The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 117 - "Coroner" Ciel (1/2)

Ciel looked at the transcendents kneeling neatly before her, almost unable to catch her breath.

This is the surprise you spoke of?

Translate for me, what does ‘surprise’ mean?

“Lady Ciel, don’t worry. They are all trustworthy church members, minimum second-tier. They are my trusted confidants; I personally presided over the baptism for many of them.” Tara seemed to notice the abnormality in Ciel’s mood and quickly explained.

“As for the Church of the Savior Goddess, I also had people create a disturbance outside the city to lure them away. At least for today, no one will disturb you.”

Minimum second-tier...

Damn it!

Ciel felt her brain buzzing.

She didn’t know which misfortune was more terrifying: encountering over a dozen second-tier or higher transcendents at once, or encountering several third-tiers and having it doubled several times by the “Strong Luck Coin.”

But she knew, this tribulation, she likely couldn’t avoid.

The moment she confirmed they were transcendents, Ciel knew her escape route was completely sealed.

She looked at the current system time.

【Future Days】

【Holy Year 741, June 30th, 04:58】

【Countdown – 03:59:59】

Four hours left...

Ciel raised her hand, silver light flashed from her right hand, and 【Deadly Blood Roland】 appeared in her grasp. novelbuddy.cσ๓

Ciel’s face gradually turned pale, but she showed no hesitation, directly aiming the muzzle at Oppold and quickly pulling the trigger.

Bang—

With muzzle flash and blood mist, a bullet rapidly shot out from the barrel, striking Oppold directly on the forehead.

Clang—

The immense kinetic energy forced Oppold’s head backward uncontrollably, almost to the point of breaking.

But Oppold slowly twisted his head back to the front. The spot on his forehead hit was already armored. The seed-like bullet was embedded halfway, and trickles of blood flowed down from the wound on Oppold’s forehead.

The blood nourished the seed bullet. Tendrils began to spread outwards from the wound on his forehead. At this moment, despair filled Oppold’s heart.

He felt the life energy rapidly draining from his body, his mind racing.

He had no grudge against the young woman opposite him; they had only met once today, and he had yielded the way...

Just because he blocked the path for a moment, they orchestrated such a grand spectacle, having the Divine Advent Church hunt him down?

This was simply impossible.

There must be other reasons.

Although he usually offended many people, he was very clear about their backgrounds before offending them. Such a display was beyond the capabilities of any of his enemies.

Thinking about his recent experiences, there was only one possibility.

The young woman before him was the one who sent him letters using suicide messengers.

“It’s you? You’re the one who sent the letters?!” Oppold looked towards Ciel, his voice already somewhat hoarse. “I can give you all the sealed artifacts. I guarantee, after giving you the items, I will leave Ansu immediately!”

“As long as you spare my life! I can give you anything you want...”

Bang—!

Blood was drawn from Ciel’s body. The second round was ready. She fired the second shot without any hesitation.

This shot aimed directly at Oppold’s eyeball.

Pfft—

The bullet plunged directly into his eyeball, embedding itself in his skull. Roots burst forth from the bullet, rapidly burrowing into his brain, absorbing nutrients.

Oppold hadn’t finished his last sentence before falling straight forward, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

Ciel hadn’t expected Tara to possess such power, summoning a group of transcendent cultists to Berren City after just one day away...

She must be mindful of this situation next time... If Tara brought a group of Divine Advent Church transcendent cultists to Berren City in reality, her relationship with the Divine Advent Church would be impossible to clear up.

The thinking of fanatical cultists was truly hard to understand.

Just a simple instruction from her was treated like a holy decree or divine oracle, analyzed over and over, then completed excessively, regardless of cost.

Under normal circumstances, having such a follower or subordinate would be very reassuring... But in the current situation, Tara’s absolute loyalty actually harmed Ciel.

“Have them leave.” A silver light flashed in Ciel’s hand. She looked at Tara standing beside her and said, “Maintain vigilance outside my line of sight. Don’t let me see them.”

“Yes.” Tara nodded, then quickly began directing the others to leave.

Although she didn’t understand why Ciel gave such an order, Mother Goddess must have her reasons for doing so.

Only after those cultists disappeared from sight, leaving only two third-tier transcendent corpses on the ground, did Ciel breathe a sigh of relief.

Having them maintain vigilance outside her field of vision shouldn’t trigger misfortune... As for the rules already violated, Ciel could do nothing.

She could only pray that the cultists guarding the perimeter could help her withstand part of the misfortune.

As long as no meteorites fell, everything was manageable.

“Please wait a moment, Lady Ciel.” Just as Ciel prepared to walk towards the two corpses, Tara beside her stepped forward, ran to a corner of the factory covered with burlap, lifted the long cloth, revealing what lay beneath.

It was a large wooden table capable of holding two people, with numerous tools placed on it.

Daggers, saws, scissors, forceps, scales, measuring cups, etc... Almost everything usable for dissection was prepared.

Besides these, there was also a bottle of potion. Inside the potion was a bright yellow translucent liquid. A shriveled black spider floated in the center of the bottle.

At this moment, Ciel also had a bottle of potion in her pocket, but compared to the one Tara placed on the table, the yellow liquid was murkier, and the spider’s remains were somewhat damaged, supplemented with many other unknown characteristics.

At least visually, the potion on the table was of more perfect quality.

It couldn’t be helped. After all, the bottle Ciel held was just exchanged for chips from Deton Manor. Although usable, the quality couldn’t be guaranteed.

Having a better potion, Ciel wouldn’t refuse.

Four white shadows emerged from the corpses’ shadows, carrying the two bodies towards the wooden table. Ciel also walked towards the table.

After placing the corpses on the wooden table, Tara retreated, watching Ciel from afar, her eyes filled with excitement.

This was definitely a day witnessing history... Unfortunately, the Saintess and the Divine Servant couldn’t be present to see this exciting scene...

And she herself would become part of this history, constantly praised by later generations—in the future where the Divine Advent Church spread throughout the world.