The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 79

It was an exquisite four-story row house. Adele rented the entire fourth floor to store various equipment and materials, so it was quite spacious.

However, it was now the time when people were waking up and starting work. The streets were already bustling with people. When they disembarked from the carriage, they attracted quite a few curious glances.

After all, the sight of three beautiful young women sneakily carrying an unconscious beautiful young woman upstairs was hard not to spark imagination.

Once upstairs, Adele had Avena place Ciel on the guest room bed, then began cleaning and stitching the visible wounds on Ciel’s body.

Avena left with Nia for a while. Soon after, Uris also hurriedly left Adele’s home, got into a carriage, and headed towards the Clock Tower Church.

Meanwhile, Adele, completely unaware of what was unfolding, diligently continued cleaning the bloodstains off Ciel, suturing her wounds, and applying medicine.

Although potions could heal these minor wounds directly, without sutures, ugly scars could easily form.

After nearly two hours of work, Adele finally straightened up, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

What Adele didn’t know was that, outside, this section of Gem Avenue had already been cordoned off by the police. Her downstairs neighbors had happily left without even packing their luggage.

And just outside the cordon, numerous disguised believers and church attendants loitered, with occasional individuals being arrested for attempting to cross the blockade through alleys or rooftops.

Several hours passed. The sky outside gradually darkened until night fell completely. As Adele entered the sickroom carrying food delivered by Avena, she saw Ciel’s eyelashes flutter slightly.

“Ciel?” Adele placed the tray on the nearby cabinet, sat beside Ciel, and called out softly.

At this moment, Ciel slowly opened her eyes.

She could hear Adele’s voice beside her, but the ringing whispers in her mind had lessened considerably.

She propped herself up and looked down. The pendant around her neck swayed gently, catching her attention.

She saw she was wearing the pendant containing the sealed “Sacrificial Saint’s Relic.” The pendant was currently burning, helping her resist the whispers’ assault.

This is… Avena’s pendant?

“Don’t get up yet, just lie down.” Adele reached out, gently pushed the rising Ciel back down, and asked, “Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Does your head still hurt? Have the whispers gotten worse?”

Before Ciel could answer, Avena, who seemed to have been monitoring the room from somewhere, pushed open the door and walked straight in.

Seeing Ciel lying in bed, her face somewhat pale, Avena stepped forward and asked expressionlessly, “Are you still feeling unwell, Ciel?”

To be safe, she had sealed off this entire street section. There shouldn’t be anyone else within 50 meters. She wondered if this would alleviate Ciel’s whispers.

“I’m fine… Where is this?” Ciel asked, glancing at the time on the system interface.

8 PM… Still nearly eight hours until this simulation ends and I can save the “Judicator” file.

She needed to recover as much as possible to avoid being plagued by whispers when using this save file in the future.

Besides that, she needed to use this time to devise a comprehensive plan.

A plan targeting the “Radiance Bishop” from the Divine Advent Church who was scheduled to visit on the 23rd.

Even back in reality, without reporting to the church, she was 90% confident she could go to Deton Manor alone, spend 5 Fate Points to transform into the “Judicator” for 30 minutes, kill Kitty directly, and ensure no cultists escaped.

But even if she swiftly killed them all, a hidden danger remained.

She might be investigated by the arriving “Radiance Bishop.”

She might not even need to wait for the “Radiance Bishop.” Even if she did nothing, once Avena fled and Adele and Uris were captured, various clues would point towards the unremarkable her.

Even if they only came to probe her, Ciel’s life would be disrupted, and she might even be brainwashed into a cultist in reality.

If she couldn’t deal with the “Radiance Bishop,” Ciel’s only option was to flee to Ansu with her sister beforehand.

But even fleeing to Ansu wasn’t safe… If the Divine Advent Church identified her as involved after the incident, given the number of dead cultists, they would surely try everything to capture her, even if she hid in Ansu with its various orthodox church presences.

Ciel felt that ever since stepping onto the transcendent path in the simulation, she had been sinking deeper into a quagmire, constantly drawn into turbulent transcendent events, getting further entangled the more she struggled.

But Ciel didn’t regret intervening.

If she hadn’t, she would already be dead.

Even if they only killed her simulated self, Ciel would make them pay the price.

“I’m fine.” Ciel nodded, lying in bed. She noticed the bandages on her hand, turned to Adele, and said, “Thank you, Adele.”

Then Ciel looked at Avena standing beside Adele, touched the pendant on her chest, and said with a smile, “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me just yet.” Avena met Ciel’s gaze expressionlessly. After a moment, she averted her eyes slightly, pretending to look elsewhere.

“Covering all the expenses, you already owe me at least 2000 pounds. The ‘Sacrificial Saint’s Relic’ isn’t cheap.” Avena continued, “At your current weekly salary, you’ll have to work for me for at least 77 years to pay it off.”

“…If you plan on doing anything dangerous in the future, you must tell me first, Miss Assistant. I don’t want to clean up your messes again.”

“Of course, Miss Employer.” Ciel propped herself up, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Avena, and said, “I can tell you about something dangerous right now.”

Her own abilities weren’t enough to confront the “Radiance Bishop.” Ciel had to try and rally more allies within the simulation.

At the very least, she needed to probe Avena and Uris’s capabilities, see what cards they held.

“Huh?” Avena paused, her gaze snapping back to Ciel. Her previously calm and composed face couldn’t quite hold it together.

I was just saying… We just took down a Divine Advent Church stronghold, what other dangerous things could you possibly have to do, Miss Ciel? Taking down a cult base, drinking a second-tier potion less than two days later—could anything be more dangerous than those two things?

“I have reliable intelligence telling me.” Ciel’s smile vanished, her expression turning serious.

“On June 23rd, at 13:01, a ‘Radiance Bishop’ from the Divine Advent Church will visit their stronghold in Berren City—the same Deton Manor stronghold I just destroyed.”

Avena’s mouth slowly fell open.

“Radiance Bishop”?

Precise down to the date is one thing, but how can you be precise down to the hour and minute?

Seriously, sister, what kind of intelligence network is this? Can you even call it an intelligence network anymore?

Does your intelligence network track every single cultist 24/7? Or is your intelligence network the higher authority assigning tasks to the “Radiance Bishop”?

They shouldn’t bother being an intelligence network anymore; they might as well run for Pope!!!!!