The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 256

Although the fact that two young girls referred to each other as lovers felt incredibly abstract to Charles, it wasn’t entirely beyond comprehension. Perhaps his daughter just wanted to play around, or simply wanted to anger him.

But he had never expected that the other party truly had no intention of making Charles take action. All she wanted was to inquire about the royal luncheon…

This instead made Charles believe that the young girl before him seemed to truly have the confidence to kill Forte…

However, some details still left Charles confused, so he had to inquire further.

If the young girl truly had the confidence to kill Forte, it meant she was backed by a powerful organization or was working for a powerful individual—Charles would not believe that an ordinary person would dare to kill Forte.

But if that were the case, for a royal luncheon that wasn’t highly confidential and had quite a few servants present, the young girl still had to come to him for information. This lack of intelligence capability didn’t quite align with the “power” required to kill Forte.

Charles did not directly voice these doubts. Instead, after a moment of silence, he told Ciel Forte’s position at the banquet hall and the identities of the others who attended the luncheon.

Ciel took out her notebook, quill pen, and portable ink bottle, and began to meticulously record what Charles said. Her writing speed was almost as fast as Charles’s speaking speed.

Soon, after Charles finished speaking, Ciel turned the page and drew a few simple symbols on it.

“If Forte stayed at the luncheon the entire time, then perhaps you missed some information,”

Ciel turned the notebook and aimed the symbols on it at Charles before her, asking, “Besides the symbols above and the wound on his left index finger, did Forte have any other new wounds?”

“This is…”

The moment Charles saw those symbols, his pupils slightly constricted.

Those were exactly the marks that had appeared on Forte’s face when he was in the banquet hall…

Charles had even specifically recorded them, wanting to find out what these symbols represented… This had only just happened. How could this young girl before him know so clearly?

It was as if she could foresee the future.

But if she truly had such an ability, why would she be unclear about Forte’s position and the positions of the others present?

With the confusion in his heart, Charles asked, “You already know all the details. Why do you still choose to ask me?”

“He didn’t have any other wounds on his face… What do those symbols mean? Why did he have such wounds at that time?”

“Forte’s ‘Uniqueness’ has the ability to rewind time… but he doesn’t have the memory of the rewind.”

Ciel looked at Charles before her, choosing the points she could explain. “He can only use the side effects of ‘Uniqueness,’ by creating permanent wounds on himself, to give himself a reminder when time rewinds.”

Time… rewind?

Charles suppressed the urge to gasp. After a long time, he suppressed the surprise in his heart.

He knew that Forte possessed “Uniqueness.” He was not the only one who knew… because the “wisdom” he displayed had already far surpassed that of ordinary transcendents.

Charles’s own conjecture was some kind of “precognition” or “divination” method, but he hadn’t expected it to be time rewind.

He can rewind time… Then isn’t Forte invincible?

Let alone Forte, if I were to obtain this ability, I could use it to secretly control Ansu City, and even more firmly than Forte does now.

“And how do you know?”

Charles looked at the young girl before him and asked directly.

If it was truly “time rewind,” then how did the red-haired young girl know?

“Because my memory is not affected by the rewind,”

Ciel said, “I can retain my memories and know how many times it has rewound…”

Not affected…

Retain memories?

Instantly, Charles thought of nothing else but Forte’s “Uniqueness.”

If Forte’s “Uniqueness” were to fall into the hands of this young girl before him, she would definitely be able to unleash even more terrifying abilities.

“How can you prove that everything you say is true?”

Charles looked at Ciel and asked.

“I cannot prove it,”

Ciel said, admitting it very directly, “The dream I told you about just now was the real event that happened before Forte rewound. You did indeed say those words to me, but I have no way of proving it.”

Listening to Ciel’s words, although Charles really wanted to refute, he still held back.

Because he thought carefully, thinking that if he were on the verge of death, facing the person closest to his daughter, he would definitely try every means to find excuses to justify the bad things he had done before…

Charles was not ashamed to admit this.

“How do you plan to deal with Forte?”

Charles spoke directly, proactively asking the most crucial question.

Ciel looked up slightly at Charles before her, seeming to have sensed his intention in asking proactively.

“You want to make a move?”

Ciel asked.

“I don’t plan to make a move,”

Charles shook his head and said, “I can only provide some assistance other than making a move, but…”

“But?”

“The condition is that you can arrange for Avena to meet with me.”

Hearing this request from Charles, Ciel was stunned for a moment, then shook her head.

“I’m very sorry, I cannot agree to this. It is Avena’s free will whether to see you or not. I have no right to interfere.”

Ciel replied.

Ciel’s answer caused Charles to fall silent for a moment. After a long time, he slowly let out a sigh.

Charles: “What is your purpose in confronting Forte? Does he threaten you?”

Ciel: “In a way, he threatens everyone important to me.”

He threatens all the important people around Ciel… Charles mulled over this sentence, lost in thought.

“Does that include Avena?”

Charles asked.

“Of course.”

Ciel nodded.

“I will help you within my capabilities… on the condition that I judge the matter to have a possibility of success.”

Charles slightly nodded. He seemed to have made some decision.

The intelligence gathering was mostly complete. Ciel had no intention of continuing the conversation with Charles.

Ciel looked at Charles before her and asked the last question.

“If Forte rewinds again, what should I say to convince you to help me as quickly as possible?”

Ciel looked at Charles before her and asked.

“I don’t want to have my neck cut by a sword again.”

Charles was silent for a moment.

He looked at Ciel and said, “Have Avena write me a letter… Just write anything.”

“With Avena’s letter, I think I might help you… probably…”

Ciel stood up, slightly bowed to Charles, and said, “Then I will take my leave now, Duke Charles.”

Ciel stood up and left Duke Charles’s residence, returning home with Tara.

Now… everything is ready.

All that remains is the final step, to create a detailed plan for the simulation.

A silver light flashed in Ciel’s hand in the room. She took out the 【Endless Manual of Instant Forgetfulness】 and immediately began writing on it.