The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 149 - Dream Stealing Space (2/3)

“Ritual Carving Knife.” Ciel continued.

A silver light flashed. A ritual carving knife appeared in Ciel’s hand. She looked at this object that absolutely shouldn’t be in her inventory, the corner of her mouth slightly curved upwards, and she laughed aloud.

Uris, Tara.

Among those who saw her use the carving knife and were still alive, only these two remained.

Is Uris hiding something? Or is Tara betraying her?

No, Tara was unlikely to betray her. And Uris knowing their “code” was also unlikely if she were hiding.

Was Tara influenced by a “Dream Thief”? How was she influenced? When?

But this was no longer important—she had already been influenced by a “Dream Thief.” What she needed to consider now was how to break through this dream.

They seemed to be desperately trying to guide me to see those paintings... Are they the works of a “Blood Painter”? What would happen if my simulated self saw those paintings?

There’s more than one transcendent behind this?

Ciel reversed her grip on the ritual carving knife and directly plunged it towards Tara’s chest.

Under such rapid movement, Tara actually subconsciously stepped back half a step. This half-step backward instead caused Ciel to accelerate the speed at which she plunged the dagger.

Schlick—

The sharp ritual carving knife pierced Tara’s chest, directly penetrating her heart. Warm blood sprayed out, splashing onto Ciel’s right hand.

The real Tara wouldn’t step back when I stabbed her... This “Dream Thief’s” perception of Tara is still lacking.

They could have kept deceiving me like this. I wouldn’t have noticed at all. But why did they become anxious when they arrived at the manor?

Was it because I asked about the “Instigator” in the carriage?

“Ahem... Lord Ciel...?”

Tara clutched the dagger in her chest, looked towards Ciel incredulously. A mouthful of blood gushed from her mouth. She stumbled and fell to the ground, murmuring, “Why...”

Ciel smiled and nodded towards Tara, saying, “Your line should be, ‘It is my honor, Lord Ciel’.”

Ciel stood up, stepped over Tara, who was still twitching in pain on the ground, and walked towards the conference room door.

Tara, who had been twitching, strangely stopped twitching. She looked at Ciel walking towards the door, a hint of confusion in her pupils.

Ciel walked to the door, directly reached for the belt of a police officer beside her, and drew his police revolver.

At this moment, a bishop and the Baron Harold from before were walking downstairs. Behind them, two police officers were carrying a large painting frame covered in a rag, closely following behind them.

Ciel didn’t hesitate. She raised her hand, placed the muzzle against her forehead, and pulled the trigger.

Bang—!

First, a burning sensation. Then, familiar intense pain came from the direction of her temple. Almost instantly, her vision plunged into complete darkness.

Around her, all scenes twisted and distorted. The entire world began shaking and tearing apart.

Tick, tock, tick, tock...

Ciel slowly opened her eyes.

Before her was the familiar system interface, displaying the current time.

The sound of raindrops hitting the carriage window was crisp and pleasant. Tara, before Ciel, was sitting with her eyes tightly shut, a somewhat dazed smile on her face, mumbling something.

“Lord Ciel... here... is this alright...”

“Going to the Divine Kingdom...”

“Willing... hehe...”

“The child’s name will be...”

What kind of dream state did she enter this time?

Ciel frowned slightly, raised her hand, gently patted Tara’s face, saying, “Wake up, wake up, Tara.”

But Tara remained asleep, seemingly unaffected. Instead, after Ciel patted her a few times, a drop of crystalline saliva slid down from the corner of Tara’s mouth.

Ciel opened the carriage door, grabbed Tara by the collar, and dragged her out directly. After looking around, the coachman and the bishops following behind seemed unaffected at all. The place where the carriage stopped was the entrance of Manor No. 5.

“Lord Tara...”

A bishop exclaimed upon seeing Ciel dragging Tara out, but before she could say anything, Ciel had already dragged Tara into the manor. The others also quickly followed.

Only after Ciel pushed Tara’s face into the fountain’s water basin did Tara struggle violently, coughing and lifting her head, gradually regaining consciousness.

Meanwhile, inside Manor No. 5, several people also woke up from their sleep. One person gasped violently, clutching their chest, as if stabbed.

“What’s going on?” A man wearing a trench coat and a mask asked, “Failed?”

“Damn it... This cultist high-up is a lunatic! They actually shot themselves directly! Doesn’t she fear that wasn’t a dream?!” The woman clutching her chest cursed frantically.

“Shot herself?” Upon hearing this, the man in the trench coat’s voice became somewhat interested. He asked, “Did you construct such a scene?”

“Why would I make such a scene? Unless she actually shot herself before, she couldn’t have woken up. She must see the painting!”

The woman’s breathing gradually calmed down. The phantom pain in her chest seemed to have disappeared.

“What about the other short cultist?” The man looked at the other woman who hadn’t woken up yet. Seeing her still lying there flushed, he shook his head, “Carry her. She’s not finished yet.”

“But it’s enough.” The man seemed to think of something, directly grinned, “Dragging the Divine Advent Church, this big fish, into the water. After tonight, Berren City is going to explode completely.”

“Time to go. Soon Ansu will send people to suppress the cultists.”

“No, what about my art exhibition? Will I be the only one who didn’t complete any Reconstitution Ritual?”

“You’ll have to ask the boss... Or give another idea? Link the Divine Advent Church with the Church of the Savior Goddess again. That way, maybe the Church of the Savior Goddess Holy See in Ansu will explode.”

“And that young lady from the Roswell family, actually has such a big connection with the Divine Advent Church... Can the Roswell family also be...”

“That’s fun too...”

They unhurriedly packed their tools, then all stood together with their tools. A shadow curtain slowly floated down from the air, covering them. Their figures also disappeared directly from the spot...