The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 263

Ciel’s gaze made the two maids freeze in place, not daring to take a step forward. Avena, who was beside her, stepped forward at the right time, blocking their view.

“Please wait outside.”

Avena said coldly, “Do not make me repeat myself.”

“Miss Avena, Her Highness Windsor is not suitable to be alone with anyone at this moment…”

Before one of the maids could finish speaking, a hand was placed directly on her shoulder.

“Come,”

Tara looked up. She placed her hands on the shoulders of the two maids respectively and said with a forced smile, “Let’s wait outside together… Don’t disturb Lord Ciel.”

White shadows slowly emerged from the shadows of the two maids. Their bodies seemed to be uncontrollable. They were pressed by Tara, step by step, out of the reception room. Tara also closed the door behind them.

There were no ordinary people left to disturb in the reception room. Ciel slowly lowered her head and looked at the princess who was tightly hugging her lower legs.

“Princess Windsor…”

Ciel slowly spoke.

This voice made Windsor slowly look up. When she met Ciel’s eyes, her eyes widened slightly. Her entire person seemed as if she had been startled into a daze, standing frozen in place.

“Ah… ah…”

Windsor’s mouth opened and closed, making sounds like a baby learning to babble, indistinguishable as words.

Ciel slightly bent down, grabbed her by the collar, and slowly lifted her up.

“Ah… ah!!”

Windsor frantically hit Ciel’s arms. Her eyes instantly turned red—she might have even forgotten that she was a transcendent. The force of her hits left a few red marks on Ciel’s hands.

“Avena, make her quiet down.”

Ciel slightly turned her face and said towards Avena.

“Alright.”

A purple halo flowed in Avena’s dark purple pupils. The transcendent aura seemed to attract Windsor. She turned her head blankly to look in Avena’s direction. Then, she gradually stopped struggling. After her upper and lower eyelids fought for a while, she fell directly asleep.

Ciel stood up and dragged Windsor to the sofa. She placed her on the sofa and directly raised her hand, pulling off all the hair ornaments on Windsor’s head.

Ciel’s rough movements made Avena’s eyelids twitch slightly. She seemed to feel the phantom pain of her hair being pulled.

“What’s wrong with her?”

Avena couldn’t bear it and directly asked.

Avena didn’t know what Windsor would do when Forte was still alive. In her eyes, Windsor was still a childhood playmate with a difficult fate. She didn’t seem to deserve to be treated this way by Ciel.

As if to confirm something, Avena stepped forward and pulled off the silk opera gloves on Windsor’s hands—in this increasingly warm weather, especially during the day, most people wouldn’t wear such long gloves.

After taking off the gloves, Avena saw large areas of burn marks on Windsor’s arms.

Recalling Windsor’s instinctive reaction to avoid the tea when the maid was pouring it earlier, Avena gently shook her head.

It seemed that this princess, who had become mentally deficient, was not having a good time in the palace. She had probably been retaliated against by the maids she had bullied before, and Windsor herself was basically unable to “complain.”

She didn’t even realize that she possessed the power to easily crush those ordinary people.

At this moment, Ciel didn’t reply to Avena’s words. She parted Windsor’s white hair, carefully examining the wounds on her scalp.

Although Ciel was not using a save file now, the knowledge she had gained from drinking the potion would not be forgotten with the disappearance of the save file. Coupled with the medical knowledge she had acquired earlier, her medical knowledge was now not much worse than that of other “Physicians” and “Plague Doctors.”

Ciel had seen Lafayette’s method of dismantling Windsor’s skull. She had directly removed the entire skullcap. And each time, she used the same opening. There was already a distinct white circle under the hair there.

However, this white circle… showed no signs of recent suturing or healing. Instead, there was a hidden two-centimeter incision within the hairline on her forehead, made with a keyhole approach… But there seemed to be no subsequent craniotomy procedure. Only a keyhole was made, and the incision was closed. It looked more like an examination.

This incision should have been made by the people from the Redemption Society during their examination later.

Lafayette did not take that frontal lobe. Charles and the others had gotten it wrong.

That frontal lobe had dissipated as part of Forte’s flesh and blood…

The current Windsor was like someone who had undergone a frontal lobotomy. Her intelligence had almost completely regressed.

The reason she hadn’t lost her self-awareness and become a completely regressed “living dead” might be because the potion in her body had preserved a part of her thinking ability… Or perhaps the people from the Redemption Society had performed some kind of treatment.

After confirming that Forte’s brain in Windsor’s head had not been removed, Ciel felt at ease. She withdrew her hand, took out a handkerchief to wipe it, and said, “I’m done examining. There’s nothing wrong. Let’s go.”

“Mm.”

Avena didn’t say anything either. She just stood up and left the reception room with Ciel.

However, as she passed by the two maids, a stiff smile appeared on her face, and she gave them a meaningful look.

Tara and Nia followed. Tara rode in the carriage with the two of them, while Nia controlled the horses in front, moving slowly forward.

“What were you going to ask me just now?”

Ciel looked at Avena beside her and asked.

“Ask what Windsor has done?”

“Mm.”

Avena hesitated for a moment, then said, “After all, she’s my friend… back then.”

Ciel looked at Avena beside her and thought for a moment.

For Avena, the Windsor in reality had not done anything. She had not helped the Church of the God of Order kidnap Nia, had not put Ciel under house arrest, and had not killed countless innocent people under the influence of the potion…

Is an attempted crime, which was prevented by her before it happened, still considered a crime?

At least to Ciel, who could “enforce the law across time and space,” it was.

Cut the weeds, you have to cut the roots.

If Windsor wasn’t a princess of a country, but some commoner, Ciel would have kicked her to death like kicking a stray dog on the street long ago.

“Her brain contains Forte’s frontal lobe, which holds Forte’s correct memory. It’s Forte’s living notebook,”

Ciel said, “I went there to confirm whether that brain had been taken by Lafayette.”

“So that’s it…”

Avena thought of the scene just now and asked with some curiosity, “Did she do anything bad? You seemed to have a very bad attitude towards her.”

“Not really done anything.”

Ciel shook her head. “At least it was prevented before it happened.”

Ciel naturally also noticed Avena’s little thoughts. She seemed unable to bear seeing her former friend being tortured by the maids like this. When she left, she deliberately did not cover the burn marks on her arms with her gloves again, and she also warned the maids with her eyes when she left.

Although she didn’t say it directly, those maids would either resign or be terrified, and it would be impossible for them to torture Windsor again.

“Let’s go, find Lucy.”

Ciel had temporarily given Windsor a deferred death sentence in her heart. Now, she wanted to see how Lucy was doing.

According to Avena, Lucy seemed to be in a quite miserable state.