Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

She had lived for too many years and was accustomed to spending some time in a daze, as if she were a real knight sculpture.

The sound of a door opening at the end of the corridor interrupted Nia's time to clear her mind. She turned around and saw Miss Avina walking quickly towards her.

"What's the matter, Miss?"

Nia left the window and walked towards Avina and asked.

"Go get me a new maid dress."

Avina whispered.

It seemed that she didn't even want her personal maid to do these things, but handed them over to Nia.

Maid skirt?

Nia was a little dazed, and for a moment she couldn't figure out what Miss Avina wanted this thing for, but soon she remembered that Charles seemed to still be in the lady's room.

Ugh……

Nia almost imagined the scene of the powerful Miss Avina forcing Miss Ciel to wear a maid skirt and then training her, but she just sighed in her heart and said, "Yes, Miss, wait a moment."

Nia went downstairs and came back in less than three minutes with a handbag containing a complete maid dress.

Avina took the handbag and turned away in a hurry. Nia, who was still thinking about what to say, looked at Avina's back until she closed the door, then she reacted.

Nia now feels both relieved and complicated.

Avina had practically grown up under her watch. Nia was relieved that Avina had found someone to open her heart to, but she was also worried that Avina would do something to hurt the other person and end up getting hurt herself.

However, Nia couldn't interfere too much in these personal matters...she could only let the young people solve them themselves.

Nia stood by the window again, opened it, faced the cool breeze, and continued to daydream.

It turned out that Nia's worries were unnecessary.

At this time, Charles, who had changed into a black and white maid outfit, lifted up her skirt and pulled up her white stockings. She looked at Avina and said helplessly, "It's a bit too big."

"I'll expedite custom-made one for you tomorrow."

Avina looked at Charles, who was wearing a maid outfit and adjusting her skirt, and nodded secretly.

As expected of my Charles, he looks good in anything he wears.

"Cough cough."

Avina coughed slightly, forced a smile on her face, sat upright on the sofa, and said, "Then let's begin. Follow your own intuition first... pour the tea."

Charles obediently walked to the table, thinking about the way the maids poured tea in his memory. He poured a cup of tea for Avina, placed it on the table in front of her, then stepped aside, put his hands in front of him, and looked down at Avina.

At this time, Avina raised her teacup and took a sip, then looked up at Charles and found that Charles was staring at her expressionlessly, as if he was going to stare at her until Avina gave the next instruction.

"A maid should not stare at her master all the time. In addition to observing silence and etiquette, it is also important to be respectful and modest. Remember to be polite, keep your head down, and do not look directly into the master's eyes without permission."

After Avina finished speaking, she continued to face the direction of the table, gracefully raised her teacup and took a sip.

"Okay, master."

"puff--"

Charles's soft and gentle voice sounded beside her, and Avina's entire body trembled from the tip of her toes to her brain, and she spat out a mouthful of black tea without any aristocratic demeanor.

"Cough cough cough..."

Avina put down the teacup, her face flushed red, not knowing whether it was because she choked or for some other reason. She turned her head to look in the direction of Charles, and after calming her breath a little, she said, "Who... who taught you to shout like that!"

Perhaps because she was embarrassed, in order to hide her embarrassment, Avina's voice sounded a little annoyed.

"Uh... didn't you just say 'I can't stare at my master'?"

Looking at Avina in front of her, Charles's face was a little puzzled. She didn't understand why Avina was so excited.

"Remember, you... you're employed by the manor, you're paid a weekly salary, and you're not a slave. Just call me 'Miss,' okay?"

Avina stared at Charles and spoke haltingly, looking angry, but actually she was hiding her uncontrollable blush at the moment.

But she had to admit that when she heard Charles call her that, she felt a little excited in her heart for some unknown reason.

Now, Avina already regretted correcting Charles so quickly. It would have been nice to hear her say a few more words in a softer and more submissive voice...

"Got it, miss."

Charles lowered his head and replied patiently, seeming to get into the state very quickly.

Next, Avina put Charles through a series of tests. Although Charles had never been a maid, she had seen many maids, and she was also very good at doing housework.

After adjusting some minor etiquette and minor issues with addressing, Avina could hardly find any fault with Charles. Anyone who saw her would think that she was a capable and beautiful maid.

Being too beautiful... is also a problem.

But this is easy to solve, just put on some makeup.

In less than an hour, Avina found that she had nothing more to teach. She stood in front of Charles, looking at him with his head down, racking her brains to think.

It felt so good to command Ciel. She didn't want it to end so soon. What should she do...

Avina was almost certain that if she missed tonight, she would never have the chance to order Charles around from a high position.

"Avina, I still don't quite understand."

At this moment, Charles' voice sounded like the sound of nature, giving Avina the opportunity to continue.

"Is there anything else you don't understand?"

Avina looked at Charles standing in front of her, raised her chin slightly and said, "I can help you."

"Thank you so much, Teacher Avina."

With a harmless smile on his face, Ciel asked, "Just looking at my own movements, it's hard to feel that there's anything wrong..."

"Teacher, could you please demonstrate it to me?"

When Avina heard Charles call out "Teacher", her heart skipped a beat.

