The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 239

Vitalis was almost exhausted at this moment. Faced with Forte’s inquiry, she couldn’t say a word for a long time.

But Forte’s words did indeed make Princess Vitalis recall the scene from earlier.

That mysterious red-haired young girl… and her heart-stopping eyes…

She seemed to know her… but Vitalis had absolutely no memory of her.

She seemed to possess power and connections no less than Forte’s, and she had not intended to kill her… She was Forte’s enemy.

An enemy’s enemy, while not necessarily a friend, would definitely cause Forte significant trouble.

But that young girl had caused such horrifying influence and destruction to Ansu City. This was clearly not what Vitalis wanted either.

Princess Vitalis fell into confusion. She didn’t know which side to stand with between that young girl and Forte was better… The information she knew was simply too little.

But Vitalis’s choice no longer mattered. Forte saw that Vitalis seemed to know some inside information. He simply waved his hand, had the people from the Royal Orchestra take Vitalis away, and then turned his attention to the Holy See of the Church of the God of Order.

No matter who the other party was, daring to spread such a terrifying pathogen in Ansu was a direct challenge to Forte’s authority… No matter who the other party was, Forte would find them.

A warhorse clad in iron barding neighed at the alley entrance. Forte directly stepped over the blood and sewage, mounted the warhorse, and galloped towards the Holy See of the Church of the God of Order amidst the chaos.

Minutes later, on the highest level of the Holy See of the Church of the God of Order.

Forte looked at the Pope of the Church of the God of Order, who was shrouded in iron armor before him, and slowly said, “Erigma Ocilla… An anomaly has occurred outside. Why are your forces holed up in the Holy See…? Defending Ansu City is also your duty.”

The Pope seemed to have anticipated that Forte would come to find them. Their voice came from within the iron armor.

“Your Excellency Forte… I am currently defending Ansu City by preserving sufficient strength.”

Pope Erigma slightly nodded.

Preserving sufficient strength…

“Who instructed you to promote the red cigarette?”

Forte’s voice grew colder. He stared at the Pope with sharp eyes and slowly said, “Don’t tell me this was your sudden idea.”

“A new collaborator, Your Excellency Forte.”

The Pope seemed unfazed by the pressure Forte exerted. It seemed they were well aware that Forte wouldn’t dare to do anything to them—or that doing anything would be useless.

“The person who instigated you and the Church of the Savior Goddess to promote the red cigarette?”

Forte asked with a cold voice.

“Instigated?”

The Pope slightly shook their head. “This is part of a collaboration, Your Excellency. Please do not tarnish this sacred cooperation.”

“Heh…”

Looking at the Pope’s behavior before him, Forte’s mind implicitly settled on a candidate.

There were not so many coincidences in the world…

If this incident was not handled quickly, it would definitely cause devastating damage to Ansu City. This would severely hurt his prestige and power.

Although he was very reluctant to believe it, it was highly possible that the mastermind was the “Keyman” etched on his wound.

“Is it the ‘Keyman’?”

Forte directly brought up the topic and asked, “Did they instruct you to do this?”

“‘Keyman’?”

Upon hearing this name, the Pope’s voice showed some confusion.

“Stop pretending… Society of Merriment, ‘Keyman.’ Do I need to make things any clearer?”

Forte’s voice was already tinged with anger. “Did you think I didn’t know anything?”

His ability to rewind and leave himself clues was something that even Lafayette didn’t know… This was Forte’s unique, highest-level secret.

The other party definitely didn’t know that he had already rewound twice and had confirmed that a person codenamed “Keyman” would cause significant harm and impact to Ansu and his own future.

“Society of Merriment?”

The Pope’s cold, metallic buzzing voice came from within the armor. After a few seconds of silence, a sinister laugh came from within the armor.

The Pope slowly stood up from their long chair, looking down at Forte before them, and said with a cold smile:

“Your information level seems a little too low… You should optimize your intelligence system…”

“Please do not associate that esteemed individual and our great research with these contemptible, low-level organizations.”

“Please leave, Your Excellency Forte…”

This was an attitude the Pope had never shown Forte before.

Sarcasm, mockery, disdain… Forte could feel her attitude from the Pope’s words and voice.

This was completely different from the Pope’s previous respectful attitude towards him. This slightly threw Forte off balance.

“Don’t forget who helped you contact the Pharos Medical Association, who kept giving you leeway to continue your research, and who helped you encroach on the position of the Church of the Savior Goddess…”

Forte could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He, who was always calm, was also provoked by the other party’s dismissive attitude.

No, it wasn’t this attitude that provoked him.

It was Forte’s inner panic.

Without his full attention, his standing with these major organizations seemed to have plummeted, and all of this stemmed from that “esteemed individual.”

His years of building connections seemed unable to match the other party’s persuasive efforts over just ten or twenty days… What kind of terrifying power was behind this? How did the other party do it?

All of this made Forte panic.

And his previous harsh words seemed to be just covering up this panic.

For the first time, Forte felt a sense of powerlessness, of having nowhere to exert his strength.

The Pope continued to look down at Forte. Time passed second by second. Finally, a voice echoed again from within the armor, which symbolized the Pope.

“Compared to the research of that esteemed individual…”

“All previous research seems like child’s play.”

“You will never see the scenarios I saw in that individual’s dream…”

“What I said… isn’t it clear enough?”

“Forte.”

Without the honorific “Your Excellency,” the Pope of the Church of the God of Order at this moment seemed to be looking down at Forte with a look of pity.

“If you have time, why not try to resolve the current situation…”

“Henry, see our guest out.”

Henry, who had been waiting by the door, stepped forward, came to Forte’s side, and said, “Please come with me, Your Excellency Forte.”

Forte’s chest heaved with anger. He looked up at the Pope, gritted his teeth, and said:

“Don’t regret this… This is the war you have started.”

Forte snorted coldly and turned to leave directly.

“Don’t regret angering that individual.”

The Pope also showed no mercy and said from behind Forte.