The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 150 - Tara’s Dream Space and the Society of Merriment (2/4)

That red-haired young girl, Miss Mary will deal with her. As long as she is guided to see that painting, Miss Mary’s mission will be completed.

And her own mission was very simple. Just need to hold back that archbishop while Miss Mary executes her mission, so she doesn’t wake up and realize beforehand.

That Tier 2 archbishop seems absolutely obedient to that red-haired young girl. Just need to start from there.

Merritt quickly walked out of the collection room, heading downstairs. Her footsteps made no sound at all. Even stepping on the carpet caused no indentation, as if a ghost.

By the time she reached downstairs, the police officers and other bishops and priests had already spread out in all directions, searching the entire manor.

But they seemed to completely ignore Merritt walking down the stairs, oblivious to her figure.

Soon, Merritt reached downstairs, standing directly before the red-haired young girl and the archbishop.

Just as the red-haired young girl was about to walk towards the reception hall according to the planned route, Merritt raised her hand. The red-haired young girl’s body paused, then walked straight towards the stairs.

The archbishop following beside the red-haired young girl had no questions, just followed along, didn’t even express curiosity about where they were going.

Fortunately...

That archbishop seemed not to have realized she had entered a dream state, just very obediently followed behind the red-haired young girl.

Getting away from the other police officers and bishops first... She couldn’t maintain the behavioral logic of so many people at once without it collapsing. Once they finished the predetermined route set by Miss Mary, their actions would completely fall apart.

Before that, she had to guide them to a place where they wouldn’t see the police officers and those cultists.

Only after Merritt finally guided them to the designated guest room and entered the room with them did Merritt slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

This room was filled with various strange sculptures and peculiar inscriptions. It was a room specially made by Miss Mary, designed for people to investigate these meaningless ornaments.

As long as she controlled the red-haired young girl to say the words “have this archbishop investigate,” her mission would be completed.

Based on the captain’s investigation of these people while the cultists were active these past few days, Merritt could basically predict what this archbishop was about to do.

But at this moment, an anomaly occurred.

She noticed the archbishop named “Tara” seemed to take a step forward towards the red-haired young girl, her nose twitched slightly, and a hint of confusion appeared on her face.

This is... discerning scents?

Instantly, Merritt felt a cold sweat break out.

Because there was no record of the red-haired young girl’s scent, Miss Mary used the safest method: she used a best-selling perfume on the red-haired young girl. Generally, these minor details shouldn’t be noticed.

How could she be so sensitive to scents? Are you a dog, if I may ask?

Looking closely at Tara’s confused expression and her intention to continue approaching, a drop of cold sweat slid down Merritt’s temple.

No, can’t let her get any closer. Must do something.

Merritt’s gaze quickly scanned the room. Instantly, her eyes landed on the two doors inside.

One was the dressing room door, the other was the bathroom door.

Behind these two doors, Miss Mary hadn’t constructed anything. As long as they were opened, one would see swirling mist.

Dressing room? No, there were too many things like clothes and cabinets to construct. Not enough time.

Merritt quickly rushed towards the bathroom, her body passing through the door like a ghost. She quickly raised her hands to construct. The original mist began rapidly reassembling, forming a fictional image of a luxurious bathroom based on her imagination.

The moment she emerged from the bathroom, she saw the archbishop, frowning, her expression conflicted, seemingly about to ask something.

Merritt raised her hand, pointing directly at the red-haired young girl’s position.

The red-haired young girl Ciel, who was originally just stopping and observing the inscriptions, suddenly seemed to think of something, turned and walked towards the bathroom, saying, “Wait for me outside.”

Faking a bath, thereby making her scent change to something else... perhaps this could fool her.

As the red-haired young girl passed by Merritt, she subconsciously slightly turned sideways to make way for the other party, looked at the young girl’s face, and was slightly stunned.

This was the first time she observed this young girl so closely... Was Miss Mary’s construction a bit too beautifying? Even Merritt, as a woman, seeing the other party, couldn’t help but feel admiration—not even a hint of jealousy emerged.

Watching the young girl push open the bathroom door, Merritt seized the time to slip into the dressing room beside it, starting to construct the things inside.

After constructing the inside according to her memory of another dressing room, Merritt wiped the non-existent sweat from her forehead and walked out of the dressing room. Immediately after, her pupils slightly constricted.

The archbishop named Tara, with her eyes slightly closed, was walking back over the place the young girl had walked, simultaneously taking deep breaths. When she reached the bathroom door, she stopped.

“Strange...” Tara stood with her hands on her hips, the confusion on her face not dissipating at all.

Merritt watched helplessly as the archbishop named Tara reached her hand into her cloak, pulled out a piece of cloth that looked like it was cut off, pressed it against her face, and inhaled deeply.

“No, Lord Ciel’s scent is wrong... Why does Lord Ciel have someone else’s scent...”

Tara slowly raised her leg, bent down, and drew the ritual carving knife from inside her boot.

Below her, several white shadows emerged. Those shadows surrounded her, seeming to be keeping watch for her.

No! What are you doing?

Merritt’s eyes widened, watching Tara holding the ritual carving knife, about to cut her own wrist.

No?

Sis?!

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