When she heard what Charles said, she was stunned for a moment and asked dully, "Show...demonstrate?"

In front of Avina, Charles took off his black and white maid outfit, held it out to Avina, and said with a smile:

"It's troublesome."

"Teacher Avina."

Looking at the clothes that Charles handed over, Avina began to feel a little regretful...it seemed that she had agreed too early.

Now looking at the maid outfit in Charles's hand, Avina was in a dilemma.

What should I do? She... has never worn clothes like this since she was a child...

"Do you need me to help you change clothes?"

Charles, wearing a petticoat, took a step forward. Avina took two steps back, maintaining an expressionless face and said, "You have performed perfectly. Your disguise as a maid is flawless..."

"You don't dare wear it?"

Charles narrowed his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Of course, Charles knew that many of Avina's instructions just now were just to satisfy her own selfish desires.

Although Avina disguised herself well, Charles still noticed her excitement as if she was dressing up a doll.

Now, it’s time for Avina to “pay back her debt”.

That's how Charles is. He can't stand any loss.

Hearing the word "dare not" and looking at Charles's provocative eyes, Avina subconsciously retorted: "Who said I don't dare?"

As soon as she finished her rebuttal, Avina saw Charles's interested expression and knew that she had been fooled.

Avina pursed her lips, stepped forward reluctantly, and took the maid outfit from Charles' hand.

Humph... I just let her do that. If I use my "psychologist" ability, Ciel will immediately forget all this and even let her wear the maid outfit forever.

Yes, it was just that I let her do it.

After slightly eliminating the frustration in her heart, Avina walked past Charles and went straight to the locker room.

By the time Avina finished changing her clothes and opened the door, Charles had already changed into his daily clothes and was sitting on the sofa.

Hearing the sound of the locker room door opening, Charles looked in the direction of the sound and saw Avina, who was wearing a maid outfit and standing at the locker room door with a slightly red cheek.

The long black hair and skirt make her skin look even whiter, and her slightly red cheeks and lowered head add a lot of fun to the picture.

The highlight and finishing touch of the entire picture are Avina's downward-curved mouth corners and her obviously unconvinced expression.

"Pour the tea, Avina."

Charles didn't hide the smile on his face at all, and waved his hand in Avina's direction.

Ciel was probably the first person to say such words to a girl who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and was almost a top noble - and he even made her change into a maid's clothes.

Who would believe this if I told others?

Is this what Avina just experienced?

To be honest, it feels pretty good.

With trembling hands, Avina poured a cup of black tea for Charles and placed it in front of him. Then she stepped aside and kept her mouth shut.

"What should I say at this time, Teacher Avina?"

Charles pretended to look at Avina with some confusion, but Avina lowered her head and did not look at Charles, but her face was almost red to her ears.

I don't know whether he was angry or ashamed.

"Please... please have some tea... Miss... Charles..."

A voice as thin as a mosquito's hum came out of Avina's mouth. After hearing the voice, Charles nodded with satisfaction.

However, she didn't intend to tease Avina too much. She just wanted to give her a little "sanction" to prevent Avina from doing anything excessive next time.

Just as she picked up the black tea and took a sip, her body suddenly trembled slightly.

She turned her head and found that Avina was staring at her with her lips tightly pursed, with tears in her eyes.

It seemed that Avina felt very sad about being "humiliated" like this.

Since coming to this world, Ciel has almost always lived a civilian life. In her opinion, maid outfit is not a big deal.

But Avina, who has always been a noble, did not seem to think the same as Charles, which seemed to insult her noble dignity.

Realizing that he had gone a little too far, Charles quickly put down his teacup, stood up, walked to Avina, and said softly: "Okay, it's over. I've watched the demonstration. Thank you, Avina."

But at this moment, Avina, who was about to burst into tears, turned her face away and said with her head down: "Anything else you want to say... Miss Charles."

Charles: "..."

This Avina...

You say she can't afford to play, but she can actually change into a maid outfit, and when she gets angry, she doesn't use her supernatural powers to resist.

She had a bit too much noble pride, and because of her provocation just now, she didn't want to change out of her maid outfit in advance, so Ciel looked down on her...

Stop being awkward!

No one is perfect, but at least Charles finds this slightly awkward personality quite cute.

Because she looks really cute now, but her aggrieved and resentful look makes people feel a little sorry.

If you want to calm down just because he's angry, it's a bit difficult.

"By the way, Avina,"

Ciel seemed to have suddenly thought of something and asked, "Will maids be subjected to 'hidden rules'?"

"What 'hidden rules'..."

Avina lowered her head, her voice a little weak.

"Like being treated like this by the Master..."

Charles slowly lifted Avina's chin and kissed her cheek.

Avina was stunned by the sudden attack. Her originally moist eyes could no longer be held tight, and little pearls dripped down.

Avina, realizing her own loss of composure, quickly took a step back, turned around, wiped her eyes, and said, "Generally speaking, no... In order to avoid suspicion, many male nobles use male servants. Only some unruly nobles and wealthy businessmen..."

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Your voice is a little hoarse."

At this moment, Charles gave Avina a way out and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, go change your clothes first."