Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

The red-haired girl in front of me, and the organization behind her...

The path to salvation lies within it.

"What are you going to do?"

Lucy asked in a low voice, already using honorifics.

First of all, she wanted to confirm what the purpose of that organization was.

"We can't let the 'subversives' of the Joy Club run rampant in Burren City. Many people will die."

Ciel looked at Lucy in front of him, nodded slightly, and said, "We will control the 'Key Man' and invite you to kill him, Miss Lucy."

Invite me to... kill?

Lucy looked at the "olive branch" handed to her, her mind racing.

They can know the whereabouts of the "subversive person" and even control the "subversive person". They can definitely kill him themselves, but why do they invite me to carry out the last step and share this piece of the pie?

The other party is a hidden organization that doesn't want to be exposed to the fun-loving pleasure club, so they want her to be in the front - this is the only possibility Lucy can think of.

Furthermore, she could clearly feel the friendliness shown by the other party - this might very well be an opportunity for her to gain a deeper understanding of, or even join, some mysterious organization.

Agree?

Of course, was there any need to think about this? Only a fool would refuse such a powerful organization extending an olive branch to him.

Although the pleasure club is a group of lunatics, the last thing you need to worry about is the revenge of the pleasure club - the word "revenge" does not exist in the dictionary of those lunatics.

There, only the living are members of the Pleasure Club, and the dead are just trash. This is the creed of the Pleasure Club.

"Are you saying that the 'subversive' member of the Pleasure Society, after instigating the members of the Holy Advent Cult to sabotage Deton Manor, is now planning a secret plan in Burren City?"

The friendship of a hidden organization, a "disruptor" who can take the blame, and the wealth of that "disruptor"...

This is a good game.

Bet!

Lucy's expression became filled with righteous indignation. She looked at Ciel and said righteously:

"The execution of this scum will naturally fall to me. After executing the Key Person, I will bring her body back to the group and expose her evil deeds! Let all members know what she did!"

"Let me do my bit, sir."

Ciel looked at Lucy in front of him and nodded slightly.

Lucy was the most capable transcendent she had ever met in such a long time.

Charles stood up and extended his right hand across the table.

"Pleasant to work with."

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Chapter 174: The Key Man's Explosive Death.

(I encountered a small bug when sorting out the foreshadowing. Avina's manor is number 15, not 13. This was wrong starting from Chapter . It has been corrected now.)

Once the cooperative relationship was established, things went much more smoothly.

It took only an hour for Lucy to get a complete plan, even down to the exact time and place she needed to be, as if it had been rehearsed in advance.

After figuring out the mission process and objectives, Lucy left Manor No. 15.

For this matter, she doesn't even need to call her subordinates for help, it will be more secretive.

After all, according to the red-haired girl's wishes, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

Only after Lucy left did Avina look at Ciel, who had picked up the book again, and asked, "Is everything really okay? That's a Level 3 'Subverter'... Are you really going to send help?"

After all, Avina did not feel the fear that Lucy had, and Avina had no idea where Lucy's trust in Charles came from.

Just by listening to the plan, they decided to kill a "disruptor"? And they didn't even know where the other party was at the moment...

"Don't worry, the organization has also sent a 'disruptor' to ensure that things go smoothly."

Charles looked away from the page and said to Avina.

There are also "subversives" in Ciel's organization...

Why does it feel like everything I want is available? And the planning of the mission... No, this isn't planning, this is prophecy—just like what Ciel had done before.

"Then before the 7th, is there anything else I can help you with?"

Avina was still worried about Charles. She leaned forward slightly and asked.

At this time, Avina did not know that Charles wanted to kill the "subversive" just to make their plan to assassinate Avina fail.

Seeing Avina's worry, Charles closed the book, stood up and sat next to Avina, and said, "Yes."

"what?"

When Avina heard this, she immediately became alert.

Ever since Charles proposed this plan, Avina hadn't been able to help much. The only thing she had done was to teach Charles the etiquette of being a maid...

And to be honest, this teaching came from Avina's selfish desire to play a trick on Charles - but she ended up being the one being tricked instead.

This incident made Avina feel a little guilty. She didn't think that small things like teaching and getting lists could be considered help.

"I need you to make sure my spirits remain at their current state until the 7th."

As Charles spoke, he placed his hand on the back of Avina's hand, looked into her eyes and said seriously, "This is really important to me."

"Um……"

Avina nodded slightly and didn't say much.

Avina felt that healing Charles was her responsibility. Even if Charles didn't ask, Avina would check Charles's mental state regularly.

But she didn't complain, nor did she think that there was anything wrong with what Charles did.

Even if it is not Charles who completes the dangerous task, but Avina herself, when choosing a helper, she will definitely choose the safest one.

Facing a Level 3 "Disruptor", my own strength is simply not enough. There is nothing much to say about it, and there is nothing worth complaining about.

But since she was unable to help her loved one, Avina couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

"Charles."

Avina lowered her head, folded her hands on her legs, and whispered a question in her heart, "Gama...was it you who used a trick to send him to me?"

When Avina encountered obstacles in her promotion to Level 2, a Level 2 cultist noble came to her door, and she happened to guess that she was a cultist and brainwashed her...

The fact that a pillow is delivered to you just when you feel sleepy is not a coincidence, it can only be called a miracle - and most of the miracles that Avina encountered became more frequent after she met Charles.

