The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 243

“Wait until Your Excellency has finished your business.”

The Pope slowly nodded. She seemed in no hurry. “I would like to know Your Excellency’s arrangements for Ansu City afterwards…”

The Ciel before her clearly intended to completely destroy Ansu… Whether it was her illusion or not, Erigma always felt…

Her Excellency Ciel didn’t seem to be slaughtering here for some purpose… but simply for the sake of slaughter.

It seemed she was enjoying the feeling of killing, and the more she killed, the better. Even the sacrifices, she wanted to execute them personally.

Even though Erigma had lived for so many years, this was the first time she had encountered such a… well… pure…? murderer.

The current Erigma wanted to understand Ciel’s next moves.

If Ciel was no longer interested in Ansu after the killing spree, Erigma could naturally have the Church of the God of Order take over the entire Ansu and North Ansu United Kingdom, and moreover, as saviors.

“No rush,”

Ciel shook her head. “When enough people have died, I will finish… I have no intention of taking control of Ansu.”

“I said from the beginning… I chose this place because it’s close to me and has a large population, nothing more.”

What a capricious thought… With just one such whim, she was wiping out a city.

Perhaps from the beginning of the Holy Era until now, in all the records, it would be impossible to find any demon who surpassed the young girl before her.

Truly a monster…

Furthermore, she remembered that when Ciel had met her before, Ciel was in the form of an ordinary person.

After just a few days of not seeing her, Ciel had already digested the “Source of Cholera” potion. This digestion speed astonished Erigma.

Perhaps, the other party had always been in the form of an ordinary person because they didn’t want to advance, and once the other party wanted to advance on a certain potion, there would be no obstacle…

Fortunately, she hadn’t become an enemy of such a person…

For some reason, Erigma felt a sense of relief. She lowered her head, looking at Forte in the cage with a hint of pity.

Scheming for most of your life is not as good as choosing the right side.

“Then the future order of Ansu will be rebuilt by our Church of the God of Order… What do you think?”

Pope Erigma tentatively asked Ciel.

“As you wish.”

Ciel’s tone was casual. She seemed unconcerned about any future development of Ansu, and seemed to have no desire for power whatsoever.

Purely loves killing.

Collaborating with such a murderer, without the entanglement of interests, actually went quite smoothly.

However, she shouldn’t take this benefit for nothing.

Erigma slowly looked up and glanced at the black and white curtain not far behind Ciel, sensing the battle taking place inside.

“Your Excellency, do you need me to intervene and quell the battle behind you?”

Erigma asked.

“Heh heh… Hahaha!”

As Ciel and Pope Erigma began discussing the division of Ansu, weak but extremely playful and arrogant laughter came from within the iron cage where Forte was held.

“Right in front of me… you begin to divide my country? Foolish Pope… This will be the thing you regret the most…”

Forte’s voice came from within the iron cage. He said, “Your brain, I will take it without hesitation. As for you… you should have been dead a long time ago.”

Forte’s words made Erigma slightly stunned. The green flames in the cracks of her mask flickered slightly. She seemed somewhat displeased… But in her heart, there was a strange sense of worry.

Forte wasn’t just a lunatic who would talk nonsense. From the beginning, Forte had seemed completely unconcerned about being captured by her, as if he truly had some hidden trump card.

Just as Erigma was about to say something, Ciel’s voice came from behind the iron cage.

“Don’t listen to him bragging, Pope.”

Ciel’s voice held a hint of amusement. She said, “As long as he doesn’t die, he can’t use ‘Uniqueness’ to rewind time.”

Use “Uniqueness”… to rewind time?!

The light in the Pope’s eyes suddenly flickered. She looked down at the iron cage and almost felt a buzzing in her mind.

Forte’s “Uniqueness,” which he had been hiding all along, was actually time rewind?!

No wonder… no wonder no matter what scheme was directed at him, no matter what organization tried to harm him, he would always resolve it in various ways…

If he could rewind time, then all the previously unexplainable doubts would be solved…

But… wasn’t this a dead end?

As long as Forte died, time would rewind, and everything would start over. He would launch his revenge plan, and they would have no way to prevent it beforehand…

At this moment, Forte’s shock was no less than Pope Erigma’s.

“How did you know!!!”

Forte began to struggle violently. He frantically tried to twist his head to see who the girl behind him was.

But no matter how hard he tried, confined by the Pope’s iron cage and suppressed by the mycelium throughout his body, he was completely unable to break free.

The terrifying demon who had massacred the city behind him had casually revealed his greatest secret in a single sentence. It was as if the devil in the young girl’s voice truly had some means of countering him.

As time passed, Forte’s panic deepened.

At this moment, he truly felt humanity’s most primal fear… the fear of the unknown.

That state of having everything under control, at this moment, was finally shattered.

“Are you very worried?”

Ciel looked at the Pope before her and said with a smile, “Don’t worry. He can rewind, but he can’t retain any memories… His correct memories are all stored in his daughter Windsor’s mind. As long as that brain containing the correct memories is destroyed, he himself will go mad.”

“No!!! You can’t do that!!!”

Forte roared. The whites of his eyes were filled with blood. All his composure from before was gone.

“I will go back in time and kill you!!! No matter who you are!!!”

Ciel walked to Forte’s iron cage. She reached out and gently patted the steel cage.

Thump thump——

“Quiet… Your rewind can’t save memories, but I can…”

Ciel’s devil-like voice came from beside Forte, but even though Forte’s eyes were bulging, he couldn’t get a glimpse of the person beside him.

“It’s useless even if you kill yourself. You can’t leave correct information. It will just make everything happen again.”

Ciel patted the iron cage beside her and slowly said, “You now have only two choices: die of old age, or suffocate to death… But the crimson pathogen will assist your breathing.”

“Spend the rest of your life in fear. This is the price for stealing my things.”

The aftereffect of the “Subverter”‘s influence seemed to still linger. Ciel couldn’t resist mocking Forte a few more times.

Perhaps it was just to vent the suppression she had felt from Forte during this time. And now that she could finally see the dawn of completely killing Forte, Ciel couldn’t help but vent this anger.

“If you want to blame someone, blame your ambition for being greater than your ability. Now, just quietly wait for everything you have created to be destroyed in my hands…”

Ciel stood up, turned to leave, and said, “Take him away and lock him up. Be careful not to let him get too far from the mycelium… As for Duke Roswell over there, please help me subdue him. Remember, leave him barely alive.”

“Yes.”

The Pope raised her hand. “Henry, take him to the Sky Prison.”