The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 116 - Lady Ciel Will Surely Be Pleased (3/3)

Oppold ran forward at full speed. Soon, he saw groups of people heading towards the factory on the street not far ahead.

They seemed completely oblivious to the scene here, either chatting and laughing or just walking, but all very tacitly avoided this path, as if there were some invisible barrier here.

“Come here!” Oppold violently swung his right hand forward. A scorching red hook chain made of black armor shot out from him, heading straight for the workers outside the street.

Dong—!!!

Suddenly, the chain swinging in the air seemed caught by something, crashing straight down onto the ground with a dull thud, splashing up gravel and water.

In the shadow beneath the heavy chain, dozens of black and white shadows on the ground used shadow chains to hook Oppold’s armor hook, like taming a fierce serpent, dragging it firmly onto the ground, sticking it together with the shadow on the ground.

The loud noise attracted the attention of the crowd at the crossroads ahead. They peered into the street.

“Hey, what’s that guy doing naked from the waist up? He fell and made a pit in the ground!”

“Stop looking, we’re gonna be late. You don’t want your wages docked, do you?”

“Hah, don’t mention it. Just yesterday you were docked 1 pence for being 1 second late... Why don’t they pay 1 pence per second?”

“Oh, Tom, if you mention this again, I swear I’ll kick your butt hard with my boot.”

The factory bell rang. The workers stopped chatting and quickened their pace towards the factory.

They couldn’t see the armor on the transcendent, nor the layers upon layers of black and white shadows behind him. All they could see was an unlucky fellow falling in the mud.

And they would never remember why they took a detour to the factory today. Today would just become another “ordinary day” in their memory.

“Bastard...” Oppold quickly turned back, looking at the dense shadows behind him, only feeling his scalp tingle.

Work time was already late. Misfortune... had already begun quietly stacking, and under the coin’s effect, doubling.

He couldn’t escape.

“What exactly do you want?” Oppold’s rationality was almost consumed by anger.

He endured for so long, everything was proceeding according to plan, but why? Just when everything was on track, about to succeed, it was ruined by a church he wouldn’t have given a second glance before.

He wasn’t resigned!

“Do you know who I am?! In the name of Thaddeus! I swear you will be punished for what you’ve done!” Oppold tried to move, but the chain on his right hand was held fast to the ground, as if shackled, unable to move even a fraction.

Patter, patter, patter...

Footsteps sounded from behind those shadows. The shadows parted, revealing the newcomer to Oppold.

It was a petite figure, upper body shrouded beneath a cloak.

She slowly removed the hood. Pale long hair fell down along the cloak. The rain-soaked ends revealed the dark green beneath the white hair.

“Fuck... Church lackeys! Hurry up and let me go! Otherwise, when I get back, I’ll smash your damn goddess statue!” Oppold shouted angrily. Every second counted now. If he returned to the factory earlier, he still had a chance to live.

With the currently stacked misfortune, at most, he’d soak in the furnace a few more times. If the remaining time was wasted, he didn’t know what awaited him.

Thinking this, Oppold took a deep breath, looked at the girl still walking towards him, and lowered his stance.

“If you let me go, I’ll immediately write a check for 100, no, 3000 Su pounds to the Clock Tower church as a donation.” Oppold panted slightly, then continued, “I swear on the name of my family, Thaddeus.”

“3000 Su pounds...” The girl stopped before Oppold, looked down, seemingly pondering slightly.

After a moment, the girl looked up, smiled towards Oppold, and said, “Thank you, Mother Goddess should like it.”

Mother... Goddess?

Not Goddess?!

Oppold froze for a moment, then saw the girl gently wave her palm towards him.

The next second, overwhelming black shadows rapidly swam towards him along the ground, drilling directly into his shadow.

It’s over!!! Not the Church of the Savior Goddess!!!

Oppold was dragged backward rapidly along the ground. One shadow after another, like chains, completely bound the shadow beneath him.

...

The rain fell harder and harder. Oppold was dragged along numbly.

Unsure how long he was dragged, he was finally brought into a newly built, unfinished factory, forced heavily onto his knees on the ground.

The factory was empty, but Oppold’s pupils trembled slightly when he saw a corpse lying not far from him.

That corpse, already starting to decay slightly, was Lucy...

Why...

“Arrange this place. Wait for my return... Watch him.”

“Hee hee... Lady Ciel will surely be pleasantly surprised...”

In Oppold’s peripheral vision, the girl ran out of the factory. And through the factory entrance walked one cultist after another.

They skillfully began carving spiritual arrays on the ground, meticulously placing statues. Among them, a figure dressed in noble attire was recognized by Oppold.

“Gemma? Gemma!!! You!!!”

The woman called out slowly turned back towards Oppold, her face showing no emotional fluctuation.

“Aren’t you in Ansu? Why are you here? Quick... Quick help me tell them, I can pretend nothing happened. You can even find a ‘Psychologist’ or ‘Dream Stealer’ to wipe my memory of this past month. I absolutely won’t resist!”

“May the Mother Goddess bless you.” The woman called Gemma merely curtsied slightly towards Oppold, then continued with her task.

It seemed past friendships vanished like smoke at this moment.

Time passed minute by minute. Despair gradually began to fill Oppold’s heart. The rain fell harder, and the sky gradually darkened.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard messy footsteps. He slowly looked up ahead.

The group of well-dressed men and women knelt neatly in front, facing the entrance.

Who... is it?

“This is the place... Lady Ciel...” The voice of the girl from before came from outside the factory. Soon, another cool, girlish voice followed.

“Is the surrounding area confirmed safe?”

“No problem, Lady Ciel. All dangers have been cleared.”

Two sets of footsteps came from outside the factory.

Oppold saw the girl from before, humbly leading the way in front, maintaining a bowed posture at all times.

And the other person walking in caused immense confusion in Oppold’s mind.

This trench coat... this hair... this hat... the ordinary girl standing before the gangsters earlier?

She’s actually a high-ranking member of the Divine Advent Church?

And at this moment, Oppold also noticed.

The beautiful girl, originally with a calm expression, upon walking into the factory and seeing them, her eyes widened slightly, pupils trembling wildly, looking almost ready to turn and run.

I’m about to die, what is she afraid of?

Oppold was puzzled.