The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 274

In the Prime Minister’s residence conference room, a strange scene unfolded.

A young girl with black-blue hair stood not far from the conference room door, standing and sleeping, her head gently nodding with each breath like a fishing rod.

And another figure, entirely shrouded in a long robe, was cautiously pacing nearby.

Her hat had been removed and placed aside, revealing her golden, wavy long hair. Her eyes were a grayish-blue, her appearance plain, with a few freckles on her cheeks, just like any ordinary young woman from Ansu.

She looked a little impatient, but her movements dared not be too large. She occasionally looked in the direction of the young girl at the door, trying to call out and wake her several times, but she forcibly suppressed it.

Dare to move?

She absolutely dared not move.

A mysterious transcendent with a strange temper, fickle disposition, and integrated with “Uniqueness,” who wouldn’t die even with a headshot, could change her body’s potion state, and could rewind her body’s state… Imogen did not want to provoke such trouble.

Imogen liked to court danger, not to seek death.

Those who liked to court danger had risen to the high ranks of the Society of Merriment. Those who liked to seek death were probably in the morgue by now.

She walked to the window and pulled back the curtains, resting her hands on the windowsill. She looked at the many men below wearing women’s clothing. This comical scene, which would normally make her very happy, could no longer stir her excitement at all.

“I really should invent some transcendent item that can draw everything before my eyes in an instant…” Imogen thought silently, looking at the comical scene below.

At that time, even if those transcendents really woke up, Imogen could print thousands of copies of those quick sketches and spread them widely. Just thinking of the expressions on the faces of those high-ranking individuals seeing those photos… it would make her happy.

I might really be a genius.

Just then, she felt the person behind her seem to take a step forward. This footsteps made Imogen quickly turn around. She looked at the young girl by the door whose hair had turned red again.

“Your Excellency, are you awake?” Imogen did not step forward rashly. She just stood in place and greeted.

She had also noticed that every time this Excellency’s internal potion changed, her temperament seemed to change. She was also worried that if she went over now, she might suddenly be attacked by some crazy or irritable personality.

At this moment, Ciel, whose “space-time disorder” side effect had ended, swayed slightly.

It wasn’t that her mental power was excessively drained. Instead, her body had fallen into a deep sleep in such a short time, giving her a momentary feeling of being unable to control her body.

Simply put… she was groggy from sleep.

Why did she still retain the lazy tendencies of a “Coroner” after becoming a “Queen Bee”…?

It should be that the lowest-tier “Coroner” potion’s influence was problematic, leading to the “Queen Bee,” which was based on “Coroner,” also inheriting this bad habit… After all, the potion hadn’t been thoroughly digested enough.

The rapid potion consumption before was indeed a bit like “pulling up seedlings to help them grow,” and the “Queen Bee’s” arms still bore traces of potion erosion—this was a manifestation of the potion not being fully digested.

Ciel slowly turned around and looked at Imogen.

“You can make them all rationalize anything I do in front of others, right?” Ciel looked at Imogen and asked.

Here it comes.

She’s going to state her conditions.

This is a persona that can communicate properly.

“Of course, Your Excellency.” Imogen subtly nodded and said, “As long as it doesn’t threaten their lives or trigger subconscious resistance, it can be rationalized by their own minds.”

“Alright.” Ciel subtly nodded and said, “I need you to do a few things for me.”

“No problem, please tell me.” Imogen took a few steps forward and placed her hand on the edge of the conference table.

“Come with me to the royal palace.”

“The royal palace?”

“Yes, I want to find the potions and reconstitution rituals from ‘Musician’ all the way to ‘Illusion Conductor.'” Ciel didn’t hide her thoughts and stated them directly.

“The Society of Merriment has indeed managed to create Tier 1 ‘Musician’ and Tier 2 ‘Melody Master’… but for the subsequent reconstitution rituals and potions, Forte’s blockade was quite tight. We truly don’t have them…” As Imogen spoke, her mind was also rapidly thinking.

Her Excellency actually wants potions and reconstitution rituals?

Is it that simple?

Is this Lord Ciel’s true intention? Or is there some other hidden meaning?

Because this is basically something that only transcendents without an organization, or even those unsure of their subsequent potions on their path, would worry about.

No… perhaps there’s no need to overthink it. This might just be Lord Ciel’s true intention.

Remember what Lord Ciel said before.

‘You drink ten-plus bottles of potion, and you can too.’

Given Lord Ciel’s state changing with her body’s potion changes just now, Lord Ciel might really just be after the potions… She wants to swallow all those potions as if drinking water.

She might have been collecting potions all along. Now she has just collected the “Musician” path, encountered me, and incidentally had me do it…

Even Forte’s death was very likely because he wanted to stop this esteemed individual from getting the potions…

Imogen felt she had seen through everything.

“Alright, Your Excellency.” Imogen proactively said, “If you need any more potions, you can tell me directly… Even if the Society of Merriment doesn’t have them, I have many perfect reconstitution ritual plans and perfect material formulas in my private collection…”

“Oh?” Ciel looked at Imogen and said, “What about ‘Blood Painter’ and its subsequent perfect reconstitution rituals and perfect potions?”

“Of course!” Imogen felt a slight relief.

If Ciel asked her for perfect reconstitution rituals or perfect potions for “Gambler,” “Detective,” or the like, Imogen truly didn’t have any.

But “Blood Painter”?

The Society of Merriment had no shortage of these peculiar paths. They had long since developed a complete set of perfect potions and reconstitution rituals.

Ciel put on her hat, neatly tucked her long hair into it, and donned a trench coat. After instructing Avena and Tara to wait at home, she walked out of the Prime Minister’s residence with Imogen.

Vitalis Palace was not far from the Prime Minister’s residence. Soon, their carriage stopped in front of Vitalis Palace.

Forte’s Royal Orchestra was distributed between Vitalis Palace and Cecil Palace, with its main forces concentrated around Vitalis Palace.

And at this moment, the one temporarily commanding the Royal Orchestra was Princess Vitalis, not Queen Vitalis.

After seeing the carriage, the Royal Guards didn’t even ask many questions. They simply guided the carriage directly into the Royal Garden. Soon, a middle-aged person dressed in a court gown stopped in front of the carriage.

This was the Royal Head Butler, also a Marquis.

The carriage door was pulled open. The middle-aged noble, wearing a comical long dress, bowed slightly to Ciel and said in a high-pitched voice, “First Minister of Finance, are you here to see Her Majesty the Queen on urgent business?”

Ciel forcibly pressed her lips together and took a deep breath, barely preventing her expression from losing control.

Imogen, sitting opposite Ciel, had already turned her face to the other side, her shoulders uncontrollably trembling.