Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

Fine raindrops hit the cobblestone ground, forming muddy puddles on some of the broken road surfaces.

Although it is relatively narrow, it is also a main road that can accommodate horse-drawn carriages. The gas lamps on the road have been lit, emitting soft lights in the gloomy rainy night.

Although the streets were muddy, there was no strange smell and it was not the Bell Tower Alley area where I currently lived.

A carriage came from the opposite direction, and Charles stepped aside to make way, holding a black umbrella.

The movement caused the cheap black canvas handbag she was holding to shake, causing Ciel's eyes to focus on the bag she was holding.

This isn’t the backpack you usually use…is it new?

Charles opened the canvas bag.

There were a few sharpened pencils and a familiar notebook inside. She immediately took out the notebook and opened it, and saw her previous message on the cover.

She took a deep breath and turned to the first page. Only after she saw the new and beautiful Chinese characters on it did Charles slowly exhale.

It seems that this method is useful.

Her decision to consciously use a notebook to record things affected her future simulated self, and made her simulated self also start using a notebook to record what happened.

In this way, Charles can know what happened during the time in the simulation that he has no memory of.

Ciel opened the notepad and quickly glanced through it.

[June 741, 6 AD, 18:3 AM]

Nothing special happened last night. After my sister got off work at 2:30 in the morning, I told her about my plan to move out of Clock Tower Lane.

Her original plan was to move me out of Clocktower Lane, and she had no objection to my moving out early.

[As for not going to college, I haven't discussed it with her yet. Now is not the right time to discuss such things. She has been working so hard for me to go to college. I can almost foresee how sad she will be if I give up college. A cold war will not be conducive to overcoming the difficulties in the future together.]

Ciel calmly turned the page.

The language recorded in the Chinese characters written above and the ideas between the lines all coincided with her own. Just reading the text made her feel as if she had experienced these things personally, and she did not feel any discomfort.

June 741, 6 AD, 18:12 noon

I took the day off today and didn't go to college. As planned, I went to the Cam area, which I'd already visited. The landlady was very surprised to learn I was a student at the Burren Private College. Not only did she reserve a large room for two of us, she also waived some of the rent. It's not much more expensive than the house in Clocktower Lane.

【圣741年6月18号，下午2点30分】

After the future simulation, I've been feeling a bit tense and observing my surroundings more closely. Perhaps it's because "Dexterity Lv. 1" has enhanced my perception. Since this morning, I've been feeling like someone is watching me.

On my way back to Clock Tower Alley, I ducked into an alley and quickly climbed onto a rooftop, only to discover my stalker behind me.

[I've been being followed. Be careful. I have a feeling this isn't just happening today.]

[I'm going to go down again now and pretend I didn't notice the stalker, so as not to alert him.]

"Stalker?"

Ciel narrowed his eyes slightly.

Someone was following her? Was it Eian's gang? Or was it the Blackwater Gang? Why were they following her?

If someone is always following her, then moving will not work at all. Those people hiding in the dark can immediately get her new address, and she will not be safe no matter where she goes.

If I encounter something like this...what would I do?

I'll find a place where I can escape my stalker without arousing suspicion, and also see how far his stalker has gotten...

As Charles was thinking, she turned to the next page. What was recorded there coincided with her thoughts.

【圣741年6月18号，晚上7点30分】

The invitation I hadn't lost worked. At 4:30 pm, I went to Miss Amy's afternoon tea party in front of my stalker. After entering Miss Amy's mansion, the surveillance line of sight obviously disappeared. Standing by the window sill, I could see my stalker, who was dressed well and wearing a newsboy cap, below.

[It's obvious that the stalker couldn't infiltrate the noble's residence. I suspect there's a 90% chance that the stalker is connected to the Blackwater Gang. Those thugs from Eian wouldn't be so particular about clothing. What's their purpose in following me? Is it for the ritual the old man mentioned?]

