The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 126 - Irreversible Mental Damage (1/2)

To implement her luring plan, she needed the assistance of at least one “Psychologist.”

However, Ciel didn’t know any trustworthy “Psychologist”—or rather, she hardly knew any transcendents at all.

The only one relatively close and trustworthy was Avena, a first-tier “Listener.”

But judging from previous simulations, Avena seemed stuck at the first tier for unknown reasons.

Even Adele had completed her Reconstitution Ritual and successfully advanced to the second-tier “Plague Doctor.” Avena in the simulation felt quite frustrated because of this.

What method could be used to help Avena complete her Reconstitution Ritual?

For this, Ciel had to understand clearly what the perfect Reconstitution Ritual for the second-tier “Psychologist” was. Only then could she better help Avena formulate an advancement plan.

Currently, Ciel should be the one among these few people who had completed the most Reconstitution Rituals and consumed the most potions. She had some experience digesting various different potions.

The best and fastest way was probably for Ciel herself to digest it once in the simulation, then bring the successful experience to Avena, letting her follow the reconstitution path Ciel walked in the simulation in reality.

Ciel sat at the desk, took out a piece of letter paper, and began writing on it with a pen.

Soon, a letter was written by Ciel.

The content of the letter was roughly some greetings to Avena, as well as inquiries about the potions and Reconstitution Rituals for “Listener” and “Psychologist,” and Avena’s own difficulties encountered with the Reconstitution Ritual and advancement.

Ciel’s spirit hadn’t fully recovered yet. It was a good time to communicate with Avena via letter.

After doing all this, Ciel also took a bottle of potion—the “Coroner” potion.

This was one of the five potion bottles Ciel previously purchased at Deton Manor. Now that Ciel had completed saving the “Coroner” file, this potion bottle naturally had no use. It was just right to entrust Avena to help sell it for some cash.

After all, she couldn’t always keep spending Avena’s money... Although Ciel in the simulation would choose to borrow money from Avena whenever she encountered anything, as this was the fastest way to get money besides predicting the future to bet on horse races.

Ciel put the written letter and the potion into her canvas bag, rolled the canvas bag into a bundle, and secured it with a few paper clips.

It wasn’t that she wanted to package it so crudely, but these were the only tools at hand.

Ciel stood up holding the items.

Her body and spirit had recovered slightly now, at least not to the point where even walking was a problem.

She went downstairs, opened the door, handed the items to the maid across the street, asking them to deliver them back to Avena’s manor as quickly as possible.

Basically, by the time Ciel crossed the street back to the door of her rented house, the maids had already boarded the prepared carriage and were rushing towards Avena’s manor at full speed.

Just as Ciel fumbled in the dark to open the door with her key again, preparing to rest for a while and wait for Avena’s reply, right after opening the door, two illusory hands lifted up before her eyes.

This was Ciel’s “Precognitive Sight.”

Although this ability sometimes caused problems even with cooking in the early stages, she was now used to having a phantom acting one step ahead of her.

Why did I raise my hands?

Ciel was stunned for a moment, then raised her hands in advance. Immediately after, she felt a sharp, metal-like object pressed against her back.

“Hands up... Don’t turn around, get inside.” A hoarse voice sounded from behind Ciel. Hearing the voice, she frowned slightly.

What is this?

Burglary?

Was it because I touched the potion bottle just now? Then encountered an everyday, painless misfortune?

These minor disasters clinging to her, although not substantially dangerous, did indeed slightly disrupt Ciel’s original rhythm.

Before Ciel could take two steps forward to pull out “Deadly Blood Roland,” a muffled groan came from behind.

“Ugh hmm!!”

Ciel turned around to look.

A middle-aged woman wearing a simple maid’s uniform held a dinner knife, currently pressed against the neck of a masked person wearing a black cloak.

The masked person held a dagger, unable to speak with the dinner knife against their neck. Drops of blood dripped down from the hem of the masked person’s clothes at the waist; apparently, the maid had already stabbed them once.

This was the other maid Ciel recognized, also living across the street, sent by Avena.

It seemed these maids were also professionally trained, considered outstanding among ordinary people.

“Sorry, Miss Ciel, I’ll dispose of her immediately.” The maid showed a hint of apology towards Ciel, seemingly blaming herself for incompetence.

“Wait a moment.” Ciel raised her hand, stopping the maid’s action.

She reached out and tore off the masked person’s mask, and the maid, understanding Ciel’s intention, helped Ciel pull down her hood.

Blue eyes, blonde hair... Although ordinary-looking, the height fits... just the face needs changing, cheekbones too high, nose too flat...

After carefully scanning the woman, Ciel waved her hand and said, “Lock her up in prison, heal her.”

“Miss Ciel, you don’t need to be so generous to these dregs.” Upon hearing Ciel’s words, the maid took a slight breath and reminded her.

“Your kindness will only invite more trouble.”

Good people are bullied, especially in this era where laws and systems are incomplete. Kindness won’t bring commendation, only attract more bloodsucking leeches.

In the maid’s eyes, Ciel seemed like a naive young girl. Even though she was almost robbed just now, after the opponent was subdued, instead of thinking about sinking them in the river, she actually thought about healing her and putting her in prison.

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In the maid’s eyes, the beautiful red-haired young girl lowered her head slightly, seemed to be thinking about something, then looked up at her, showed a faint smile, and said:

“It’s fine, just do as I say. Thank you for your trouble. I will personally visit her in prison after some time.”

After speaking, the young girl closed the wooden door, leaving the stunned maid behind.

Alright, now the chance to secretly dispose of this scum is gone too.

The maid dragged the woman by the back of her collar and said mockingly, “Consider yourself lucky, running into the ‘Saintess’ of the Church of the Savior Goddess.”

And the robber, who thought she was certain to die just now, her heart beating violently, finally calmed down her heartbeat gradually.

She had always thought the frail young girl lived alone... Unexpectedly, there was a hidden maid protecting her... Could she be the daughter of some merchant or noble? Experiencing life?

Anyway, in a few weeks, she would be released from prison. Then she would gather her accomplices, bring guns, and definitely rob a large sum... As for the young girl, whether used as a hostage or sold, she could gain a considerable reward.

Enough for her to make this score and never worry about money again.

Unfortunately.

Both the maid and the female robber misjudged Ciel.

Or rather, with their perception, they couldn’t possibly guess how extreme and crazy the thoughts in Ciel’s mind were...