The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 95 - What? I Became the Mother Goddess, You Became the Saintess? (3/4)

“Okay, I understand.” Amy nodded, then after a moment, asked hesitantly, “Ciel, you know what these are, right? The thing on my back, is it really a ghost curse... or a spirit?”

Amy’s imagination was quite rich.

But this was normal. Since decades ago, mysticism and spiritualism had become popular in Ansu. Although unrelated to transcendent paths, they were very popular among ordinary people, especially the middle and upper classes.

The afterlife, mediums, ghosts, séances... various rumors and scams, even dedicated organizations holding regular séances or mediumship sessions, mostly consisting of occult enthusiasts.

Influenced by these, many novels about ghosts, spirits, and monsters also sold well, some becoming widely spread urban legends... like the Headless Horseman.

So, it was perfectly normal for Amy to have these imaginations.

“It’s not a ghost or spirit curse or anything.” Ciel searched her mind for appropriate vocabulary, then said, “It’s more like some kind of amulet... similar to a four-leaf clover, meant to protect you. So you don’t need to worry too much, it’s just imprinted on you.”

When Ciel first arrived in this world, she had also searched everywhere for information about transcendent abilities, visiting various churches and large and small medium circles. After discovering they were scams, she stopped going.

However, this experience gave her considerable knowledge about these matters, making her quite adept at bluffing.

“Amulet?” Amy was also a bit confused.

But thinking carefully, when those two robbers rushed at her earlier, they indeed didn’t even touch her before turning into chunks of meat... And she herself was completely unharmed.

When she was about to be hit by the chandelier earlier, something also saved her...

If it was an “amulet,” then these things made sense.

But there was one more thing Amy couldn’t figure out.

How did this amulet get onto her body?

Sudden awakening?

Did her ancestors have some heroic spirit?

And...

When Ciel talked about these things, there was absolutely no fluctuation in her emotions. When she was panicking initially, Ciel just comforted her gently. This gave Amy a strong sense of security.

She felt asking Ciel to look into this matter was absolutely the right decision.

If she had asked other friends, some exorcist would probably have been invited over to “exorcise” her within two days.

“So what should I do now, Ciel?” Amy subconsciously moved closer to Ciel, feeling that staying near the composed Ciel made her feel very secure.

“I happened to bring two friends over for you to meet,” Ciel looked at Amy and said, “They are experts in this field and can check if there’s anything wrong with your body or spirit.”

Friends?

Amy stopped, asking curiously, “Is it that Lady Roswell?”

“Yes.” Ciel nodded.

“I’m her assistant now.”

“Assistant?”

“She’s... Her side job is actually being a doctor.” Ciel recalled Avena’s performance at the clinic, suppressed a smile, and said, “Specializing in psychology.”

“Okay... They’ve been waiting downstairs for a while too. Let’s go down and find them.” Amy nodded.

She had carefully observed Ciel’s expression earlier. When mentioning Avena, Ciel seemed to think of something amusing, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards slightly.

It didn’t look like she was kidnapped or coerced... Amy’s previous worries were thus relieved.

Coincidentally, she also wanted to interact more with Ciel’s friends, get closer to the people around Ciel, which would help Amy understand Ciel more deeply.

After tidying her clothes and putting on her shoes, Amy led Ciel downstairs to the reception room.

Inside the reception room, besides Avena, Adele, and Nia, there was also a well-maintained lady.

She was smiling and talking to Avena. Avena wore a formulaic smile, occasionally nodding in agreement. After all, she was Ciel’s friend’s mother; she would naturally give face.

Adele, on the other hand, was stuffing her face with cake, apparently still hungry from earlier at Ciel’s place.

“Amy, what took you so long? The guests have been waiting,” Mrs. Hastings teased with a smile, then stood up. “You girls have fun, I won’t disturb you.”

As Mrs. Hastings passed Amy, Amy tugged at her mother’s sleeve and asked softly, “Is Father awake?”

“He’s awake, just a little dizzy, still resting.” Mrs. Hastings patted her hand reassuringly, then smiled at the group and left the reception room, heading upstairs.

Ciel casually found a seat at the table. Since Amy wasn’t very familiar with the others, she sat down beside Ciel.

Avena hadn’t gotten a clear look from afar earlier. This time, she briefly sized up Amy, realized she was an ordinary person, and lost much interest, merely nodding a greeting.

Ordinary people almost always meant no exciting, dramatic stories. No stories naturally couldn’t pique Avena’s interest.

People like Ciel, who brought “show effects” wherever she went, were truly hard to find.