The tea party was just as boring as I'd imagined. I was so preoccupied with the stalker that I didn't notice my school uniform didn't match the extravagant attire of the party. Amy pulled me into a room alone and offered to give me two dresses.

Taking this opportunity, I tentatively asked Amy if she had heard of secrets like rituals, and mentioned the name of the Blackwater Gang. However, from Amy's confused look, I could tell she knew nothing about these matters.

Perhaps because she wanted to answer my question, Amy ran to find her father after leaving the room and never returned. Before the tea party was over, I was asked to leave the mansion by the butler. Incidentally, he told me that Amy was under house arrest.

It seems that Amy's father, the Baron, is very sensitive about the question Amy asked. It's unclear whether he is sensitive about the Blackwater Party or the "ritual."

The nobles are unwilling to get involved in this matter?

Charles frowned slightly as he looked at the words he had written.

She knew that things were not simple, but she didn't expect that what was hidden behind it might be much more complicated than she imagined.

Does the clue end here?

Amy's father obviously knew something, but at his level he had no way of contacting the baron.

Moreover, during his time at school, Charles always adhered to the principle of keeping a low profile, not offending anyone, and not having close personal relationships with anyone. Not only among the nobles, officials, and wealthy businessmen, but also among their children, there were all kinds of open and secret struggles. If I stood on the wrong side, it would be easier for them to kill me than to kill an ant.

As for the reason? Dislike is a legitimate reason.

Perhaps because of the existence of the simulation, the simulated self in the future would feel confident and bold to talk to Amy about the Blackwater Gang, but unfortunately the results were minimal.

Ciel shook his head slightly.

However, my own behavior in the notebook also reminds me now that in the simulation, all actions can be bolder.

As long as the result is good, it's fine. She can repeat the simulation of this process countless times to find the optimal solution.

She turned to the next page, and the content behind it made her slightly stunned.

June 741, 6 AD, 18:11 PM

A nervous maid knocked on the door and handed me a letter. The envelope was unsigned, but judging by the family crest on the carriage the maid had left, it was from Amy.

It seems that Amy has asked someone to find my address - or maybe she already knew it - because she is locked up at home, she can only rely on the maid to pass on information to me.

[She got a lot of news from her father, and Amy wrote all of it in the letter]

The Blackwater Gang is the largest gang in Clocktower Alley, primarily engaged in the brewing and transportation of bootleg liquor. They control all the bars in Clocktower Alley, and their leader, Brad Solari, is in cahoots with many nobles.

Recently, her father, the baron, received news that the leader of the Blackwater Gang had spent a large sum of money to get hold of a member of a certain church and obtained something from that member. Her father warned Amy not to have anything to do with the Blackwater Gang and not to go see Charles again to inquire about the leader of the Blackwater Gang.

Finally, Amy asked if I was having any troubles. If so, she offered to let me stay at her house for a few days—but that was impossible. Given Amy's father's cautious nature, he would have handed me over to the Blackwater Gang the moment he discovered me. He wouldn't get involved in these troubles just for a commoner.

【圣741年6月19号，下午6点29分】

[Aian is dead, but I killed him this time]

The intelligence I have is still too limited. The most crucial point is that I don't have the necessary force to protect myself. Many investigations are difficult to conduct. Blindly acting will only lead to danger. It would be best if I could obtain some stronger weapons.

I could only follow the predetermined plan and try not to reveal any flaws, but I used my birthday as an excuse to have my sister wait for me at a cafe in the city center, while I stayed and wandered around the place where I was going to rent a new house.

This split operation was a control group, to find out whether the "ritual" was targeting me or my sister. Apparently, after testing it out, they changed their plans. The tracker gave the information to the rogue Aian, who found me. They were coming for me.

I prepared a knife in advance. This time, only Aion came with no other thugs, and he was surprisingly weak. It was almost like he was going to die, and I stabbed him to make sure I could kill him! The bloody knife is still in the compartment of the canvas bag.

Be careful

The last record... just now!

