The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 114 - Gang Boss Ciel and the "Coroner" (4/4)

Oppold, however, said nothing, just stepped aside, his gaze constantly sizing up the young woman.

When did the Blackwater Gang get such a beautiful leader? The gang boss’s daughter?

And she’s actually an ordinary person?

And that gaze... If any man looked at Oppold like that, he would definitely gouge out their eyes.

But when that young woman looked at him like that, Oppold couldn’t muster even a trace of anger.

Now, Oppold developed a great interest in that young woman. However, he decided to put personal feelings aside for now and focus on resolving the immediate problem first.

Oppold continued walking in the opposite direction, while Ciel inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it wasn’t her who directly killed him in the simulation.

Otherwise, if “Nemesis” activated, everyone would know Ciel wasn’t simple, definitely raising Oppold’s suspicion.

At the same time, Ciel’s vigilance increased significantly.

Berren City’s heavy industry had only just begun developing. The city scale wasn’t very large yet, let alone shrinking it down to the scope of Clock Tower Alley. Running into acquaintances was simply too easy.

Ciel had to remain constantly vigilant, trying her best not to meet Oppold personally. Otherwise, she likely wouldn’t be able to win at all, unless she could set up a 【Spiritual Summoning】 formation in advance—but even if she could, she didn’t have enough people with transcendent characteristics to sacrifice.

Unless she sacrificed those investigators inside Deton Manor again... Although sacrificing transcendents from orthodox churches was somewhat extreme, this was a simulation, not reality. If necessary, Ciel would implement it.

Soon, Ciel returned to her residence at No. 44 North-South Stone Street. On the street by the door, two figures wearing newsboy caps were already pacing.

Upon seeing Ciel’s group, the two young men quickly stood at attention, heads bowed.

Ciel stood before the door, opened it. Behind her, the burly man’s voice sounded.

“Boss, that man just now...”

Ciel paused slightly while opening the door, looked back at him, and said, “Keep watching, don’t get discovered, and don’t do anything to him. Just record his movements... You can go back now.”

“Yes.” The man bowed deeply towards Ciel’s departing figure. Only after the wooden door closed did he heave a sigh of relief and turn back to the others.

“Dismissed.”

None of them knew where their inexplicable fear of Ciel came from. Perhaps only Ciel herself knew best.

Ciel had just returned to the living room, feeling slightly relieved upon seeing the familiar setting. Just as she was about to look for the potions she left in the room, she opened the door and froze.

Tara was scrambling off her bed in panic, adjusting her church robes while quickly climbing down, looking towards Ciel.

“What are you doing?” Ciel sighed inwardly.

You people from the Divine Advent Church don’t seem quite normal.

No, not just not quite normal.

Quite perverted.

“It’s not like that, Lady Ciel, please let me explain!” Tara plopped down onto her knees directly before Ciel and said nervously, “I originally just slipped in with the intelligence to wait for you. But during meditation, your lowly servant sensed your great and warm aura in the sanctuary. I felt my thoughts open up, my thinking speed accelerated significantly, many previous doubts were resolved easily, and I entered a state of enlightenment...”

“Then when I came back to my senses, it became like this...”

The further Tara spoke, the more nervous she became, even accidentally biting her tongue several times. Only after finishing did she lower her head somewhat guiltily.

“Oh.” Ciel nodded expressionlessly.

Translation:

She slipped into my room, smelled my scent on the bed, and then rolled around in it.

Previously, Kitty had an unusual obsession with her legs and feet. And Tara, thin and small before her, actually felt something towards her scent...

Sigh... Ciel sighed silently in her heart.

If she didn’t still have use for Tara, she would want to dismember this pervert right now, making her stitching material for her “Coroner” Reconstitution Ritual.

“The intelligence.” Ciel asked.

“Here, Lady Ciel. I went back and checked; this matter is indeed recorded in the books.” Tara handed a letter towards Ciel, continuing, “Sorry, I couldn’t bring the book out... but I recorded everything that should be recorded.”

“This is a compiled translation of texts related to the Ancient Era, recording many deeds related to the Mother Goddess and the church from the Ancient Era. The writers were mostly priests or church transcendents from that time.”

Ciel opened the envelope, unfolded the paper inside, and saw the information marked with red lines.

【《Era of Holy Advent》】

【183-7-13】

【...】

【This item is ominous. Contact by non-fated individuals will surely invite calamity. Those who suffer disaster but do not die, if they do not obey the rules, will surely die from inexplicable events, none survive】

【Not a divine artifact, should be sealed】

【...】

There were many missing parts here, and looking at the context, it resembled a dark version of the ancient era’s “Peach Blossom Spring.” A group of missionaries arrived at a cellar and found this “sealed artifact.”

But everyone who came into contact died from inexplicable disasters. Even those who survived by figuring out the patterns eventually died from inexplicable natural or man-made calamities.

The entire text basically described the terror of this sealed artifact, but it indeed bore a strong resemblance to Ciel’s experiences.

Fated person...

Now, seeing the word fated, Ciel basically defaulted to it being related to the system.

Were the items held by the three of them fragments of a dismantled sealed artifact?

Or was it one sealed artifact, targeting the “parts” in their hands?

At least now, Ciel could be ninety percent certain this matter wasn’t related to people.

This was a sealed artifact that existed since the Ancient Era.