The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 271

After a while, a knock sounded. After receiving Ciel’s approval, the door opened, and Tara’s figure appeared in the doorway.

“Lord Ciel, did you call for me?”

In the dim room, Tara knelt halfway before Ciel, looking up at Ciel and asking softly.

Ciel turned her head and saw Tara at this moment.

She didn’t know when Tara had changed into a thin nightgown. Through the lamplight, her faintly visible body could be seen through the thin garment. Her dark green eyes shimmered, quietly watching Ciel.

“A while ago, did I instruct you to save something for me?”

Ciel looked at Tara before her and asked, “For example… potions? Notebooks? Or any other specific items?”

“Potions?”

Tara’s voice was soft, without her usual reserved tone. Instead, she sounded like a delicate little girl. “Yes, Lord Ciel. Teacher Imogen left potions for you.”

“So it was Teacher Imogen?”

Ciel felt a slight relief upon hearing that name and said, “Can you have her bring the potions over?”

“But now… Lord Ciel, you should rest.”

Tara’s voice became worried, even with a hint of grievance. “You have been working for over twenty consecutive hours. Your mind cannot withstand it.”

Tara, who was kneeling beside Ciel, stood up and embraced Ciel’s arm. Ciel could clearly feel Tara’s body through the thin clothing.

“You are a little too anxious. Please rest for a while.”

Tara’s voice began to become somewhat ethereal in Ciel’s ear.

And on the other side, on Ciel’s right, Avena had appeared beside her at some point. She was also wearing a translucent, gauze-like garment at some unknown time and embraced Ciel’s right arm.

“Rest…”

A heavier sense of drowsiness than before came from Ciel’s mind, accompanied by a feeling of numbness in her body.

This was like…

The feeling of fainting while conscious from before.

A bone-chilling coldness once again swept through Ciel’s mind. She used almost all her strength to push away their arms, swayed as she stood up, and walked towards the door.

“No… that’s not right… I can’t rest yet…”

Ciel quickly walked to the door and directly opened it.

A figure blocking the doorway filled Ciel’s entire vision.

It was a woman dressed in a magnificent black and gold gown. She wore a large black hat with black silk draped down, embroidered with delicate patterns that resembled mental paths, strikingly captivating.

“Teacher Imogen Soma.”

The moment she saw this figure, Ciel subconsciously took half a step back and slightly lowered her head.

She pronounced the other party’s name very naturally and smoothly, as if she had known the other party for a long time.

“Not going to rest again? You are always so disobedient.”

A hazy sound emanated from beneath the lace veil. She merely snapped her fingers, and all the pink candles in the room lit up, illuminating the entire room.

“This student just feels… there are still things left undone.”

Ciel still respectfully lowered her head.

“You indeed have things left undone.”

Imogen’s voice sounded a little annoyed. She slowly reached out, grabbed Ciel’s wrist with her gloved right hand, and questioned, “The potion you drank… how did it disappear? What about the potion reaction on your body?”

“Potion?”

Ciel’s face showed a slight hint of confusion. She looked up at the woman shrouded in the hazy veil and asked, “What potion?”

“‘Poison Master’ potion, do you remember?”

Imogen looked at Ciel’s arm with some doubt and asked directly, “How did you do it? There’s no potion reaction at all… How is that possible?”

“‘Poison Master’… This…”

A few fragments seemed to flash through Ciel’s mind. She nodded lightly and said, “I know, ‘Poison Master’ potion… I drank it… I’ve already fully digested ‘Plaguebringer’ and ‘Source of Cholera’…”

Imogen’s brow furrowed slightly beneath her veil.

She was rambling again…

This young girl named Ciel had an extremely strange mind.

Many of Ciel’s memories were a void of nothingness. She could only detect some trivial matters and daily routines, but some crucial scenes were almost entirely blurry in her memory, and even the sounds turned into sharp gibberish.

Moreover, her mental influence on Ciel would also be intermittent… One must remember, the other party was just an ordinary young girl… There was definitely something unusual about her.

Imogen wanted to uncover this secret, but before that, she had to ensure complete control over this young girl.

“Come here. I’ll take you for a treatment.”

Imogen slowly spoke, then turned and left. Ciel also followed directly behind Imogen.

She could not give up on Ciel, even if Ciel might be involved in some major trouble… However, for them, no matter how big the trouble, it was not trouble.

In this world, there were very few entities that could restrain them.

And Ciel possessed qualities they desperately needed.

She was an individual with extreme talent, far surpassing anyone or anything Imogen had ever seen.

This young girl named Ciel possessed terrifying talent on the “Poison Master” path. Even without completing any reconstitution rituals, she could perfectly digest the “Poison Master” potion.

In exploring her memories, Imogen saw terrifying mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and Ansu littered with bodies beneath the death knell… And none of this had ever happened.

Besides “Uniqueness,” there was no other good explanation.

Imogen led Ciel through the corridor to the deepest room. She directly reached out and opened the door.

“Mond, the potion.”

Imogen looked at the transcendent sitting upright in the room and said.

“Yes, Lady Imogen.”

Mond quickly took out a bottle of potion from her embrace and handed it to the woman before her. She said, “This was left for me by Teacher.”

“Mm.”

Imogen took the potion bottle Mond handed her. After pausing for a moment, she looked at Imogen and said, “Well done. Your teacher will be proud of you.”

“Yes!”

Mond lowered her head and respectfully responded.

“Continue to diligently complete your reconstitution ritual and stabilize the potion within you,”

Imogen looked at Mond and said, “When you return to the Society of Merriment, I will apply for your next tier’s reconstitution ritual and potion.”

“Thank you, Lady Imogen!”

Mond’s voice became a little excited. She seemed not to have expected to obtain something that might have required decades of contributions so easily.