The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 259

“Insane.”

Listening to the report from his subordinate member, Charles frowned in his study. After a long while, he gave an impartial assessment.

When he saw his daughter return earlier, Charles had been somewhat incredulous, feeling as if he was living in a dream. But now, what Forte was doing made him feel more grounded.

At the same time, he remembered the letter Avena had given him with a poker face. He hadn’t finished reading it, and Avena hadn’t even left. Only after he agreed did Avena return to her room, which she hadn’t been in for years.

These two things that went against intuition happening at the same time made it difficult for Charles not to connect them.

He picked up the letter again and re-examined its contents… Changing the location of the luncheon, bringing someone into Vitalis Palace, these were all simple matters.

But in the current situation, what was originally a simple and straightforward matter had become somewhat tricky.

The current Forte was clearly searching for someone, and at this time, his taking these unusual actions would undoubtedly arouse Forte’s suspicion.

He was standing on the edge of a conspiracy vortex. His daughter Avena might even be a participant. And the person in the letter who needed to be brought to Vitalis Palace was definitely somehow connected to Forte’s frantic actions.

Charles put down the letter and pondered.

Avena had absolute trust in that person… She had also used a Substitute Death Relic in front of him, proving that her mind was not being controlled.

But Avena couldn’t provide any more information. She was just requesting him to definitely do this one thing.

Does this matter concern life…?

Charles sat at his desk, glanced at the second-to-last sentence on the letter, and sighed softly.

He picked up pen and paper and began writing a letter.

The location of the luncheon could indeed be changed, but it couldn’t be Windsor Palace… That place was connected to Forte and would easily arouse Forte’s suspicion. Even Cecil Palace wouldn’t do.

The best and least likely place to arouse Forte’s suspicion was here, his own mansion.

He put pen to paper, writing a letter addressed to the Queen. Only after finishing and sealing it did he look out the window and sigh.

Changing the location of the banquet, Charles could do that. Having him bring someone to Vitalis Palace was also a simple matter.

There was no strong evidence now to prove that this matter would definitely not go wrong, to prove that he would not be dragged into the center of a conspiracy.

But his daughter was already in the center of the vortex and her safety was threatened. At this moment, Charles could only choose to believe his daughter.

This was the first time Avena had asked him to do something in years, and it was just a simple matter. He had no reason to refuse.

…

Holy See of the Church of the Savior Goddess, private prayer room.

Eleanor’s hideous face behind her mask was currently staring wide-eyed at the white holy insect projected from behind Amy. Even though the potion in her body had already begun to boil and roar, she showed no intention of looking away.

“The Grim Worm has chosen you, Your Excellency Eleanor.”

Tara, beside her, suppressed her excitement at seeing the divine servant and spoke, completing her task. “Whether to accept the Ascension is your freedom.”

“Did… did that esteemed individual really say that?”

Eleanor murmured, “The Grim Worm… The Saint really chose me?”

“As a Grim Worm missionary, no one is more suitable than you to welcome Its descent.”

Tara repeated Ciel’s words precisely. She already felt in her heart that Eleanor before her had completely believed her words.

Of course, she couldn’t sense any deceit in Tara, because Tara believed every single word Ciel said, from the inside out. If Lord Ciel said the Grim Worm could be summoned, the Grim Worm would definitely be summoned, without a doubt.

Eleanor was already anxiously awaiting the Ascension ritual tomorrow. As for the few scoundrels blocking the entrance… they were just like ants that could be easily crushed. They couldn’t stop her at all. They were just more symbolic.

At this moment, the entire West District had descended into chaos. The various factions were silent, speculating on Forte’s intentions.

And Ciel, in the center of the chaotic vortex, was currently in a guest room at the Holy See of the Church of the God of Order, resting with her eyes closed, quietly awaiting the unfolding of events and the arrival of the next day…

The Other Side node had been sealed by Erigma using her ability. As soon as Ciel gave the word, she would bring the Other Side node to the location Ciel designated.

…

The next day, Forte’s mansion, inside his study.

He looked at the dense reports submitted to him, his eyes bloodshot.

Throughout the previous night, scattered gunshots occasionally echoed in the West District. Various letters, some questioning and criticizing, others protesting the royal family’s actions, had piled up on Forte’s desk.

He had almost forcibly searched the entire Deton Group and indeed discovered quite a bit about what Lucy had been doing since returning to Ansu.

Besides frequently visiting the Deton Member Hotel, Lucy Silva had also rented several properties under the Deton Group’s name for her “friends,” but no one was staying in them. And Lucy’s “friends” who were staying at the Deton Hotel had also disappeared.

One of the more well-known residents was Avena Roswell, but according to intelligence, she had returned to the Roswell family mansion and was currently under Duke Charles’s strict protection. Sending subordinates there was useless. They couldn’t get any information at all. They couldn’t even get through the door.

He naturally knew that Duke Charles was a cautious man and seemed to have quite a bit of criticism towards him. This inevitably made him suspect that the Duke was involved in these matters.

But he couldn’t imagine how the other party intended to deal with him.

It’s alright…

When the wound appeared, he was in the underground hiding place in Windsor Palace. No one would know where he would rewind to…