The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 288

Carefully stepping around Tara, who was lying under the bed, Ciel left the bedroom and headed towards the bathroom.

Adele’s main bedroom didn’t have a bathroom. The bathroom was located elsewhere, but this was already quite good, as most residences still used communal restrooms and bathrooms.

After Ciel finished washing up, she left the bathroom.

At this moment, Avena, wearing pajamas, had been leaning against the bathroom wall for a long time. Seeing Ciel emerge, she handed over the clothes she held.

“I had the maid fetch these last night; they were delivered today.” Avena tucked the clothes into Ciel’s arms.

Ciel subconsciously reached out to take the clothes and held them in her arms, but the somewhat wide pants immediately slid down.

Avena: “…”

Ciel: “…”

Fortunately, Adele’s clothes were also quite long, covering Ciel’s private parts.

“Cough cough…” Avena forcibly stifled a laugh, maintaining an expressionless face. She slowly turned around and said, “I didn’t see anything.”

“Avena.” Ciel wasn’t embarrassed. If it was Avena who saw it, then it didn’t matter. She looked at Avena’s back and asked, “Are you free later?”

“Yes, why?” Avena subtly turned, facing Ciel partially as she asked.

“I’m going to drink the ‘Listener’ potion, and I want you to help me oversee it.” Ciel said.

“‘Listener’?” Avena’s brow subtly furrowed. She looked directly into Ciel’s eyes and asked, “Why ‘Listener’? Are you serious?”

Avena knew how difficult this path was to walk, having drunk the potion of this path out of rebellion back then.

Not knowing the subsequent paths was one thing, but there were no similar organizations or transcendents, no insights or experiences to refer to. Everything had to be figured out on her own…

Moreover, the low tiers of this path basically couldn’t engage in normal combat, especially unexpected encounters. Before Tier 3, they mostly had to rely on the aid of drugs to modify others’ subconscious or memories.

It was precisely because she knew this path was unsuitable for combat that Avena wanted to persuade Ciel not to take it.

In Avena’s opinion, Ciel was actually more suited for potions like “Adventurer,” “Detective,” “Musician,” or even “Avenger,” “Assassin.” These would not only avoid arousing resentment from most organizations but also offer plenty of experience to draw from, while also providing decent combat abilities.

“I have a way to revert the state after drinking the potion,” Ciel said, “It’s just an experiment.”

“…That’s fine then,” Avena nodded, not doubting Ciel. “Just let me know when you’re ready.”

Ciel returned to the bathroom and changed into the clothes Avena had given her.

This seemed to be Avena’s own dress, a bit too large for Ciel, but still fitting enough not to look awkward.

Avena also went to another bathroom to change. Ciel, meanwhile, returned to the room. When she opened the door, Adele and Tara had just gotten up. One was sitting on the bed, the other on the floor. Both looked half-asleep, staring at Ciel.

“Adele, can I see your research log from this period?” Ciel looked at Adele and asked with a smile.

“Ah? Oh, okay…” Adele nodded, then drowsily climbed out of bed. Without even tidying her hair, she walked directly towards the laboratory.

After Adele left, Ciel lowered her head and asked Tara, “Did you sleep well last night? You looked very cold.”

“Ah?” At this moment, Tara noticed that she was wrapped in the blanket that had originally covered Ciel.

She quickly struggled out of the blanket, propped herself up by the bed, and said in a flustered voice, “I’m sorry… Lord Ciel, I didn’t mean to…”

Tara was also wearing Adele’s clothes, but Adele’s pajamas were almost like a nightgown that reached Tara’s knees. The slightly wide neckline exposed Tara’s collarbones.

The main reason was probably that Tara was too small and thin. She wondered why Tara had become like such a child.

Tara apologized repeatedly, then fled, clutching her Archbishop’s robes, towards the bathroom. Halfway there, she almost bumped into Avena, who was returning.

After everyone had tidied themselves and eaten a simple breakfast, Ciel followed Adele to the laboratory and began to organize the research logs with her.

While organizing, Ciel occasionally asked Adele about certain difficult-to-understand parts, having Adele explain them to her. She tried her best to understand herself, and even if she didn’t, she made sure to memorize Adele’s explanations.

During this process, Ciel discovered that her simulated self was seemingly relaying the research progress of Adele, Amy, and Ashford to each other. The bridge of their communication—namely, this research result— was essentially a joint product of Ashford’s research institute, Adele, and Amy. That’s why the progress was so fast.

After all, in the simulation, there wasn’t a need to consider so many things; results just needed to be produced quickly.

Amy’s role in this was also quite crucial. Her knowledge of plants and herbs saved a lot of detours in the research. Moreover, the “Gardener’s” ability allowed Amy to quickly cultivate plants resistant to the “Rotting Disease”—in fact, the antidote was extracted from these resistant plants.

After reading all the paper documents, Ciel had all the contents ingrained in her memory.

And after doing all this, Ciel and the others went to Avena’s house.

Avena’s relationship with her father Charles had improved considerably, but Avena still kept the mansion she rented, not moving directly to the Roswell family mansion.

Because if she was at the Roswell family mansion, it would be inconvenient to invite Ciel directly when Avena missed her. If she had her own rented place, she could call Ciel over anytime.

Avena, now backed by Charles, didn’t need to maintain unnecessary pomp, so there weren’t many maids in the mansion. Avena called the butler, gave all the maids a day off, and then only Ciel and the others remained in the mansion.

Tara took out two bottles of potion. These were what Ciel in the simulation had asked her to prepare.

Avena looked at the two completely different potions in Ciel’s hand with some curiosity, a hint of confusion on her face.

Wasn’t she going to drink the “Listener” potion? What was the other “Ascetic” potion for?