The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 276

[Translator’s Note: Ahh sorry for the late upload… I haven’t fully recovered yet…]

West District, St. Abbey Garden Market, Royal Opera House.

The drizzling rain began to fall again, dimming the originally bright sunlight slightly.

Situations like this, with the sun out while it’s raining, are not common even in a rainy place like Ansu.

A red-haired young lady in a trench coat stood at the entrance of the opera house, looking up at the ancient building under the fine rain, a slightly appreciative smile on her face.

“Your Excellency Prime Minister!”

A fat noble, dressed in women’s clothing, was walking towards Ciel, his large belly straining his corsets. He seemed to recognize the young lady. But in the next moment, he appeared to have forgotten what he had just said, passing by her without disturbing her at all.

A woman wearing a hat quietly approached from behind the red-haired young lady and said, “Are you sure you want to do this, Your Excellency Ciel? There are many nobles inside… This commotion might directly ‘awaken’ Charles or Erigma.”

“Actually, if you play normally, I’m confident you could complete the ‘Melody Master’ reconstitution ritual in a month at the latest…”

Imogen was saying something behind Ciel.

She came here with a mission. If she truly killed thousands of people in Ansu, or even just scared thousands mad, that would be a blatant slap in the face to the royal family, the nobles, and the church. They would definitely demand an explanation…

Although Imogen was indeed slapping their faces right now, the severity of killing was still different. Imogen could control the extent of her “play.”

She could even gradually transition everyone’s common sense back to normal, making everyone unaware of what had happened during this period.

Only when some transcendents started checking their spiritual notebooks might they discover clues, but by then Imogen would have long been gone.

“A month?” Ciel lightly shook her head and smiled, “Don’t complicate simple matters. It’s just a simple matter of using ‘melody’ to infect people. Melody isn’t just about beauty.”

Terrifying melodies, huh? What, a death singer? This is taking a completely opposite ‘Musician’ path from Forte!

Imogen was frantically complaining in her heart, but cold sweat was almost streaming down her forehead.

If Her Excellency Ciel insisted on doing this, and Imogen couldn’t handle the consequences, it might very well affect that esteemed individual in North Ansu…

Imogen felt as if she was being roasted over a fire.

Never mind… I’ll try my best to eliminate the impact…

Information about “Uniqueness” is the highest priority. Everything else can be set aside for it.

Imogen took a deep breath and said, “Alright, I’ll arrange it for you.”

During the day, the opera house was usually for rehearsals. The earliest matinee charity performance wouldn’t start until 2:00 PM… This time was a bit too early.

But changing common sense was exactly what Imogen was good at.

Isn’t it normal to watch a performance in broad daylight?

Imogen took out the sandbox, and a purple halo flickered in her eyes.

Only a few minutes passed.

Many people with candles stuck on their bodies began to gradually gather towards the Royal Opera House.

The Royal Opera House, which was originally quiet during the day, was now bustling with activity like a Saturday night. Many middle-class people and nobles flooded into the theater, and the audience inside grew larger and larger.

However, under Imogen’s deliberate screening, none of the people who came to the opera house had any transcendent background.

The partitions of the boxes were removed, temporary seats were added, and those without seats stood directly below, packed tightly together.

Not until the entire opera house was filled with over 3,000 people did anyone else enter.

And at this moment, Imogen had already brought Ciel to the backstage of the opera house.

Through the bright red curtain, Ciel could hear the noisy clamor of people outside. Almost no sound escaped her ears.

After drinking the “Blood Painter” potion, not only her eyesight but also her hearing had greatly improved.

Nobles discussed social scandals and royal gossip; the middle class discussed the recent fluctuations in railway stocks and the recent controversy over the repeal of the Corn Laws; intellectuals talked about everything under the sun, from Clara’s previous musical performance to philosophical discussions…

Ladies discussed fashionable clothing, and workers discussed their jobs, betting on how many wrong notes today’s pianist would play…

Not a single person knew why they had come here, and not a single person knew what would happen on stage next.

“You actually want to buy shares in that railway… You might as well look at the Great Western Railway Company.” Because the partitions of the noble boxes had been removed, a noble, hearing the discussion below, said in a high-pitched voice, “Honestly, we closed a big deal a while ago. The stock price is definitely going to rise.”

The noble seemed to boast about this information without a care, as if wanting to spread the news of the rising stock price as far as possible.

The more retail investors followed, the better they could sell at a high price.

“Oh? Your esteemed Excellency, why have we never heard of any major moves by the Great Western Railway Company recently?” A middle-class man in a skirt looked in the noble’s direction and asked.

People nearby also leaned forward, ready to hear what it was about.

“Heh heh…” The noble, in a high-pitched voice, lowered his body and said, “The Great Western Railway Company recently closed a deal to build a railway from Berren to Ansu…”

A new railway.

And in Berren City, which is developing very rapidly.

This could lead to a huge surge in prices.

The eyes of many nearby people lit up, listening intently.

“Moreover, the most important section in the middle was bought at the lowest price from that Young Mistress Roswell… This railway will be built without any obstacles and will open quickly.” The noble deliberately lowered his voice and said, “Berren City’s gem processing is really good… Once the railway opens, the price of gems will come down…”

Many people had already started calculating investments in various businesses, and the man who first asked the question couldn’t help but inquire, “It’s that easy to buy the land?”

You know, the hardest thing about railway construction is land acquisition. The land of a grand noble’s daughter was acquired so easily? And at an extremely low price?

“That’s not very likely… The Roswell family has been so prominent recently.” The man shook his head, questioning, “And that new Prime Minister Ciel seems to be engaged to the Young Mistress of the Roswell family.”

“Heh, of course it was a deal finalized before all this happened,” the noble said dismissively, touching up his makeup with powder. “I personally participated in the negotiations. Are you questioning me?”

“I wouldn’t dare…” The middle-aged man looked left and right, seemingly awkwardly trying to change the subject. Soon, he noticed movement on the stage and quickly said, “Look, the performance is about to begin!”