The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 260

“Lucy Silva?”

Avena asked calmly.

“That commissioner from the Deton Group?”

At this moment, Forte, looking at Avena before him, slightly narrowed his eyes.

Just now by the window, Avena had already seen him… It was clear that she knew he was coming, and she also knew that the hotel downstairs had been sealed off.

Then now, why was she coming down herself?

Was she trying to bluff her way through?

No, no, no… Rumor had it that Young Mistress Avena was remarkably intelligent. She had made a name for herself and built a fortune outside at such a young age. Even in Ansu, one would occasionally hear news from distant Berren City about this young lady.

She was not foolish.

Then she… was hiding something.

Upstairs, in the room just now, besides Young Mistress Avena, there was only a little girl and another young girl lying on the bed… who looked like an ordinary person.

Could that little girl… be the key?

“It’s inconvenient to talk standing here,”

Forte smiled slightly. He walked directly upstairs, passing Avena, and continued up. “Let’s talk with your two friends as well…”

Not good…

Looking at Forte about to go upstairs, Avena no longer hesitated.

She slowly looked up. The dark purple halo in her eyes flickered. She looked directly at a “Crown Guard” following behind Forte.

When she was still a “Listener,” Avena had performed countless mental healing sessions on “Crown Guard” Nia. She was quite familiar with the strengths and weaknesses of “Crown Guards,” especially their weaknesses…

The “Crown Guard” following behind Forte, the moment he made eye contact with Avena, an inexplicable subconscious command was directly implanted into his mind.

As if by instinct, subconsciously, he reached for the sword at his waist and drew it out at extreme speed.

This was a sword technique etched in his memory, practiced countless times. This action was as if it was carved into his body. Drawing the sword was completely muscle memory.

Now, this muscle memory of his seemed to have had a switch flipped, making him uncontrollably use a drawing and upward slash towards Forte’s back!

Clang——

Buzz——!

The crisp sound of the sword being drawn was keenly perceived by Forte. Forte fiercely turned around and swung his hand towards the “Crown Guard.”

Elegant phantom piano keys abruptly appeared in front of the path Forte’s hand was swinging. As Forte’s fingers swept across them, musical notes exploded. Several sound waves blasted towards the “Crown Guard.”

“Boom——”

A huge vibrating sound echoed. Wood splinters flew, and Avena, using this impact, directly threw herself into the adjacent corridor. With just a roll, she regained her footing, half-kneeling on the ground.

Her torn skirt slid down her thigh, revealing the straps on her thigh and the many syringes arranged on them.

She took the opportunity to directly take out two of them and fiercely stabbed them into her chest.

Hiss——

The potion inside the syringes was instantly squeezed into Avena’s body. Her mind felt as if it had been struck by a heavy blow. A severe ringing sounded in her ears. At this moment, her vision became somewhat blurred. Besides the ringing in her ears, she could hear absolutely nothing else.

Splatter——

Avena threw the empty syringes aside. At this moment, she felt power surging throughout her body. Her mind had never been so clear. Even the whispers in her mind were suppressed to an extremely low point.

Using this power, Avena charged fiercely towards the window, preparing to leap out—

Buzz——

A sound wave barrier composed of musical notes, like a crushing mountain, tore through the wooden floor, pressing down towards Avena with a violent momentum. Everything in the entire corridor was destroyed by this sound wave.

Avena only had time to raise her hands to shield herself. The bracelet on her hand emitted a bright green light. A barrier appeared before her, but it was instantly shattered by the sound wave.

The huge recoil sent Avena flying back, only stopping when she slammed against the door at the end of the corridor, shattering the door.

“Damn it…”

Forte dusted himself off and cursed.

To be almost ambushed by a mere Tier 2 made Forte, who was already filled with pent-up anger, find a place to vent at this moment.

He had even decided how he would torture this weakling who dared to resist him.

But just then.

Boom——

Forte’s eyes widened.

A black long spear, like black lightning, passed before him. It only grazed the hair on his forehead before directly piercing into the wall beside him.

Forte quickly retreated, standing behind a few “Crown Guards.”

And the next moment, a figure broke through the wall and slowly stood up from within the dust, raising its hand to grip the black long spear.

The long spear melted into molten iron, wrapping around the figure’s right arm and forming a gauntlet with blades.

“I wonder how my daughter has offended Your Excellency.”

The dust slowly dissipated. Charles moved the gauntlet on his right hand. He looked at Forte before him and said coldly, “To be treated like this by Your Excellency.”

“Charles…”

Forte slightly frowned. He looked at Charles before him and laughed, “This has nothing to do with you.”

“Is Your Excellency Forte talking in his sleep?”

Charles turned back and glanced at Avena, who was coughing up blood. He slowly turned back and looked at Forte. “My daughter’s business is my business.”

“Now, step back and learn from the Holy See of the Church of the God of Order and the Holy See of the Church of the Savior Goddess. Shut your mouth and stay put,”

Forte sneered. “If you do that, perhaps after this is over, you and your family can continue to be dogs of the royal family.”

Charles’s left hand trembled slightly. Forte had mentioned his family, which meant he was threatening him.

There were no other major transcendent families in Ansu. The reason the Roswell family had survived until now was simply because they were sufficiently “dutiful.”