"Boom-"

As soon as half past six arrived, bell towers everywhere began to ring, which sounded dull and depressing in the rain.

Oh no! Why is the time so tight this time?

Charles quickly reached into the canvas bag and soon touched a bloody, sticky wooden knife handle. She subconsciously looked to the right and saw several hazy figures in the rainy night walking towards her.

One of the thin figures was wearing a newsboy cap, and it was obvious that he was the person who was following him in the notebook.

Without a moment's hesitation, Charles threw away the umbrella in his hand and ran quickly towards the road on the left with the knife in hand. But after running a few steps, he saw several figures at the end of the road who had been waiting for a long time.

Ciel stopped and stood there, clenching his fists.

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

The words I had heard before were repeated again, along with the familiar old voice and footsteps gradually approaching me from behind. When the footsteps stopped behind me, the familiar sound of hammering was heard.

【It would be better to get some stronger weapons】

The words on the notebook flashed through Charles' mind.

"Brad Solari!" Charles shouted.

"Huh?" This shout startled the old man holding the gun. He seemed to be wondering why the sacrifice in front of him knew his name.

In this brief moment, Charles turned around with a knife in hand.

Less than two meters! Very close! Just three steps!

He rushed directly towards Brad and swung the bloody dagger in his left hand towards his head.

Three steps away, the gun is fast.

Within three steps, the gun was accurate and fast.

"boom--!"

A bullet roared towards Ciel's head, shattering her cheekbone and the bullet finally lodged in her skull.

The intense pain almost made Charles faint instantly, but her left hand had already grasped the warm barrel of the revolver.

Brad was startled by the sudden change. He subconsciously thought that his gun was going to be taken away, so he tried to pull it out with his right hand, but the girl in front of him came forward faster and put her forehead against the muzzle of the gun.

What's going on? Are you crazy?

Brad's eyes met the red-haired girl whose half face was covered in blood. He did not see any fear or panic in the girl's calm blood-stained pupils. Her expression was so calm that she did not look like a dying person who had encountered an accident.

The girl held the gun barrel tightly with her left hand, released the dagger with her right hand and quickly stretched forward, pressing the trigger before Brad could retreat!

"I will not let...your ritual...succeed..."

"boom--!"

The girl, who had lost all her strength, fell to the ground, and the blood under her body was washed away by the rain. Brad, whose face was covered in blood, had a rapidly accelerating heartbeat. He stared at the body of the girl in front of him and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

He didn't pull the trigger just now. The one who pulled the trigger was the girl in front of him...

What was it with her? She knew my name, and even the ritual?

She also said that she wouldn't let her ritual succeed? But she was clearly dead!

And that calm look in her eyes just now...

"'Revenge' has already reappeared, what are you waiting for?"

A black-robed figure walking out of the alley brought Brad back to his senses. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood off his face and took a deep breath, but there was no sense of joy or tranquility after "revenge" in his heart.

"Bang bang bang-"

He raised his revolver and fired several shots at the girl's body on the ground. He did not fire until the bullets were exhausted and the magazine was empty. Then he slowly lowered the hot and smoking barrel.

Just now, he felt an emotion he hadn't felt for a long time...that was the fear of the unknown, just like what he felt when he first met the man in black robe.

Chapter 5: Reversing Death

"Reality"

「圣741年6月17日18:44」

"Evaluation: Compared to the first simulation, your ability to gather intelligence has clearly improved significantly in the second one. You've also become less fearful of death... Is this a good thing?"

"Take it. This is the reward for those who are not afraid of death."

"Reward: Destiny Points*3, [Death Reversal Level 1]"

"Destiny Points: 14"

"Ho-"

There was a sharp intake of breath, and Charles, supporting himself with his hands, suddenly sat up in bed.

She could still feel waves of phantom pain on the left side of her cheek. No matter how calm she had appeared, the pain of torn flesh would not be alleviated in the slightest.

Charles ignored the system's comments and directly called up the system interface in his mind.

"simulation"

"Skill"

"storehouse"

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