Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

"Hahaha!"

Her words seemed to amuse the painter. He put down his brush and said, "A month ago, the Holy Advent sect lost over a hundred members. Do you think those cultists are seeking an alliance instead of revenge?"

At this point, the man sneered, "I'm afraid we'll have to wait for that goddess to descend before we can unite like you said."

"Too."

Mary shook her head and smiled helplessly.

She was indeed overthinking it.

Previously, the Savior Goddess Church was troubled by the epidemic in Bei'an Su and could only send a level 2 person to Buren City to take charge of the matter. As a result, all the believers in Buren City were almost killed by a level 3 "epidemic messenger". The Holy Cult was behind this.

When Mary heard this information before, she wasn't even too surprised. After all, this was the norm for these two sects.

But then again...what exactly does the Holy Advent Sect want to do this time?

If they wanted to help the Savior Goddess Cult with the investigation, that would not explain why they severely injured the Savior Goddess Cult's Level 3 and captured a Level 2 alive.

And there was the new leader of the Holy Advent sect... She could still understand that the Archbishop was at level 2, after all, this level was not based on strength, and promotion could be achieved through theology.

But the new leader was actually a girl who had just entered the extraordinary realm. Even when she was not an extraordinary person, she had already led other level 2 and 3 cultists.

Who is this girl?

But the truth will soon come out.

Merritt was still sitting on the stool, with his eyes closed and his head lowered, carefully planning what to do next. At this moment, Mary spoke.

"arrive."

"Where's the boss?"

"They should have already lurked over there...Send the signal, get ready."

"Merritt, remember, hold that Archbishop back and don't let her notice. She's just a Level 2 Missionary, so don't worry too much. Got it?"

"Ok."

Mary and Merritt raised their hands almost at the same time, holding up the balls of light in their hands, and then gradually let go.

Two different balls of light slowly sank into the space between their eyebrows. The darkness in front of the two people with their eyes closed was covered by strong spots of light. Their bodies collapsed, one fell on the table in front of them, and the other lay on the floor.

After seeing this scene, the remaining painter seemed to have some inspiration and continued to sit behind the drawing board, painting with all his heart.

At the same time, in the dream.

Is this the dreamland that Miss Mary created... It feels so real...

Merritt slowly rose from his seat.

She was still surrounded by the manor's collection room, but this time, there were no other two extraordinary people around her, and she was left alone.

She pulled out a small notebook from her arms and opened it directly.

This is her spiritual notebook.

At this moment, the originally clear handwriting in the notebook became distorted and blurred, which meant that she had successfully entered the dream.

She quickly walked to the window and looked at the two people who were leading the team inside. Her eyes were fixed on the shorter figure and she took a deep breath.

We must hold her back...

Lady Mary will deal with the red-haired girl. As long as she can guide her to look at the painting on her own initiative, Lady Mary's mission will be accomplished.

His mission was very simple. He only had to delay the archbishop while Lady Mary was carrying out her mission so that she would not wake up and notice it too early.

The Level 2 Archbishop seemed to be obedient to the red-haired girl, so we just had to start from there.

Merritt walked quickly out of the collection room and headed downstairs. Her steps made no sound at all, and even the carpet didn't make a dent when she stepped on it, as if she were a ghost.

When she walked downstairs, the guards and other bishops and priests had already begun to spread out and search the entire manor.

But they seemed completely oblivious to Merritt coming down the stairs, completely ignoring her figure.

Soon, Merritt walked downstairs and stood directly in front of the red-haired girl and the archbishop.

Just as the red-haired girl was about to walk towards the living room according to the original route, Merritt raised his hand, the red-haired girl paused, and then walked straight towards the stairs.

The archbishop who was following the red-haired girl followed without any questions, and didn't even ask curiously where they were going.

fine……

The archbishop didn't seem to realize that he had entered a dream, and just followed the red-haired girl obediently.

Stay away from other guards and bishops first... I can't keep the behavioral logic of so many people from collapsing at once. Once they complete the established route set by Lady Mary, the action will completely collapse.

Before that, I have to lead them to a place where they won't see the guards and those cultists.

After Merritt finally led them to the reserved guest room and followed them into the room, Merritt slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

This room is filled with all kinds of strange sculptures and weird inscriptions. It was a room specially built by Lady Mary for people to investigate these meaningless ornaments.

As long as he could control the red-haired girl and ask the archbishop to investigate, his mission would be accomplished.

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

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

She noticed that the archbishop named "Tara" seemed to take a step forward towards the red-haired girl, his nose twitching slightly and a puzzled expression on his face.

Is this... smell recognition?

In an instant, Merritt felt himself breaking out in a cold sweat.

Because there was no record of the red-haired girl's scent, Lady Mary used the most foolproof method, which was to use the best-selling perfume on the red-haired girl. Generally speaking, such trivial details would not be noticed.

How come she's so sensitive to smells? Are you a dog?

Looking closely at Tara's puzzled expression and her intention to get closer, a drop of cold sweat slid down Merritt's forehead.

No, I can't let her get any closer. I have to do something.

Merritt's eyes quickly scanned the room, and in an instant, she set her sights on the two doors inside.

