the seat.

Tara slightly opened her mouth. Her pupils were directed towards the roof of the carriage. She was like someone who had inhaled something she shouldn’t have. The excitement in her mind had reached its peak.

Only when the carriage stopped and a knock on the door came from outside did Tara frantically remove the handkerchief. After carefully folding it and putting it in her pocket, she wobbled out of the carriage.

“Teacher, are you alright? You don’t look very well.”

Outside St. Bernard’s Church, Percy looked at the unsteady Tara and stepped forward to support her.

“It’s alright… just a little dizzy.”

Tara shook her head. She looked up at Percy beside her and asked, “What’s the situation?”

“The ritual array and sacrifices have all been set up… However, a few ‘Crown Guards’ just broke in, so we added them to the ritual array,”

Percy looked at Tara and asked with a little uncertainty, “Will this have any impact?”

“No. Mother Goddess… Lord Ciel said that the quantity of sacrifices is not important. What is important is only Her blood.”

Tara shook her head and said, “We need to prepare to activate the blood ritual.”

Mother Goddess…

The word Tara spoke made Percy’s pupils slightly constrict.

She had also been curious before. Why would Teacher Tara be so respectful to that ordinary girl… She even wore a maid uniform and served her in such a humble manner…

Teacher Tara was a treasure of the Divine Advent Church, a person of Archbishop level. In any case, it was impossible for her to do something so demeaning. Percy even thought at first that Lord Tara was being threatened.

But the word that Teacher Tara unintentionally spoke just now seemed to resolve Percy’s doubts.

Although it was ridiculous… it was also truly possible.

The devout Teacher Tara would not serve a second person or deity besides the Mother Goddess…

Although Percy’s mind was racing, her hands did not stop moving. She quickly led Tara through the side aisle of the church and arrived at the central garden surrounded by the church buildings.

Here, corpses lay everywhere. The entire vast garden had been almost leveled. Looking down from above, a terrifying blood ritual array had been formed within it, seemingly just waiting to be activated.