The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 125 - Mine… (4/5)

Besides Avena and the landlord, no one else should know she was here.

This was knocking she hadn’t encountered even in simulations.

If the visitor meant harm, with Ciel’s current residual mental energy, even transforming into “Judicator” Ciel, she wouldn’t be able to exert half her strength.

Bullying a first-tier transcendent might work. If a second-tier came, Ciel would be the one falling.

Ciel moved back onto the bed, wanting to observe the doorway through the window using the streetlight’s illumination.

Ciel carefully pulled the window open a crack, looking down from the windowsill.

That’s...

Maids?

Two maids pushed a food cart, stopped at Ciel’s door. Three carriages parked around them, slightly blocking others’ view.

After finding no one opened the door, the maids left the food cart at the door. The adjacent carriages also slowly drove away, as if nothing had happened.

And the two women wearing plain maid uniforms also returned to the house opposite Ciel’s.

Those were Avena’s maids.

Ciel closed the curtains, lay on the bed, and took a breath.

It seems she hadn’t gone out for too long, triggering a “special event.”

Previously, after entering simulations, she would basically go out and move around. This time, due to the simulation plus fainting for too long without getting up, it led to the maids delivering food.

This was likely Avena’s instruction.

The pale-faced Ciel supported herself against the wall, walked down to the living room, opened the door, pulled the food cart directly inside, then closed the wooden door.

The plates on the food cart were all covered with ordinary wooden lids, keeping the appearance as low-key as possible.

And at the bottom of one of the trays, a piece of paper was pressed underneath.

Ciel took out the paper and glanced at it. This was left by the maids.

【Miss Ciel:】 freёwebnoѵel.com

【These meals were ordered by the Young Mistress. She said you often stay cooped up in your room and rarely eat, asking us to deliver meals if we see you haven’t come out for a day. If you don’t need this service, you can push the food cart back to the door and write “not needed” on the note】

【Maid】

Indeed, Avena’s instruction.

Ciel didn’t move the items to the dining table, avoiding spills.

She just pushed the food cart next to the sofa, sat on the sofa, and ate directly from the cart.

After finishing the food, Ciel finally felt her body recover slightly.

This feeling of fullness also made Ciel’s spirit feel better.

She took out the dip pen she carried, wrote “not needed” on the note, pressed it back under the tray, then pushed the cart to the door and closed the door again.

After a short while, she heard the sound of wheels turning. The food cart had been pushed away.

Ciel might take some major actions later. If ordinary people got involved, Ciel couldn’t necessarily guarantee their safety. Most importantly, let them stay away from her.

Watching from afar, helping relay messages to Avena was fine, but such close contact was best avoided.

Ciel slowly walked back to her room, took a set of clean, simple clothes from the wardrobe. This was the dress Ciel wore before.

Taking the clothes to the bathroom, the bathroom in this rented house was more cramped, but separated from the washroom, considered standard for the Gem District.

Much better than Clock Tower Alley. Most houses in Clock Tower Alley didn’t even have washrooms, only able to use outdoor public washrooms and public bathrooms.

Due to not boiling water beforehand, Ciel could only use cold tap water to simply clean her hair and body, washing up.

By the time she finished drying her hair and came out of the bathroom, the coldness in her body gradually faded, and Ciel felt warm again.

Feeling the soothing sensation in her body, Ciel lightly tapped the desk before her with the pen in her hand, opened an Old Ansu dictionary, memorized words while continuing her previous thoughts.

How to lure out “Fate Renegade’s Touch” without killing Lucy and Oppold, without offending the organizations behind them.

At this moment, it must be hovering in mid-air, observing its targets.

Without high spiritual perception, one couldn’t see its raven shadow form.

But it could see me.

Must start from the point “it can see me.”

During the second simulation, she mailed letters to Lucy and Oppold. The contents of the letters were detected by “Fate Renegade’s Touch.”

Last simulation, the third one, her simulated self left a large amount of information in Chinese. “Fate Renegade’s Touch” didn’t notice anything.

For incomprehensible Chinese, even if it couldn’t understand, it wouldn’t interfere, allowing Ciel to communicate with herself in code.

Now, she herself mastered a certain amount of Old Ansu vocabulary. Memorizing more words could support Ciel in directly writing what she wanted.

The raven phantom could understand these Old Ansu words. She could start with text.

What could force it out, or lure it out?

Could start from its memories?

Ciel began recalling the dream in the purple mist space.

At least from the dreams she contacted, from the blue light sphere to the orange light sphere, spanning decades or hundreds of years, the sealed artifact “Fate Renegade’s Touch” was in the hands of its creator, that young woman.

Previously, the raven shadow also mentioned the word “Nature.” Clearly, it still retained memories of that period.

Ciel picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began drawing several geometric objects on the blank paper before her.

Ciel couldn’t draw. She just used these abstract geometric shapes to aid her memory, like where the eyes were, roughly where the nose was, roughly where the mouth was.

Just like that, an abstract human face gradually formed before Ciel’s eyes.

The face in Ciel’s mind gradually overlapped with the abstract geometric shapes before her, deepening the impression considerably.

Possible...

And the clothes...

Similarly, using geometric shapes, Ciel sketched the rough style of that long robe—it was red with gold trim, very luxurious, a noble robe with a strong sense of aggression.

Ciel couldn’t remember every detail, but she knew the approximate color scheme of areas, and the specific styles of several larger, more iconic emblems.

After expressing these things with triangles, squares, and circles, she stood up slightly, took a few steps back, and looked at her work.

Possible... at least 90% similar.

Ciel’s plan was very simple.