Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

There was nothing that could be used immediately after redemption, so Charles closed the mall interface and opened the simulation.

"Tomorrow." Charles muttered to himself.

This time, Ciel did not enter the simulation directly.

A new interface appeared in front of Charles.

Please select a character.

"No.x: Ciel (Pure Mode)"

"No.1: Unnamed"

"No. 2: None"

"No. 3: None"

Can you still name it?

Charles' mind moved slightly, and the unnamed person in front of him began to gradually change.

"No. 1: Ciel Avenger"

With both fire and shadow, Ciel wanted to just name herself Naruto, but in order to better distinguish her abilities in different save files, she changed it to a more normal name.

Selecting save file No. 1, a white light engulfed her.

...

"Today"

「圣741年6月19日6:25」

"Countdown - 23:59:59"

"Crash..."

Open your eyes.

What comes into view is a familiar room, and outside the window is the familiar sound of rain.

But what was unfamiliar was that Charles could feel the burning pain all over his body, and the irritability and anger in his heart that began to grow because of this pain.

Fortunately, with the blessing of [Calm Thinking Lv.1], Ciel was not overwhelmed by this emotion. She raised her hand, and the sleeve in her hand slipped off, revealing the bandage inside.

The burns haven't healed yet...but there's a cool feeling inside the bandages. I guess the medicine Julis used is gradually taking effect.

Another difference between me and my real self is that there is an extra piece of chaotic and inexpressible knowledge in my mind.

She sat on the edge of the bed and looked forward.

Charles' shadow swayed with the candlelight, and then a dark figure emerged from the shadows as if crawling out of a quagmire.

It was completely another Ciel, only black in color. Its eyeballs had no pupils, only a pure white glow, and wisps of white mist escaped from its eye sockets.

Not only that, there was a lighter layer of gray burning on the edge of its body, which made its shape flicker, and it looked like a scary ghost in a horror movie.

If a dark shadow suddenly flashes in front of your face, it would probably scare many people to death.

This was the first time Ciel felt the feeling of using extraordinary abilities. Under her control, the replica-like black shadow was as easy as a finger. At the same time, she also felt that her abilities were more than that...

Before that, she had to quickly check what message was left in the notes.

She opened the notebook beside the bed. There were indeed some scattered records on it, but they were very few. Most of them were investigations into things she had never experienced.

For example, after Thomas was not killed in the tavern that night, where did he go, where did Solari go, and what were the movements of the ruffian Eian?

She found out the addresses of Thomas and Solari. As for the ruffian Eian, he had been completely brainwashed by Thomas and only obeyed his orders.

As for wanting to plan?

She only left this sentence.

[Let me kill it first and see the subsequent reaction, then let me think about it. I can’t think of it even if I try hard^_^]

The same smiley face was used here, and Charles started to quarrel with himself.

Seeing this, Charles suddenly smiled with relief.

It's indeed my style.

Putting away the notebook, Ciel looked at the time.

6:28, three minutes left before his original "death date".

Kill it first and see what happens next...

Ciel stood up and raised her hand to touch the mask on her face, but when the mask was half taken off, she put it back on.

If this was done by a "superhuman", no one would think that it was done by an "ordinary person", right?

She was wearing the robes of the Church of the Savior, so no one would associate all this with Ciel - she was not a believer at all now.

"I'm sorry, goddess."

Ciel put his mask back on.

"I'll give you the two pence back when we get back to reality."

Chapter 19 Unnatural Death

click -

Charles opened the door and walked down the creaky, rotten wooden stairs.

dong dong dong-

The wooden door downstairs was knocked loudly, and the old doll hanging behind the door was shaken to the ground.

There were knocks on the door that seemed to tear it down, and rude insults.

Charles walked slowly to the door, and the shadow took the doll from the ground and handed it to her.

Ciel's brow furrowed slightly beneath his mask.

The shrill voice outside the door was obviously that of the ruffian Aian.

But I couldn't kill him at the door.

Because this time, in addition to killing people, the most important thing is to see how all parties react after the killing, including but not limited to the police station and the Savior Goddess Church.

It is still very important to cover up your tracks a little.

The shadow, like a thin sheet, emerged from the crack of the door and suddenly grabbed Aian's throat.

In the dim kerosene lamp, next to Aian's elongated shadow, a burning black silhouette of Charles appeared.

