The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 250

Little Left did the right thing. Ciel directly squeezed out a drop of blood and wiped it on the table as a reward for completing the training.

Then, Ciel also looked at Little Left. Through 【Omniscient】, her mind directly sent a command to Little Left, who was praying to her.

“Remember this carving knife.”

Ciel raised the carving knife in her hand and placed it directly against one of Little Left’s fingers. With a gentle stroke, she immediately cut a wound on Little Left’s finger.

The white flesh of the pale finger turned up, but this didn’t seem to cause Little Left any harm. It was still licking the table intently, seemingly unaware of whether it had heard Ciel’s words.

“Do you want more blood?”

In her mind, Ciel continuously sent words to Little Left. “Say ‘yes’ with one sound, and ‘no’ with two sounds.”

One of Little Left’s evil eyes looked in Ciel’s direction. In Ciel’s mind, a red light flashed.

“Good… be obedient…”

Ciel squeezed out a few more drops of blood and wiped them on the table as a reward.

This seemed to greatly excite Little Left. The lower half of its arm behind it gently wagged like a tail. It excitedly crawled to the area with fresh blood and continued licking.

Ciel pointed to the pendant held between Little Left’s fingers and continued to use her 【Omniscient】 ability to respond to and command Little Left.

“Take this thing back… Inside, repeat the prayer from before…”

Little Left, crouched over the bloodstain and licking Ciel’s blood, stiffened. It paused, looking around with its body, and finally fixed its gaze on Ciel again.

In her mind, Ciel repeated the sound from before.

Little Left, having finished licking the blood, reluctantly crawled to the bloody vortex. After one last look at Ciel, it directly burrowed into the bloody vortex.

The blood threads entwined in the air instantly completely disappeared into the bloody vortex. The blood ritual array in mid-air directly dissolved, falling as dark red dust.

Along with it fell the completely dried-up finger, which had lost all transcendent properties. It fell onto the table and shattered into over a dozen pieces like glass.

Besides the fragments on the table, there was only the area that had been licked clean, looking as if it had been scraped by dozens of blades, proof of Little Left’s presence just now.

In Ciel’s mind, the red light symbolizing Little Left’s new form lit up again.

“Can you feel the small knife that hurt you just now?”

Ciel conveyed the message.

In her mind, the red light symbolizing Little Left flickered, emitting a faint hissing sound.

Ciel took a deep breath, subtly pursing her lips.

Other Side creatures can observe the outside world in some way…

The voice of 【Omniscient】 can travel across the Other Side…

Even if Little Left is in the Other Side, Ciel can still control Little Left…

“Do you remember that white-haired man from before?”

Ciel took out a map of Ansu City and spread it on the table. “Where is he now?”

Ciel picked up a pen and began to slowly move it across the entire West District.

However, her quill pen’s trajectory almost covered the entire West District, but the red light in her mind did not react at all. Just as Ciel thought she was about to fail, when her quill pen reached Forte’s mansion, the red light still did not flicker.

Ciel’s heart sank slightly.

Can’t Little Left understand? Or can it only see her in some way, but not physical objects like a map?

Or… can it simply not read maps at all?

Logically, after she fed it a lot of blood just now, it should have evolved significantly…

But, just as Ciel’s quill pen passed over Windsor Palace, the red light in Ciel’s mind slightly brightened. Then, Ciel’s quill pen stopped.

“Is he here?”

The red light flashed.

“Can you see him?”

The red light flickered again.

The breath that Ciel had been holding was slowly released. Her lips, which had been tightly pursed, now showed a hint of a smile.

If that’s the case… she can locate Forte…

However, it’s not stable… Little Left’s intelligence is still a little too low…

Almost every time she sacrificed, Little Left underwent a big change. Perhaps she could increase the dosage and let Little Left evolve again using her blood. Maybe its intelligence could improve.

Ciel didn’t hesitate. This was a necessary investment—finding Forte. Little Left was an indispensable part of this.

Ciel took out all the fingers Lucy had sent over, taking them out of the reagent bottles all at once, and arranged them neatly on the table.

Then, she took the ritual carving knife that had just cut Little Left’s finger and directly slashed her own wrist. She clenched her fist and held it over the table, allowing her blood to continuously flow, watching as the blood etched a larger blood ritual array on the table.

A feeling, different from before, more terrifying, burst forth from the bloody vortex above the blood ritual array.

Lucy, who had been standing behind Ciel as still as a mountain, finally showed signs of movement. Her face was tense. She forcefully suppressed the spiritual alarm ringing in her mind. Her feet instinctively took half a step back.

She was afraid…

What Ciel was doing now had completely exceeded her understanding.

This was a primal fear, a fear of the unknown.

Ciel’s blood was still flowing continuously, but the bloody vortex before her stopped changing after expanding to a certain extent. Instead, its color continuously deepened, slowly transforming from red to black.

Thump——

A withered finger, about three fingers thick and nearly a meter long, emerged from within.

The finger was covered in dry gray scales. Just the act of touching the ground caused countless gray-white shimmering particles to shake off from the finger.

Every movement of that finger was accompanied by the crisp sound of bones dislocating, as if the joints of some ancient creature were adapting to the rules of gravity in this world.

The gray mist seeping from the gaps in the scales immediately evaporated into fine wisps upon contact with the air, twisting the surrounding light into a sickly dark green.

When the second deformed finger broke through the vortex, a phantom scream seemed to echo in everyone’s ears. Two fingers clung to the ground at an unnatural angle. Countless writhing tumors suddenly bulged from under the scales, and a vertical slit opened in the center of each tumor.

These were chaotic eyes formed by hundreds of tiny scarlet pupils, the size of grains of rice. They rotated wildly. The pupils seemed to reflect countless overlapping, decaying Other Side illusions, enough to drive any ordinary person who looked directly at these eyes mad.

When the palm finally completely squeezed out of the vortex, the screaming sounds weakened slightly.

The proportions of this left hand were extremely unbalanced. The palm alone was half a meter wide. The five fingers were of varying thickness, like withered branches forcibly pieced together. The fingernails at the very end were a translucent amber color. Through the fingernails, one could see quite a few chaotic pupils rolling around inside.

It stood on the table like that, towering, looking down at everyone below. From the perspective of others, it was not difficult to see the dark purple corrosive liquid, like saliva, flowing down from the opening in its palm.

Is this… Little Left?