One is the door to the dressing room and the other is the door to the bathroom.

Lady Mary did not know what was behind these two doors. Once they were opened, one could see clouds of fog inside.

A dressing room? No, there are too many clothes and cabinets to build, and not enough time.

Merritt quickly rushed towards the bathroom, and her body passed through the door like a ghost. She quickly raised her hands and constructed, and the original fog began to reorganize rapidly. Based on the conception in her mind, she created the appearance of a luxurious bathroom.

Just as she came out of the bathroom, she saw the archbishop, who was frowning with a conflicted expression, as if he was about to ask something.

Merritt raised his hand and pointed directly at the red-haired girl.

The red-haired girl, Ciel, who had originally just stopped to look at the inscriptions, suddenly seemed to think of something. She turned and walked towards the bathroom, saying, "Wait for me outside."

Pretend to take a shower and change the smell of your body back to a different one... maybe you can hide it this way.

When the red-haired girl passed by Merritt, she subconsciously turned slightly to make room for her, looked at the girl's face, and was slightly stunned.

This was her first time observing this girl so closely... Wasn't Lady Mary's construction a bit too embellished? Even Merritt, a woman, couldn't help but admire her when she saw her - not even a hint of jealousy could sprout.

Watching the girl push open the bathroom door, Merritt quickly went into the dressing room next to it and began to build the things inside.

After constructing the locker room according to her memory of another place, Merritt wiped the non-existent sweat from her forehead and walked out of the locker room. Then, her pupils shrank slightly.

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

"strangeness……"

Tara put her hands on her hips, the confusion on her face not disappearing at all.

Merritt watched as the Archbishop named Tara reached into his cloak, pulled out a piece of cloth that looked like it had been cut, put it against his face, and took a deep breath.

"No, the smell on Sir Charles is wrong... How could Sir Charles smell like someone else..."

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

Several white shadows emerged from beneath her, surrounding her as if they were guarding her surroundings.

No! What are you doing?

Merritt's eyes widened as he watched Tara holding the ritual carving knife, ready to cut his wrist.

No?

Sisters?!

It's her smell that's wrong! There's nothing wrong with you! Why are you cutting yourself with a knife?!

"Lord Ciel won't have any problems. This must be my problem..."

Tara held the carving knife against her wrist, and a bloody mark appeared. As long as she moved slightly, a cut would appear that would bleed profusely.

No, she couldn't get hurt in there. Once she got hurt, the difficulty of building her senses would increase several times! It might even cause the other person to suddenly not feel pain!

As long as the other person stops thinking about the pain, the pain will disappear!

She must be stopped!

Merritt's brain was working frantically. Now the only person she could think of who could stop Tara was the girl in the bathroom.

"Tara?"

Under Merritt's control, the girl in the bathroom spoke and stopped Tara's actions.

"Yes, Master Ciel, I am here."

Tara quickly put down the carving knife in her hand, half-knelt in front of the bathroom door, and spoke respectfully.

what's next?

What to do next?

The air was silent for a moment. Realizing that the silence could not continue, Merritt had no choice but to bite the bullet and let the girl inside continue speaking: "Come in."

"what?"

Tara was stunned for a moment. She listened to the sound of water inside. After confirming that she had not heard it wrong, she slowly stood up and reached out to push open the bathroom door.

"Ciel...sir?"

Merritt and Tara saw the beautiful girl soaking in the bathtub almost at the same time. She watched Tara slowly walk in, and raised her hand weakly to support her forehead.

What should I do... Did I fail in my first mission?

How long had he delayed the Archbishop? Three minutes? Five minutes?

This time is definitely not enough for Lady Mary to complete the task.

Merritt's thoughts were completely confused. She subconsciously controlled the beautiful girl named Ciel and said, "Come here and help me change my clothes."

What the hell is this! Isn't this the tone you'd use when ordering a maid around? The person in front of me is the Archbishop!!!

"Yes, Sir Ciel."

But Tara didn't seem to have any complaints at all. Instead, she picked up the clothes beside her and walked directly towards the bathtub.

what?

How could an archbishop remain calm when being ordered around like this?

She didn't even wonder why there was a bathtub of clean hot water in the bathroom of a guest room?

The red-haired girl had already stood up from the bathtub and was about to step out, but Merritt was completely confused at this time. The red-haired girl had never set the "stepping over the bathtub" action. Her white and tender little feet accidentally hooked on the edge of the bathtub, and she fell forward.

It's over, it's completely over now.

"Lord Ciel! Be careful!"

Tara quickly stepped forward and raised her hands to block Charles, but she didn't seem to notice the slippery floor, and was knocked to the ground by the pounce.

The naked red-haired girl pressed on the archbishop, completely lacking any dignity of a superior.

The character setting is broken.

Merritt looked at the scene in front of him and was a little overwhelmed.

She seemed to have anticipated that the archbishop would realize that his immediate superior had been replaced and then become aware of the dream.

But the archbishop named Tara didn't move at all.

Since Merritt had completely given up control, the red-haired girl just lay there motionless.

But Merritt looked at this scene for too long, and his face felt hot.