The silhouette raised his hand, and a black flame like a long whip wrapped around Eian's shadow. Then Charles' silhouette grabbed Eian's shadow in his hand and dragged it out little by little.

"Uh......"

Aian, who was outside the door, felt his throat tighten and he couldn't make any sound at all. Breathing became more and more difficult.

He waved his hands around, but couldn't touch anything at all. He could only be dragged forward little by little like a dog being walked.

To outsiders, he looked like he was drunk, staggering towards the alley across the street.

Inside Charles's house, she counted her steps silently in her mind, and soon she began to feel that her control over her shadow was becoming increasingly vague.

About 24 meters...Beyond this distance, it will be difficult to control the shadow.

Ciel memorized the distance.

Ciel couldn't share her shadow's vision, but the fully enclosed mask she was wearing allowed her to see outside. She wasn't quite sure how this worked.

Maybe some kind of supernatural power was exerted on him.

Almost a minute later, Charles opened the door and walked towards the alley in front of him under the cover of the rainy night.

...

"Fuck, Aian, why are you back?"

The thin man in the newsboy cap was startled when he saw Aian staggering towards him, and then said:

"Don't you like that girl? She's home alone today. The boss said he would help you with the aftermath. You..."

Before the man could finish his words, Aion, who was deprived of oxygen, collapsed to his knees on the ground.

"Aian...Aian! Damn it, damn it!" The man started to get anxious when he saw that Aian looked like he was about to die.

He knew how long the boss had been preparing for this matter. If he failed at this critical juncture, he would definitely be killed!

If it really doesn't work, he will just carry Aian in and force the girl to kill Aian!

"Damn it, you coward, if you don't want to go, I'll just send you in."

The man reached out and shoved Aian in the chest, trying to push him out of the alley.

But as soon as he pushed hard, it didn't feel like he was pushing an adult.

Instead, it looks like a bag of goods.

Aian's legs began to shake as he pushed them, and his whole body swayed back and forth like a pendulum, only his head was facing him, motionless.

The man's hand froze on the spot. He looked stiffly at Aian's feet, but saw that Aian was standing on tiptoe, with his toes not touching the ground at all.

He trembled and looked up little by little. In the dim light of the street outside, he saw Aian with his head down, his eyeballs bulging, his tongue sticking out, and saliva and tears dripping down bit by bit.

Looking up again...

No......

Nothing...

Aian was hanged in mid-air in front of him, shaking gently, looking at him with his eyes wide open.

A shivering chill rose from his spine, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell down his forehead.

He had never felt like this before, imagining that he had never been here.

Click, click...

The sound of boots stepping on mud and water gradually became louder, as if someone was walking towards this side from the alley.

"Who...who! If you don't want to die, get out!"

Perhaps to give himself courage, he roared towards the alley entrance, and this roar did indeed alleviate his fear a lot.

Yes, I must have seen it wrong. Someone must have hanged Aion here with a string - a very thin string - to scare me!

"who is it!"

He leaned sideways and saw the man walking towards him at the entrance of the alley.

The thin body was hidden under the black robe, and the height was estimated to be about 1.58 meters. The rain slid down the pale mask on the visitor's face, and the emblem pinned on the gorgeous robe still sparkled in the rainy night.

church?!

No, it's not...

This is Shire!!!

He followed Charles for almost three months, watching her back and body every day. To be frank, he could tell if that person was Charles even if it was just a shadow!

But why? Why was she wearing church clothes?!

He watched the girl slowly raise her hand, revealing the bandages wrapped around it. With a snap of her fingers, Aian's body fell to the ground like a rag, splashing water.

"Uh......"

Before he could say anything, he began to feel his throat tightening. He raised his hands to tear away the things that were tied around his neck, but found that he felt nothing.

And his legs were still leaving the ground little by little.

"I'll only ask once: where are Solari and Thomas, and when will they arrive?" Ciel's muffled voice came from behind the mask. "You only have one chance to answer."

thump--

The strength in his neck disappeared instantly, and he fell to the ground, lying on the ground retching and coughing.

After recovering a bit, he looked at the tragically dead Eian in front of him, quickly straightened up from his knees, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't, don't kill me, the boss and the others will be here soon, they are clearing the area now, and the police have been sent away, 3... at least 2 minutes!"

The masked girl in front of him rested her bandaged right hand on her chin, looking down as if she was thinking about something.

Patapapapapap——