Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Most of the money Lizzie earned - including compensation for reagent burns - was used to support Charles's schooling. During the three years of schooling, Charles lived up to Lizzie's expectations, his grades became more and more outstanding, and he was on the verge of a bright future.

She hopes that Charles can continue his studies and become a lawyer or doctor in the future, completely drawing a line between himself and his current life. This has always been Lizzie's wish.

But Charles obviously didn't plan it that way.

She had no plans to take the entrance examination, nor did she plan to ask for letters of recommendation. As a person with clear plans, Charles did not think that furthering her studies was a path she could take.

The tuition and miscellaneous fees for one year at Ansu University College add up to nearly 140 Soviet pounds.

Even if my sister Lizzie worked hard, she could only earn about fifty Soviet pounds a year without eating or drinking.

Not to mention the huge cost of living in the capital city of Ansu, going to college is definitely an unbearable burden for them.

In addition to money, there are all kinds of dangers, both overt and covert, and malicious eyes staring at them in this poor neighborhood, such as the ruffian Eian who had pestered Charles for some reason half a year ago.

What can change her life and class the most now is not to go to college and spend four or five years studying law, but to go directly to college after graduation to apply for a letter of recommendation from the Burren City Police Department and leave this poor and dangerous neighborhood first.

As an outstanding graduate of the private college of Burren, she didn't even need to take an exam. All she needed was a letter of recommendation to successfully join the Police Inspectorate, get a clerical job, move out of this neighborhood, and then slowly find ways to make her life better.

With this police skin, those thugs will not be able to target them anymore. Then they can save enough money for college tuition in the new environment, take the exams after saving enough, and continue to climb up, step by step.

"Feel sorry."

A hoarse voice interrupted Ciel's thoughts. She raised her head and met Lizzie's gaze.

"I want to do better, work harder...but I don't know how."

There was a hint of regret in Lizzie's words. Working almost fourteen hours a day made her exhausted, but her scarred hands still seemed a little powerless in the face of the real difficulties that were looming.

Looking at Lizzie blaming herself in front of him, Charles felt heavy in his heart.

Didn't Charles blame himself?

She had been in this world for three years and had made many attempts...but time travel was not a novel, and she did not have the "essential" knowledge that time travelers needed.

She didn't understand the structure of guns, nor did she know the opera verses popular here. As a law student, she didn't understand any physical laws or inventions. She could only rely on her test-taking talent developed through exam-oriented education to continue working hard on solving problems in this world.

The chaotic public security here is much worse than in the previous life, and law students cannot cast spells, so the knowledge from the previous life is completely useless here.

It's not like Ciel hasn't tried to find some superpowers or magic before. For this purpose, she has even visited many different magic societies and telepathy or psychic associations, and even attended their demonstrations.

But there is no doubt that those are just deceptive magic tricks, fake at first glance.

There are many different churches, big and small, in this world, but the churches she has visited seem to be just ordinary religions. The deeper levels are completely beyond the reach of her class.

She seemed to have really traveled to an ordinary alien world without any extraordinary existence, and it was a difficult start.

No wonder the predecessor committed suicide. This kind of pressure is not something that ordinary people can bear.

"I am leaving."

Dinner ended in silence. After Lizzie finished her meal and told Charles to lock the doors and windows, she went to work her night shift. One o'clock in the morning was the real time to get off work.

At this moment, Lizzie and Ciel each have their own concerns and are thinking about ways to prepare for the future.

In the living room, only Charles was left sitting on the sofa, looking at the cold fireplace in front of him, stroking the ancient silver pocket watch in his hand, feeling the pointer jumping at his fingertips.

Graduation is almost here... As long as I can get into the Burren City Police Department, I'll have the basic ability to protect myself, but how can I prevent that scoundrel Aion from interfering with my graduation ceremony...

"Gah!"

The loud howl of the crow outside the window scared Charles so much that he trembled and subconsciously clenched his pocket watch.

"hiss......"

A sharp pain came from her right thumb. She looked down and saw that the thumb that was stroking the second hand was cut by a small wound. Blood oozed from the wound and dripped onto the dial.

Under Charles's gaze, the drop of blood seemed to have life, flowing along the fine lines on the dial and gradually soaking up the entire dial.

"despair--"

The sound of a ticking second hand exploded in Ciel's mind, causing her to become alert.

No way? Blood oath? That's so cliché?

Everything in front of Ciel's eyes gradually became blurred, and she felt her consciousness sinking into a black space.

And in this black space of consciousness, a silver-white screen lit up, flashing Chinese characters that Charles had not seen for a long time.

"Binding the owner..."

"Destiny activated successfully..."

"Checking for items that can be brought in... None."

"Checking destiny points... None."

"For the first simulation, the system will give you 30 destiny points. Please use them carefully."

After a series of flashes, there were only three options left in front of Charles.

「来日：2Day（圣741年6月19日18:27）（消耗10命定点）」

「往日：300Day（740年8月20日12:00）（消耗100命定点）」

"Old Days: ***, ***Day (Consumes 10000 Fate Points)"

"Note: Choosing the future will simulate the future, choosing the past will simulate the past, and choosing the old days will allow you to experience a period of ***. Please choose carefully... It seems that you can only choose the first one^"

The strange sight before her made Charles stand there in a daze. After a long time, she came back to her senses and re-examined the silver-white font in front of her.