Moreover, not long after his promotion, he encountered a severely exhausted and polluted Ciel. The meeting place had even been arranged in advance...

If there are too many coincidences, it is no longer a coincidence. Judging from all the things Charles has done, this series of events, even his own promotion, is likely just part of Charles's plan.

If she hadn't seen again the precise plan that Charles had described to Lucy, Avina might not have mentioned this matter again for a while.

"……Yes."

After hesitating for a while, Charles chose not to lie to Avina.

If they really want to go on together, mutual trust is the key. As long as it doesn't involve things like the system and "uniqueness" that may cause a major disaster if spoken out, Charles will not hide too much from others.

After hearing Charles' answer, Avina breathed a sigh of relief.

She was very grateful to Charles for answering her, otherwise, Avina was not sure whether the seeds of doubt would grow in her heart.

"Humph."

Avina opened her hands on her legs and supported them behind her. She looked at Charles beside her, raised her chin slightly, and snorted.

"It sounds like you have a lot of things you're hiding from me."

"That's too much,"

Charles could also feel that Avina's mood had recovered. She smiled and continued, "There are always things you don't know."

"People who are too easy to see through are too boring."

Avina closed her eyes and shook her head, then stood up from the sofa, "Okay, I won't disturb you from reading, Miss Blue Stockings..."

Blue socks is a slang term in the Anzu aristocratic circle. It is usually used to describe knowledgeable women who love learning and are not sociable. Avina knew that Charles must not know what this word means, so she took advantage of it.

But just as she stood up and walked away, Avina felt her hand being pulled.

"Do you have anything to do?"

Charles' voice came from behind. Avina turned around and looked at Charles sitting on the sofa, shaking her head: "No, what's wrong?"

There was no point in discussing the Great Western Railway Company. Most of the cooperation discussed a few days ago had come to nothing because of this. Avina was terribly idle now, and if she continued to be idle like this, she would go bankrupt sooner or later.

At least Manor No. 15 is definitely not affordable to live in.

"Then stay and keep me company."

"And what does 'blue socks' mean? I...why do I always feel like you're hinting at me? Explain?"

"The lady with the glasses?"

Avina: "..."

Feeling the irresistible force from Charles's hand, Avina suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart - she might not be able to walk out of this door in a short time.

……

July 7, Thornsby Manor, 7 Sirbridge, Burren.

"Work quickly, ladies and gentlemen. Many important people will be arriving soon..."

Arthur Thornsby stood in the garden with his hands on his hips, commanding, "Hey, my good man, can you be ready before anyone comes?"

The man he affectionately called "good man" was a steady old butler. He bowed slightly in Arthur's direction and said, "Miss Russell has sent a number of capable helpers, and everything is almost ready."

"Phew, thank you very much, Miss Russell. Where's my good wine? I must treat her to a nice drink tonight."

Arthur stroked his beard, pointed at a blonde maid who was struggling to carry a table, and said:

"Hey, little guy, stop moving this thing and let someone stronger do it. Follow this old guy to the wine cellar to get a few bottles of good wine. Don't let him twist his waist again, please~"

It can be seen that Arthur is in a very good mood today. He seems to be trying to speak in Ansu accent, but it looks a bit funny with his big belly and movements.

When his name was called, Charles, who was still trying to fish in troubled waters, looked up at the wealthy businessman.

She had already experienced what was happening at this moment in the simulation, so almost as soon as the wealthy businessman Arthur opened his mouth, Charles had already put down the table in his hands, nodded slightly to Arthur, and followed behind the butler.

Everything is the same as in the simulation, nothing has changed.

This day has finally arrived.

For the past two days, Charles has been recuperating. Apart from painting, she has been reading books. She never does anything that may interfere with her future development. As she deliberately keeps a low profile, she has spent the past two days in peace.

After getting the wine, Charles continued to fish in troubled waters until four o'clock in the afternoon. She took out her pocket watch to check the time, and then her eyes fell on a carriage that drove into the manor and stopped by the fountain.

Ashcroft, the family crest and inscriptions on the carriage once again told Charles that the most important "actor" had arrived "as promised". Charles did not look away until he saw a familiar woman get off the carriage.

She turned around and walked towards the back garden, then stopped under the shade of a tree at the corner, as if waiting for time to pass.

One minute, two minutes.

Half an hour, an hour.

About 30 meters behind her, everything had been arranged by the lake in the back garden.

As the sky gradually darkened, the musicians from the orchestra that Arthur had invited from Ansu had taken their seats and were tuning their instruments.

They all seemed to pay no attention to the maid under the shade of the tree, and were just doing their own things in an orderly manner.

The instruments have been tuned, and the leading white-haired woman in a tuxedo stands in front of the musicians with a baton, seemingly preparing for the final rehearsal.

She gently twisted the black and gold baton and shook it slightly. The musicians who had rehearsed countless times began to follow her movements and played the instruments in their hands. The soft string music sounded at the beginning.

The soothing music seems to cleanse the soul. As time goes by, the music progresses layer by layer, gradually moving towards a grand climax.

The string players were immersed in their performance, their bows dancing; the wind players puffed out their cheeks, their eyes focused; the percussionists struck the instruments precisely, striving for perfection; the conductor's hands flew, guiding the rhythm of the entire orchestra with his body.

Under the shade of a tree not far away, the only listener, Charles, saw a silver-white system interface appear in front of him.

"Ugh……"

Ciel sighed silently inwardly.