The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 243

At this moment, Pope Erigma didn’t dare to say anything more. She didn’t even dare to look Ciel in the eye again.

Just listening to Forte’s howling, she could empathize with the fear and despair in his heart. To bring Forte to such a state, Erigma didn’t dare to imagine what would happen if she stood on the opposite side of the other party.

Moreover, the other party was a powerful expert in researching the Other Side. If they were truly angered, even if the other party simply performed a blood ritual from the Other Side and summoned a certain creature, they might find it very difficult to deal with.

As for killing her?

Didn’t she say she could also rewind time?

Furthermore, she had such immense power and could even control the Divine Advent Church. Perhaps there was also a secret organization she was not familiar with behind her…

Absolutely must not anger the other party… It would be best to always stand on the same side and maintain consistent interests.

In an instant, Erigma’s resolve to be bound to the same warship as the other party solidified.

She directly made a grasping motion with her hand. Molten iron melted, and a silver-white long spear appeared in her hand. She bent her knees slightly and leaped violently.

Boom——

Stone bricks shattered and flew apart. The Pope’s figure, like a silver-white flash, carrying the glow of molten iron, directly blasted into the black and white curtain.

…

With Erigma’s participation, the already one-sided battle, where the Duke was simply holding on, ended in a few breaths.

The curtains dissipated. Percy and Eleanor’s figures appeared in the ruins of what was once the Archbishop’s residence.

The formerly magnificent tower building was now completely reduced to dust. A pit over ten meters deep appeared on the ground, enough to illustrate the ferocity of the battle.

Duke Charles, with both arms severed, was slumped on his knees, barely alive and gasping violently. Behind him stood a silver-white armor with cracks.

The long spear was held against Charles’s neck, like a guillotine that could fall at any moment. Duke Charles’s life was like a candle in the wind.

His face was gaunt, as if he had aged over ten years in an instant. The white hair at his temples made him look even more haggard.

The Duke slowly raised his head and looked forward.

In front, a young girl, in the rain, slowly walked towards him. The blood mold beneath her feet wriggled, as if paving a horrifying carpet of flesh for her.

Is her name… Ciel…?

Duke Charles’s eyes were somewhat dim.

He would never have dreamed that the red-haired young girl he had met at the family cemetery entrance that day, the one who had a close relationship with his daughter, was actually the mastermind behind this hopeless doomsday scene.

Ciel stood in front of Duke Charles and slowly raised her right hand.

Sorry, old man. I’ll take a little bit of the dowry in advance.

The bloody mycelium spread forward along Ciel’s fingers. Charles slowly raised his somewhat defeated eyes and looked at Ciel. After his lips moved, he spoke in a hoarse voice, “Avena… is she alright?”

Ciel’s hand paused slightly, then she said, “I’ve already arranged for her to leave the city. You should know this information.”

“Heh heh…”

Charles chuckled bitterly. He knew that the other party was referencing the fact that he had sent people to monitor their movements.

“Can you convey a few words to Avena for me?”

Duke Charles gasped, his voice tinged with a hint of pleading.

Ciel slightly nodded, not objecting.

Words of a dying person are often good. Ciel would critically listen to his dying words.

“She is my only daughter, my only heir… She can only choose to join the Church of the God of Order with the constraints of the royal family, or join the royal family with the constraints of the Church of the God of Order… There are no other options…”

“They must ensure they can completely control the Roswell family. I have no other choice…”

Duke Charles lowered his head, speaking with his last remaining strength.

Pat pat pat——

Rain fell beside him. Along with the sound of rain falling, there was also the sound of Ciel’s applause.

“A great family leader.”

Ciel stopped applauding.

“But not a good father, right…”

Charles nodded weakly.

“If you were in my position, you would also…”

“If I were in your position, what do you think I would do?”

Ciel spoke, interrupting Charles’s words.

Charles looked up at the young girl before him.

Ciel slowly extended her left arm. In the direction she indicated, gore and screams, fire and explosions, chaos and doomsday, were condensed into a rainy picture scroll across the river.

“This is my answer.”

Ciel raised her hand. The mycelium directly burrowed into Charles’s mouth and nose. Charles also seemed to give up his final resistance. After a long sigh, he was completely enveloped, corroded, and devoured by the mycelium.

Meanwhile, Pope Erigma, who witnessed all this, trembled slightly. She said, “Uh… Your Excellency, I assure you, our Church of the God of Order will absolutely no longer have any intention of controlling Miss Avena, including Nia…”

It seemed she was frightened by Ciel’s declaration just now.

“I know.”

Ciel smiled and nodded.

That tone, as if everything was within her grasp, caused the green flames in Erigma’s eye sockets to flicker.

She seemed to see a being even more terrifying and powerful than Forte, a being controlling everything from behind the curtain, appearing before her.

For this world, she didn’t know whether this was a disaster or a good thing.

Erigma left this place.

And Ciel, leading the others, slowly began to walk towards the East District.

All organized obstacles had been cleared. Next, it was time for the mop-up…

The rain was still falling. Mycelium and flesh, bone joints rubbing together, formed a symphony. Even the rain mist began to turn crimson, like extended nerves connecting the mycelium—

In the face of the terrifying death pathogen infection.

Ansu had never been so equal.