The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 136 - July 1st, Weather, Overcast (4/4)

After Tara left Ciel’s house, Ciel returned to her room, continued reading books, and incidentally started waiting for Avena’s reply letter.

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Just happened to lack a brainwashed second-tier to complete the ritual, and a brainwashed second-tier cultist delivered themselves to the door, almost in a form of surrendering without resistance... This is like getting a pillow when sleepy.

With Avena’s suspicious nature, she would definitely feel this matter wasn’t simple, just don’t know if she would suspect Ciel.

Studying, resting, timing the elimination of misfortune... Ciel spent another two days almost formulaically. Time arrived at the 30th.

On this day, two pieces of good news arrived.

One, the clothing was finished, now delivered into Ciel’s hands, and Ciel also paid the remaining balance.

And the other, was Avena’s early advancement.

Missing two wrong attempts, Avena advanced to Tier 2 more smoothly, removing Gemma’s cultist brainwashing. However, Tara left a failsafe in Gemma’s memory. After the brainwashing was removed, Gemma lost all memories after becoming a cultist.

Equivalent to a three-year blank in her life.

This was something Tara did considering the interests of the church. Moreover, time was limited; she couldn’t precisely eliminate only memories related to the church, could only make a clean cut.

Avena mentioned lightly in the letter about advancing to “Psychologist.” The rest of the letter was basically concerned about Ciel’s current situation.

And Avena also mentioned she now had the ability to help Ciel treat mental problems, confirming with Ciel when her matters would end so they could schedule a consultation.

Ciel considered for a moment, then picked up the pen and wrote a reply letter.

In the letter, Ciel congratulated Avena on her smooth advancement, then mentioned she indeed needed her help.

As for the date... Ciel hesitated repeatedly, finally setting it for July 1st.

That day was when her simulated self dealt with the quill pen. Ciel didn’t know if advancing the time would encounter any unknown events, so decided to still execute the plan according to the original time, which is tomorrow.

To ensure she had sufficient spirit to cope with tomorrow’s confrontation with the “Contaminated Renegade’s Touch,” Ciel had to get enough rest tonight.

According to the records from her simulated self last time, tonight was also a day she could sleep safely... But Ciel wouldn’t actually sleep through the whole night directly, instead diluting the tranquilizer into three bottles, sleeping in three segments, avoiding any accidents in between.

Clothes, corpse, Avena for cleanup, everything was ready.

After drinking the diluted tranquilizer, Ciel’s mind began repeatedly replaying the steps drawn by her simulated self, continuously strengthening the impression, imagining the scene, then falling asleep under this condition.

This was something she had been doing these past few days. Moreover, sleeping like this would likely let her experience a small segment of the dream within the nightmares she frequently had recently—although most times the dreams were very distorted and abstract.

Besides recovering slightly less spirit, doing this had no disadvantages.

After sleeping intermittently for three rounds, Ciel could no longer fall asleep.

Early morning, before the sky brightened, she had already used the purchased burlap to wrap the corpse from the net, dragged the corpse towards Clock Tower Alley.

Ciel deliberately took a large detour, bypassing all places where Church of the Savior Goddess members might appear, especially staying far away from the location of the Clock Tower Church, finally arriving at the abandoned factory building that was never completed.

Tara had already scouted the vicinity for several days under Ciel’s command. No children would come here to explore or play, and normally no one would come in... Unfortunately, this factory building had no basement, still not hidden enough for Ciel.

However, her simulated self had already worked here twice. This place was still fine—it was on the city edge, remote enough.

Ciel knew Avena would arrive at 3:30, but still set the appointment for 5:00.

If the appointment was set for 3:30, Avena might arrive at 2:00 or even earlier, which might lead to witnessing some unpleasant scenes.

Ciel dragged the corpse into a dark corner of the factory, sat on the ground leaning against the factory wall, watching the time flow continuously, quietly waiting for time to pass.

Reality cannot be skipped. Even knowing the entire process, Ciel could only wait for the specific time point to arrive.

What she could do was ensure she utilized all information obtained from the future or past, completing the process at the fastest speed possible.

Playing multiple rounds is indeed boring...

Ciel’s heartbeat began to accelerate, pounding, but she still made a small joke in her heart to alleviate her current nervousness.

Whether all this can end depends on today...

At this moment, Ciel was no longer thinking about the subsequent process in her mind. Instead, she emptied her brain, trying her best to alleviate her inner tension.

Actually, she didn’t need to be so nervous. Logically speaking, her rest time was more ample than her simulated self’s; her spirit should definitely be in a better state than her simulated self’s.

The sun rose bit by bit, shining through the damaged roof of the factory, illuminating a small half of the area, but couldn’t dispel the darkness in the depths of the factory.

Soon, clouds gathered, obscuring the sun’s brilliance. The entire sky began to turn gloomy, seeming ready to rain at any moment.

But the rain never fell.

7... 8... 9...

13... 14... 15...

The moment the pointer pointed to 3 PM, a silver light flickered in the darkness deep within the factory.

A few minutes later, a swaying, tall figure wearing luxurious golden clothes, her face flushed unnaturally red, walked out from the darkness, stood in the sunlight, looked up, towards the sky.

“**.”

Under Ciel’s control, the corpse faced the sky, slowly opened its mouth, uttering an ancient and unfamiliar name.

Slade.