The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 240

Percy and Eleanor both saw Ciel’s action. Eleanor, who was more anxious, subconsciously said, “Your Excellency Ciel… you have already drunk two bottles of potion. If you drink the third one…”

Eleanor didn’t continue speaking… Normally, anyone who drank two bottles in a row would have their sanity completely eroded by potion whispers. Even if they managed to retain some rationality, their body would experience irreversible, horrifying potion fusion reactions.

“Don’t be scared.”

Ciel shook her head, interrupting Eleanor’s words.

Ciel had done the act of drinking three bottles in a row before.

The more you fear the whispers and backlash of the potion, the more opportunities you provide them.

“Don’t yield to the potion.”

Tap——

Ciel pushed open the stopper with one hand and looked at the crystal particles that were piling up and rushing towards the bottom of the bottle.

“Make it yield to you…”

Ciel tilted her head back and poured the potion directly into her mouth.

The crystals, upon contact with Ciel’s oral mucous membrane, immediately pierced into it and merged into Ciel’s body. With each pump of her heart, her blood would carry countless crystal fragments to all parts of her body.

A stinging pain, like being pricked by needles, came from all over her body again. Her eyes felt as if they were being evaporated, gradually showing signs of shriveling.

The potion raged in her body, seemingly eager to break through the body’s restraint on them. They surged towards the weakest part, her eyeballs, attempting to erode this body starting from here.

However, those horrifying erosions, upon reaching her eyeballs, were blocked by two streams of light, one gold and one silver. They surged and screamed in Ciel’s mind, piled up and locked within her eyeballs.

At this moment, Ciel’s pupils were like black honeycombs. The crystals in her pupils turned into dark purple ice crystals, which then continuously eroded into dark green bones, repeating endlessly, as if breathing.

Clang——

The crystal bottle slipped from Ciel’s hand. It fell onto the ground, rolled a few times, and then plummeted down the spiral staircase. Finally, a crisp “snap” echoed from below as it completely shattered.

Ciel closed her eyes slightly, feeling the whispers in her mind. A smile slowly appeared on her lips.

She opened her eyes and looked again at the chaos and fire below.

This time… digesting Tier 3 was even easier than digesting Tier 2 Plaguebringer before.

Because this time, Ciel’s reconstitution ritual was completed quite well… And this ritual, which was still ongoing, was continuously helping her digest the remaining potions and whispers.

“It’s a shame… these pathogens are only compatible with me. And after forming a cluster and occupying a body, they seem to gain some thinking ability, but I can’t forcefully command them… But with the help of a ‘Queen Bee,’ this pathogen still has room for further development…”

Ciel subconsciously began to think about ways to optimize the pathogen, but quickly stopped her inner impulse to continue researching.

Now, there were more important things to do.

Because she could already see that a troop was assembling not far away, and most of the gazes from that direction were aimed at her.

Did they finally realize?

The Holy See of the Church of the God of Order and the Holy See of the Church of the Savior Goddess could both block Forte’s echo scans, but he seemed to quickly pinpoint their location here… because from their elevated position, they could see Ciel’s whereabouts even without using echo scans.

However, this was intentional on Ciel’s part.

She wanted to buy time, allowing the infected to infect as many people as possible.

And she herself would infect or kill more transcendents in the remaining time.

As long as she killed enough, even if she died and didn’t survive for 24 hours, her points would definitely far exceed the points she had gained in any previous simulation.

Because, this time, it was in a true sense, that she personally killed these people.

…Although she had to give Adele some assists, of course.

“Your Excellency Ciel, they have dispatched a troop and are heading towards us.”

Eleanor saw the troop approaching from a distance and spoke to remind her.

Forte was definitely anxious now, anxious to find the “poisoner.” He himself seemed to be leading an elite troop directly to the Church of the Savior Goddess to demand accountability.

As for the Church of the God of Order, no troops were dispatched from there. It seemed Forte had already been there beforehand, and it was likely he had learned something.

“Do you need me to stop them? Lord Ciel.”

Percy’s voice echoed beside her, but she was directly refused by Ciel.

Stealing kills?

Ciel wouldn’t allow that.

“Just keep me from dying.”

Ciel said as she took a step forward, half of her left foot suspended over the edge.

Then, Ciel seemed completely unfazed by stepping on air and stepped down.

She tilted forward and fell from the spire.

Just as she was about to hit the ground and turn into a bloody mess, the shadows of the building quickly converged beneath her. Countless black and white shadows directly supported Ciel, who was in free fall, gently placing her on the ground.

Feeling the soles of her shoes touch the solid ground, Ciel looked up and walked towards the outer perimeter of the Archbishop’s residence.

The black iron railings at the entrance were already completely entwined with terrifying mycelium, like bloody vines hanging on the railings.

As Ciel approached, the bloody mycelium began to slowly tighten, like bundles of muscles, directly pulling open the black iron gate, revealing the stone pavement outside, and the crimson mycelium covering the stone pavement.

With every step Ciel took, the mycelium beneath her feet would immediately tear open a perfect gap, preventing her from stepping on the mycelium.

The writhing slime mold clustered around Ciel. Even the surrounding monsters were attracted by Ciel, tentatively following beside her.

Not far from the main road in front of her, a team of knights and musicians were slaughtering the horrifying monsters in the vicinity. They used molten iron to burn open a path, steadily advancing towards this direction.

Not until the Captain of that Queen’s Sword knight team finished shield-bashing the last monster did she look in Ciel’s direction. The moment her eyes met Ciel’s, she felt a chilling cold in her chest, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

The rest of the people gradually stopped their actions and all looked at the young girl not far down the road, who was surrounded by horrifying monsters.

Her hunter-like gaze, like that of a natural predator, caused their spiritual alarms to blare almost simultaneously.

It’s over.

The Captain swallowed.

She almost uncontrollably believed.

The path they were assigned to take was the correct one.

But… it seemed to be a dead end.