The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 275

Mayfair District, St. Itherine Garden No. 22, Ciel’s residence.

Although the simulated Ciel didn’t often live here anymore, the place was still well-maintained. Not a single servant had been dismissed. Everything here was just as it was before she became Prime Minister.

When the carriage stopped in front of the house, the maid who was sweeping fallen leaves in the garden hadn’t reacted yet. Only when she saw Ciel disembark did she quickly come forward to greet her.

“Miss Ciel, you’re back!” The maid hurried to the door, opened it, and ushered Ciel and Imogen in.

Ciel simply greeted the maid, then led Imogen directly to her room.

After Ciel opened the room door, she saw the canvases and paintings piled inside, whose positions hadn’t changed, and she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Alright, the items are still here. It won’t waste more time.

This was Imogen’s first time here. She curiously observed the paintings piled in Ciel’s room. After seeing what was depicted on them, she was secretly startled.

If an ordinary person were to view these paintings, they would only feel physiological or psychological discomfort, perhaps even dizziness and nausea.

But Imogen, as a knowledgeable Tier 4 transcendent, could see more to these paintings.

This one is a transcendent out of control. Judging by the body’s mutation, it feels like a Tier 3 “Source of Cholera”… This one looks like a building parasitized by terrifying mycelium. She once saw it in Ciel’s memories… This one is…?

Imogen stopped in front of a painting.

It was a vortex drawn with chaotic lines, but just by looking at it, one could almost see the phantom images within the vortex… And even her own ears seemed to be filled with phantom screams.

This is a door to that world!

This was the first time Imogen had seen someone actually draw this thing. Even with just casual charcoal strokes and no color, it made one feel a sense of immersion.

Instantly, linking it to Ciel’s action of asking her for the “Blood Painter” reconstitution ritual just now, she seemed to understand what Ciel suddenly wanted to do here… Thinking of this, Imogen’s breathing became a little hurried.

Is this something I should be looking at…?

“Do you like this one too?”

Ciel’s voice came from behind Imogen.

She quickly moved aside, making space for Ciel.

Ciel walked directly to the painting, slowly raised her hand, and lightly cut her right wrist with a small knife in her left hand.

“Painting with blood… Blood painting symbiosis…” Imogen murmured, repeating the description from the reconstitution ritual.

“‘Blood Painter’ ‘Blood Painter’…” Ciel slowly spoke.

She raised her hand and lightly touched the center of the canvas with her blood-stained finger.

“How can it be without blood…?”

Buzz——

A faint buzz sounded in Imogen’s mind. Her pupils constricted as she watched Ciel’s fingertip’s blood seemingly fill with life, seeping into the canvas.

The blood patterns, as if having a predetermined path, began to spread outwards from the center. Bloody veins gradually stained more than half of the canvas.

The vortex, infused with blood, seemed to tear the canvas’s dimension, slowly swirling before Imogen’s eyes.

“How is this possible…” Imogen subconsciously took two steps back, placing her right hand in front of her. These were her body’s instinctive reactions. She didn’t even have time to stop her body from defending itself.

Imogen’s feelings were absolutely not mistaken. The Excellency Ciel before her was clearly just an ordinary person. She hadn’t even drunk the “Blood Painter” potion.

But her paintings… no, her blood used as paint, already possessed the ability to influence the mind!

Is this still a normal human?

Tier 4 transcendents wouldn’t even dare to claim that their flesh and blood alone would have a mental influence on ordinary people just by being seen—let alone Imogen, who wasn’t an ordinary person!

This must be a manifestation that only an Ascender could have…

The scarlet vortex before her gradually took shape. Although the canvas didn’t move at all, Imogen could feel the bloody vortex rotating and devouring everything around it.

This was art colored with life, each stroke of crimson like a hymn dedicated to the images within.

When Ciel slightly moved her hand from the canvas, the painting before her finally received its long-awaited final touch.

Ciel slowly took out a bottle of potion from her pocket, which she had only recently received. She lightly uncorked the bottle, tilted her head back, and drank the thick red liquid that resembled blood in one gulp.

A trace of blood-like potion flowed from the corner of Ciel’s mouth, as if trying to escape, but was quickly licked back by a nimble, soft tongue.

Ciel turned her head, holding the empty test tube up to Imogen, as if making a toast.

“Thank you for the potion,” Ciel smiled slightly, “And for your viewing.”

She… was using a Tier 4 to complete her reconstitution ritual!

When Imogen realized this absurd thought, no matter how much she disbelieved, it had already happened.

Imogen… her mind was truly affected…

Even if it was just a slight tremor, that was still a Tier 4 mental fluctuation…

If an ordinary person were to look at this painting, they would probably collapse and go mad on the spot!

Using a Tier 4 as a stepping stone for a Tier 1 reconstitution ritual… This was absolutely the most arrogant and insane idea Imogen had ever witnessed!

“Congratulations, Your Excellency, on completing… the Tier 1 ‘Blood Painter’ reconstitution ritual.” Imogen said with some difficulty, offering her congratulations.

The completion of a mere Tier 1 reconstitution ritual was not worth Imogen’s attention, but the way Ciel completed the reconstitution ritual made her couldn’t help but feel convinced—especially since she herself was the one being used as a stepping stone.

She had to admit it.

When she looked up at Ciel again, she saw that Ciel’s originally dark red pupils had now become incredibly scarlet. It was as if just by making eye contact, one would be wounded by the calm, hidden madness in her eyes.

“What a pity.” Ciel casually used gauze to dab the wound, which was no longer bleeding, gently wiping away the bloodstain. She spoke with a hint of disappointment, “The ‘Musician’ potion, for now, cannot be drunk.”

Every word, every movement of Ciel was filled with unhurried elegance. Her eyes, whose pupils were no longer visible, left one constantly wondering if she was making eye contact with you—those eyes seemed capable of observing everything in the world with intricate detail.

“Yes… the ‘Musician’ requires quite a bit of preliminary preparation, but if you are willing to wait, I can arrange it for you within half a month at the fastest,” Imogen said, “You just need to find some people who usually don’t listen to music much, have low appreciation levels, but are easily influenced…”

Imogen’s words were cut short.

Her words were stopped by a single glance.

“I won’t drink the ‘Musician’ potion.”

Ciel looked at Imogen and said.

“Wouldn’t it be better to directly drink ‘Melody Master’ next?”

Directly… changing paths?

Now?

After just finishing a potion?

Imogen swallowed hard.

“‘Melody Master’ does not restrict the use of instruments.”

Ciel took down the painting composed of the bloody vortex. She slowly rolled it up and said with an elegant tone.

“The human body is also an instrument.”

“Wailing is also a melody.”

“Let’s go… to the theater.”

“It’s time to prepare for the performance.”

In a theatrical performance accommodating at least 3,000, perform an original melody until the last human listener is infected by the emotion of your melody, then the ritual is complete…