The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 202 - "Uniqueness" That Affects Reality (3/5)

Holy Year 741, July 17th, 12:15:05.

Vitalis Palace, Royal Luncheon. Several prominent figures were sitting at the dining table, listening to the Queen, who was seated at the head of the table.

This was a luncheon report. At certain fixed times each week, the Queen would call her most capable officials to Vitalis Palace for lunch.

This was an informal occasion. The reporting and language were not as elaborate. This was also a routine procedure.

“Regarding the explosion at the Royal Medical Association this time, in my judgment, it was likely a conspiracy orchestrated by the Orlando Republican Army. The mastermind behind it may be related to the mysterious Society of Merriment.”

Forte, who was sitting in the third position on the Queen’s left side, held a teacup in his left hand. After elegantly taking a sip of tea, he held up his wine glass and continued, “I suggest we begin the investigation by focusing on the Orlando Republican Army.”

“Mm...”

Queen Vitalis, who was sitting at the head of the table, slowly put down her knife and fork. She glanced to her right and said, “My Lord, what do you think?”

Charles, who was forking meat into his mouth, stopped his action. He glanced at Forte without leaving any trace, then turned to look at Queen Vitalis.

“Your Majesty the Queen, I agree with Your Excellency Forte’s suggestion. The investigation should begin with the Orlando Republican Army.”

Charles slowly said, “Let’s start by investigating the nobles who have connections with Orlando...”

Clang—

The teacup fell onto the plate. A crisp shattering sound rang out, attracting the attention of the few people present to Forte.

Forte at this moment was staring blankly at his left index finger, which was weathering and dissipating—the handle of the teacup fell onto the plate precisely when he lost his finger, chipping the edge of the antique plate.

Not only his finger, but the flesh on his face was also weathering and falling off bit by bit, as if it had gone through countless ages.

A familiar dull pain in his brain came over him. He instinctively stood up and raised his right hand to cover his left cheek.

“Ap... apologies, Your Majesty. My body is a little unwell today...”

Forte spoke, not even looking in the direction of the Queen. Without waiting for the Queen’s response, he quickly left his seat, pushed open the dining room door, and quickly walked outside.

What’s happening?

“To Windsor Palace.” frёewebηovel.cѳm

He got into the carriage and quickly issued a command. The carriage quickly took him to Windsor Palace.

After entering Windsor Palace, he went directly towards the washroom, ignoring the greetings of the maids. He opened the washroom door, closed it immediately, and looked at the oval mirror above the sink.

“Major incident... protect Windsor... Keyman? Society of Merriment? Church of the Savior Goddess... Divine Advent Church reunification...”

He turned around, opened the secret door, and went directly downstairs along the secret passage. He opened the notebook on the table in the center of the secret room and took out the black box nested in the pages.

He casually cut off a piece of flesh that had just been stitched on and threw it into the box. As the black box slowly opened, Forte saw what was inside.

Nothing... was inside.

The watch chain had been activated.

But what was the time limit? Why hadn’t his future self given him any hints?

This time, it should be the third cycle... Two different areas of flesh and blood had disappeared.

Society of Merriment... Are they not going to continue with the ritual in the North? Are they turning against me at this point in time?

Forte’s face was ashen. He lowered his head and pondered in the dim underground secret room, rapidly thinking of all possibilities.

First... he had to find that “Subverter” known as Keyman.

Find them, and everything would be resolved easily.

...

The silver light before Ciel’s eyes gradually dissipated. Her vision and senses returned.

“Ugh...”

Ciel supported herself on the table, feeling the world spinning in her mind. She couldn’t stop dry heaving. Her brain and stomach were churning. Everything before her eyes was blurry, as if seen through double vision.

At this moment, she was sitting in a hotel room. Before her, besides the hotel’s set lunch, there was also an illusory system panel.

【Reality】

【Holy Year 741, July 17th, 12:15】

【Evaluation: 100 points allow you to play twice! Giving you 100 points for this simulation was truly a huge loss!】

【After the host’s tireless and painstaking census, a huge population disparity between the East and West Districts was discovered. The population density of the East District is actually nearly four times that of the West District. However... not all of them were killed. It seems it’s not easy to count...】

【However, considering this is the host’s first contact with a Tier 4, and the total census also exceeded one million, this time’s reward will be a little richer for you】

【Also, the host’s actions after sensing the new “Uniqueness” made the system feel relieved. Go, contain that “Uniqueness” that should belong to you!】

【Take it. This is what you deserve based on your performance.】

【Rewards: Fate Points × 248, 【Calm Mind Lv.4】, 【Acuity Lv.2】, 【Nemesis Lv.3】, 【Charm Lv.4】, 【Dexterity Lv.3】, 【”Mastermind Sage”‘s Toy Box】】

【Fate Points: 508】

Ciel slowly breathed, recovering her composure.

Ciel didn’t rush to look at the numerous system rewards. At this moment, she was only focused on one thing.

“System, will the ‘Uniqueness’ power affect reality?” Ciel quickly asked.

The system in the simulation had no other purpose besides showing the time. Even if she asked questions, it just acted like a brick. It wouldn’t give any answers no matter what she asked.

However, in reality, when Ciel asked questions, the system would usually give some answers, even if some answers were completely irrelevant to the question.

【Of course, Host ^^】

This reply made Ciel’s heart secretly jump... But actually, she had already considered this possibility.

“So in 5 hours, 59 minutes, and 43 seconds, time will rewind?” Ciel frowned tightly and quickly asked again.

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