The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 98 - Future Days Simulation and the Death Train (1/4)

The Future Days simulation, due to the advancement of the displayed time and the adjustment of the simulation time itself, also moved two days closer to her, resulting in a total reduction of four days, Day 100 became Day 96...

It seemed now that September 29th was not a randomly simulated date by the system.

It was highly likely the fated death deduced for her by the system.

And now, due to some decision she made, the fated death had directly advanced.

Ciel didn’t follow the maid who had returned to her post to find Avena, but went directly to the deserted study on the second floor, sat down on the study sofa, and thought quietly.

“System, the Future Days simulation moved two days closer to me. Is that a new fated death?” Ciel asked the system inwardly.

Soon, she received the system’s obviously perfunctory reply.

【Oh my, who knows? Maybe you remembered wrong? Why not wait a bit longer? Originally, you had to wait 98 days to know the result, now you only need to wait 96 days】

【Maybe if you’re lucky, in a few days you’ll only be able to simulate within 30 days, then you can simulate cheaply for 10 Fate Points, isn’t that great? ^^_】

Ciel paid no mind to the system’s obvious teasing words.

Whether it was a fated death or not, Ciel had to spend 100 Fate Points to see what the situation was 96 days later.

To see exactly what she did that caused a fated death, that caused the fated death to advance.

But 100 Fate Points was too much for Ciel; she only had 161 Fate Points now.

If she simulated this time, she would only have 61 points left.

These Fate Points couldn’t be saved. Not simulating now when a problem clearly arose—was she supposed to take this pile of Fate Points to her coffin?

Besides, Ciel now had a relatively stable method to earn over 20 Fate Points. As long as she diligently drank potions and killed Kitty, the points could always be earned back.

However, these hundred points couldn’t be spent carelessly either. A detailed plan and thorough preparation were necessary.

At the very least, if it was a fated death, the detailed cause of death had to be investigated.

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Ciel stood up and walked out of the study.

Her canvas bag was still in Avena’s room. She had to retrieve it and write down a detailed plan in her notebook.

The maid from before waited dutifully outside the study door. Ciel declined her offer to lead the way, walked up to the third floor herself, and headed towards Avena’s room.

These days, Ciel no longer got lost in this large estate as she did initially. At least, she knew how to get to Avena’s room, her own guest room, the kitchen, the study, and the reception room.

Ciel stopped at Avena’s door, raised her hand, and knocked. Avena happened to be inside, and the door was quickly opened by Nia.

Avena seemed to be sitting at her dressing table, writing something with her head down. Hearing the commotion behind her, she asked directly without looking up:

“You’re back?”

“Dinner won’t be ready so soon. If Amy arrives, you can entertain her first.”

Only when Ciel knocked would Nia open the door directly without announcement. Coupled with the maid’s earlier report, Avena knew it was Ciel without turning around.

“Sorry, I might need to prepare some things too.” After entering, Ciel saw her canvas bag on the small glass round table in front of the sofa. She walked straight over, opened the bag to glance inside, then picked it up directly. “That guest room from before, I need to borrow it, Avena.”

“Feel free.” Avena turned her head towards Ciel but only saw Ciel’s back quickly exiting the room.

Avena looked at Nia closing the door. Nia also looked at Avena. They stared at each other.

“What’s wrong with Ciel?” Avena asked with some confusion.

“I don’t know, milady.” Nia shook her head and said, “She took her bag and left.”

“Uh...” Avena put down her silver, gold-rimmed dip pen, a slight sense of unease in her heart.

She was already writing a letter to the Deton Group demanding compensation. After all, encountering such an “accident” and having her purchased items left behind, claiming compensation was the normal course of action.

What happened with Ciel now? Wasn’t everything resolved?

Could it be there were still experts involved?

Now, Avena had no mood to write letters either. She hastily finished the last few paragraphs and stopped.

After affixing a stamp to the envelope, sealing it with her personal seal and a wax seal, Avena stood up and began pacing in the room.

“What do you think it could be, Nia?” Avena couldn’t help but ask.

“I don’t know,” Nia shook her head, then guessed conservatively, “Something related to evil gods? Cultists summoning an evil god... something like that?”

Avena was about to say it was impossible, but recalling the encounter at Deton Manor at noon, she fell silent again.

If someone else said this, she could dismiss it as a joke.

But if these things happened to Ciel, it seemed quite plausible.

She was very curious, wanting to ask Ciel directly, but worried that going to Ciel now would disturb her. She could only struggle internally in her room, reviewing recent events to see where a problem might have arisen.

After a while, Avena finally gave up thinking, simply called the butler, and instructed the staff cleaning the rooms not to disturb Ciel for the time being.