Is this... a system?

There is only one option...

"Today?"

Ciel uttered the word softly.

If this is really a cheat code...I have to try how it works.

After Charles made his choice, the silver-white font in front of him shattered and twisted, turning into a rapidly spinning silver-white pocket watch.

The pocket watch continued to grow larger in Charles's eyes, and then exploded, and a strong feeling of dizziness enveloped her.

...

The blinding white light gradually faded, and the warm smell of wooden planks no longer filled her nose. Instead, it was replaced by a strong, rancid smell mixed with acid rain and dust.

A curtain of light appeared before Charles' eyes.

"Today"

「圣741年6月19日18:28」

"Countdown - 23:59:59"

The drizzling rain wiped out the light screen showing the date in front of Charles.

There were no houses around anymore. She didn't know when she was standing outside. The fine drizzle soaked her dress.

Charles looked down in the rain and saw the black robe he was wearing and the graduation certificate tied with a white knot in his hand.

Graduation certificate? Isn't that something you can only get at the graduation ceremony the day after tomorrow?

Charles' eyes widened. She opened the certificate in her hand and looked at it quickly. Her name and photo were written on it.

This is my graduation certificate, yes... My graduation date is June 741, 6...

"Here is... two days later?"

Charles looked up and quickly recognized where he was.

I was on the road just entering the Bell Tower Alley area, facing the way home.

According to your personality, you must have asked for a letter of recommendation from the police after getting your diploma, right?

Charles trotted to the eaves of a house, fumbled in her pocket, and soon found a letter wrapped in oil paper. Seeing the envelope, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems like I graduated safely and got a recommendation letter from the police station...just as I planned.

I have to tell my sister this good news as soon as possible, ask her to quit her job, and move in with me to rent a house next to the police station.

Charles ran briskly towards home, not caring even if the mud and water splashed on her skirt. It rained most of the year in Burren, and she had long been accustomed to it after living there for three years.

"Boom-thump-"

The dinner bell rang, reminding the factories that it was time to let people go for dinner. Charles walked through the streets following the bell until she turned a corner, and her pace gradually slowed down.

A group of people gathered at the door of Building 44, talking and commenting on the scene inside.

"Charles is here!"

Someone shouted, and the crowd turned to look at Charles. Those who were blocking the way also consciously made way for him.

In the center of the crowd, four or five figures were lying, and the blood mixed with the black gravel on the ground under the washing of rain.

El, who was lying on the outermost edge, lay on his back with his white shirt stained with blood. His throat was cut by a sharp weapon, his stomach was also cut open, his intestines were scattered all over the floor, and his eyes were filled with fear before he died.

Next was the short man, whose throat was precisely cut. He covered his throat with both hands, but still couldn't stop the bleeding. His body twitched as he struggled before death.

Behind these corpses, a figure was sitting on the blood-stained white steps at the door. She was holding a sharp knife in her hand, her right eye was embedded in the silver-gray handle, and her horrified face was frozen in distortion.

A bunch of blood-stained flowers were scattered around her. On the stairs was an overturned cream cake with a sugar board with the words "Happy Graduation, Little Charles~" embedded on it. The sugar board was washed by the rain, and the melted red syrup flowed down like blood.

"Boom!"

Charles felt as if his head was hit by a hammer, and his previously relaxed mood took a sharp turn for the worse.

The cold rain hit her face, but she felt as if her eyes were burned by the scorching sun.

What...happened?

"Over there... the Blackwater Party!"

"Hurry up...little girl, you should go too."

The arrival of a group of people caused the surrounding residents to scatter.

Soon, the street that was originally surrounded by curious people suddenly became empty, and there was not even a single person who dared to watch.

"Six thirty-one...why is the ritual off?"

"Click——"

An old male voice came from behind Ciel.

With the crisp sound of the hammer being pulled, the metal barrel in the man's hand was aimed at the red-haired girl in front of him.

Is this a dream...

The coldness had spread from Charles' heart to her feet and forehead. She could not take her eyes away from the figure on the steps for a moment. The cold rain could not wash away the scene in front of her.

What happened? Why... did it become like this?

"boom--!"

With the sound of a revolver gunshot, a sharp pain came from the back of Charles' head, and the world in front of her was shrouded in a silver-white light.

When the light faded again, the cold rain dissipated, and the lingering aroma of the old fireplace and baking bread lingered at the tip of her nose. She looked at the silver-white screen in front of her, her hands and feet cold.

...

"Reality"

June 741, 6 AD

"Evaluation: You ran a bit after two days to hone your running skills. Since this is your first simulation, there's a consolation prize... Please don't look so serious."

"Hasn't the bad thing happened yet?"

"Reward: Destiny Point*1, [Dexterity Level 1]"

"Destiny Points: 21"

Chapter 3: The Future, the Past, and the Old Days

The heavy breathing could not calm the fear in her heart. The pain of the bullet piercing her head was still lingering. Charles was still in shock from the scene just now and could not calm down for a long time.

She subconsciously wanted to get up and run out of the house to go to the factory to check on her sister's safety, but reason made Charles continue to sit there. She slowly adjusted her breathing rhythm.

What just happened wasn't real; it was just an illusion that was too real...

"Pocket watch..."

Charles looked at her hands. They were empty except for a wound on her right thumb, which reminded her that the pocket watch once existed.