The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 248

From the moment she entered the study, Mond didn’t even dare to take a deep breath. The fear brought by Ciel’s gaze still lingered in her heart. This feeling was even more terrifying than looking directly at her teacher.

This left her with no doubt about Ciel’s identity. She was certain that Ciel was a top-tier expert within the secret organization, there to assign her a task.

At this moment, as she held the notebook and casually flipped through a few pages, her breathing slightly hitched.

“This is…”

Mond’s page-turning speed slowed down. She turned back to the first page and began to read carefully. It took her about ten minutes to go through the contents of the notebook completely.

“Whose invention is this, which poison maker?”

Mond temporarily forgot the fear Ciel had instilled in her. She looked excitedly towards Ciel and said, “Genius… I had also thought about whether it was possible to create an infectious agent for viral transmission, but I never thought of this solution…”

The overly excited Mond accidentally made eye contact with Ciel. Frightened, she quickly lowered her head and stopped speaking. After a while, she lowered her head again and spoke:

“Previously, the ideas of poison makers basically stopped at the stage of infectious diseases. Their main goal was to increase transmission routes and enhance the various resistances of viruses, but they never thought of having pathogens or viruses enhance the host they parasitize…”

“I don’t understand this part. How exactly does this give them a ‘kin’ consciousness and create an urge to consume other flesh and blood? Is this inherent in the new strain?”

“Cough cough… I apologize, I’ve said too much…”

Mond also realized she was a bit too excited.

This new pathogen is clearly an extremely powerful one. If it could be developed and controlled, among other things, it would at least make completing the reconstitution ritual from “Plaguebringer” to “Source of Cholera” effortless.

Moreover, the more densely populated the area, the stronger the power this pathogen can unleash… Just by looking at the description on paper, Mond couldn’t guess what the upper limit of this pathogen was.

If it were released in the densely populated East District, it could probably… kill seventy or eighty thousand, or even a hundred thousand people!

If that were the case… completing the Tier 4 “Calamity Apostle” reconstitution ritual would also not be impossible…

“I need you to help me prepare a copy of the ‘Crimson Pathogen’,”

Ciel looked at Mond before her and slowly said, “Can you do it in one day?”

“Of course I can, Lord Ciel. It’s just that the last material on the list, which is not annotated…”

Mond directly used the form of address Tara did for Ciel. This made Tara’s eyes narrow slightly, glancing in Mond’s direction.

“I can provide it.”

Ciel nodded.

“You just need to complete the preparation of the earlier parts.”

The reason she wasn’t worried about the other party taking the formula was because some of the materials in it were irreplaceable.

One of the essential materials needed was Ciel’s diluted blood.

Compared to other transcendents, Ciel’s blood could give the pathogen enough energy, making it come back to life and become the true “Crimson Pathogen.”

However, it must be diluted. If a drop of blood were added directly, the pathogen would die instantly instead.

“Yes.”

Mond nodded. However, she still couldn’t resist asking, “Excuse me… whose work is this pathogen? Is it from our organization?”

“It was co-created by me and another member of the organization.”

Ciel did not deny it.

“So it was you…”

Mond had no suspicions, because Ciel had no reason to deceive her.

Mond seemed to want to continue discussing, but Ciel didn’t want Mond to waste too much time. After all, she needed the other party to quickly produce the Crimson Pathogen.

Ciel did not let Mond take the notebook. Instead, she had Mond make a copy and take the copied template with her.

As for the original, it was left at home to be burned by Tara.

By the time Mond left, it was already ten o’clock in the evening. The sky had completely darkened. There weren’t many pedestrians on the streets, only the gas streetlights by the roadside flickering with a yellow halo.

Ciel glanced at the simulation time. The 1 Day for Future Days simulation had already become 20h. If she were to run a Future Days simulation now, it would only simulate up to 20 hours later.

Simulating for such a short time would be of no help to the plan to kill Forte. At most, it would just allow Ciel to save one more potion save file.

Because Ciel couldn’t truly kill Forte in the simulation. The more times she killed him, the more likely he was to leave useful information.

Saving a potion save file and staying in the simulation for 24 hours also requires mental energy. Moreover, the remaining undigested potions Ciel had were basically ones for which she hadn’t completed the reconstitution ritual. Preparing for the reconstitution ritual would also consume a lot of her time.

It would be better to just quietly spend these 20 hours, wait for Percy to arrive in Ansu City, and continue the plan in reality, preserving the most sufficient mental energy for the subsequent plans.

At least, regarding cooperating with the Pope of the Church of the God of Order, Ciel no longer needed to use the simulation area for trial and error.

The two successful collaborations in the previous simulation had already told Ciel that that Pope was someone extremely superstitious and fanatical about the Other Side. As long as Ciel could demonstrate her understanding of the Other Side, that Pope would cooperate obediently.

Although Ciel wasn’t sleepy at the moment, she still took a bath and forced herself to sleep for six hours. At five o’clock in the morning, Ciel woke up from her sleep.

Ciel got out of bed, preparing to change out of her pajamas.

The sound of her getting up was very small, but it still woke Tara. The servant’s room on the right side of Ciel’s room was opened. That was where the personal maid slept, and it was currently Tara’s room.

“Lord Ciel… Tara will help you get… clothes…”

Tara was still wearing her pajamas. She seemed to not have had enough sleep at all. She staggered towards the changing room. Tara’s hair was messy from just waking up, as if it had exploded.

“It’s alright, go back to sleep.”

Ciel reached out and pressed down on Tara’s head, slowly turning it. This caused Tara’s body to also turn around, and she walked back towards her room.

“Sleep for another two hours before coming out. This is an order.”

“Okay… Lord Ciel…”

Tara fumbled her way back into her room in the dark. She forgot to close the door and just flopped onto the bed, falling back asleep.

Ciel walked to her desk, lit the oil lamp, picked up a pen, and began contemplating the most crucial problem that still had no solution.

That is, how to immediately pinpoint his coordinates after killing Forte…