The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 274

“I’m here to see Princess Vitalis.” Ciel said.

“Princess Vitalis? She is currently in the Royal Music Hall. Please follow me~” The Head Butler lifted his skirt slightly and bowed, then extended his right hand to Ciel, seemingly wanting to help her down.

However, Ciel raised her hand to politely decline his kindness and stepped down from the carriage herself. Imogen also followed behind Ciel.

On the way to find Princess Vitalis, Ciel couldn’t help but look at Imogen, who was walking beside her, and asked, “Do you often do things like this?”

Ciel said, pointing to the Head Butler leading the way.

“No, this is my first time trying something like this,” Imogen said, a slight lift to her chin, as if the conversation had shifted to a topic of interest to her. “Of course, I’ve tried even more interesting things.”

It sounded like Imogen had something even more interesting she wanted to share with Ciel.

“Tell me about it?” Ciel followed Imogen’s words and asked.

“That was my longest experiment,” Imogen didn’t speak aloud, but her voice echoed directly in Ciel’s ear, “While I was recovering from injuries in a remote small town, I modified the memories of the townspeople, making them believe they were a certain kind of animal… It lasted about seven years.”

“I deliberately left a small number of people whose common sense I didn’t modify, and had them live alongside those whose common sense was modified.”

“Initially, those who were conscious tried hard to awaken the others… But as time went on, the situation quickly changed.”

“Some conscious individuals couldn’t bear it and suffered mental breakdowns; some began to have their inner evil drawn out and started using weapons to enslave those who thought they were animals; some, after long periods of living with pseudo-humans, thought they themselves had a problem and began to hypnotize themselves, imitating the actions of other animal townspeople… And of course, there were also resistors.”

Saying this, Imogen sighed, “That was definitely the most spectacular seven years of my life. Experiencing these things firsthand always brings joy…”

Imogen’s words made Ciel fall silent.

But in essence, Imogen was still a member of the Society of Merriment, a chaotic evil entity.

Ciel could easily imagine what would happen in that small town. In those few years, the purest good and evil in human nature would definitely clash fiercely there, as if a magnificent movie was unfolding.

And Imogen sat in the best spectator seat, quietly enjoying the conflict and opposition caused by the disaster she had instigated.

Taking pleasure in destruction and sadism, pursuing absolute disorder, reveling in chaos itself… this was the Society of Merriment.

Although Imogen had acted perfectly normal just now, it was also because she had succumbed to the “deterrence” she had created, and also because she needed something from Ciel.

Imogen was indeed not lying. The destruction she caused in Ansu City was, for her, already very minor—hardly anyone even died.

“Please wait a moment, both of you. I will inform Princess Vitalis.”

The Marquis smiled slightly at the two, then had Ciel and Imogen wait in the garden, while the Marquis himself walked directly into the music hall.

“You… don’t want to know the end of the story, Your Excellency?” Seeing Ciel ignoring her for a long time, Imogen couldn’t help but ask.

Now, Imogen was more inclined to chat with Lord Ciel, who possessed the aura of a “Subverter” potion.

“It’s alright.” Ciel shook her head and said, “Generally speaking, I prioritize efficiency and rarely do anything meaningless.”

“Alright… Efficiency is indeed important…” Imogen thought of the destructive scenes in Ciel’s memories. She swallowed hard, then decided not to continue discussing these matters.

When it came to killing, I seemed a bit green compared to this Excellency.

Of course, the end of the story was also meaningless. It was simply that when she was about to leave, she lifted all the memory modifications for everyone, allowing everyone to return to normal and know the memories of that period.

Those who had self-domesticated did not recover; the abusive oppressors were torn to shreds; the resistors achieved final victory…

Of course, most importantly, the majority of people went mad and collapsed due to the truth. Animals had no sense of propriety or shame; apart from eating and sleeping, it was all about training.

When they woke up, they would only see countless memories that they themselves detested, and countless of their own children who had been domesticated into animals by their own animalistic methods…

Thinking of the desperate screams when the truth was revealed, Imogen’s mood brightened again.

They didn’t have to wait too long. Soon, a white-haired young lady in a black tailcoat quickly walked out of the music hall and approached Ciel.

“Your Excellency Ciel, welcome.” Vitalis smiled and nodded in Ciel’s direction, seemingly subconsciously forgetting Imogen, who stood beside them.

“Mm.” Ciel didn’t bother with pleasantries. She looked at Vitalis before her and directly said, “Give me the perfect potions and perfect reconstitution rituals from Tier 1 ‘Musician’ all the way to Tier 4 ‘Illusion Conductor.'”

Ciel’s words were very direct. No matter who heard such an outrageous demand, they couldn’t help but be stunned.

But Vitalis, after listening to Ciel finish with a smile, directly extended her right hand to Ciel and said, “Of course, no problem, Your Excellency Ciel… Please follow me to the Royal Collection.”

No matter how many times she saw this scene, Ciel would feel a slight pressure from the “Nightmare” ability.

This ability was simply too useful… and its scope was too broad, with too much room for manipulation.

If she had such an ability, then some previously difficult problems might not be problems at all.

If it weren’t for the system and 【Calm Mind】, she might also have been unknowingly modified by Imogen, and might not even have known how she died.

Soon, Ciel was directly led to the Royal Collection. They followed a hidden staircase, descending the stairs towards the lower part of the collection room.