Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

The vibration woke her up, she was so familiar with this vibration.

This is the vibration caused by the explosion, and it takes the explosion of a certain number of siege explosive barrels to produce such a vibration.

But there aren't any mines near Ansu City that require blasting...

Soon, on the morning of the 17th, Charles saw the reason for the shock in the expedited printed newspaper.

[Explosion at the Royal Medical Research Institute in the Northern Suburbs]

[——293 dead and wounded, 37 missing, Professor Ashford seriously injured]

The pleasure meeting did not stop the action.

Charles' heart tightened slightly.

She watched the countdown on the coming day panel.

By 12 noon, the simulation consumption will be reduced to 100 destiny points, and Charles has already written down everything that needs to be done in the simulation in advance in the past few days.

If she wanted to resolve Avina's issue, she would first have to find out the cards of the Russell family and the Church of the God of Order, and see the strength of the "Crown Guards".

After all, as for Charles herself, she felt that she had some experience in dealing with the Crown Guards.

And this time, for simulation, we are going to use the "Subverter" archive.

100 destiny points... it's a bit painful to spend them. Maybe I can earn some money by using "Disruptor".

Moreover, "Subverter" is the strongest archive file I can use now. In this mission of exploring the depth of Ansu City, there is no reason not to use it.

Until 12 o'clock, Charles was still perfecting what he needed to do in the simulation.

As it approached twelve o'clock, Charles lay directly on the bed, opened the system panel, and waited quietly for time to pass.

【来日:100Day （圣741年10月25日12:00）（消耗100命定点）】

At noon, the Fate Points consumption dropped from 12 to 200. Charles slowly closed his eyes and spoke:

"Today."

"No. 1."

The silvery-white light engulfed everything in front of her, and before Ciel lost consciousness, her last thought was.

October 10th, 25 o'clock, don't stop in the middle.

Don't let any accidents happen.

……

【Coming to Japan】

【圣741年10月25日12:00】

[Countdown - 23:59:59]

The silver-white light gradually faded from Charles's sight, leaving only a countdown panel displaying the date, which slowly disappeared in front of him.

Very good... perfect until 100 days later.

Feeling the soft mattress beneath him, Ciel slowly opened his eyes.

It's not a hotel bed, have you moved into a new house?

"Charles...Charles...Charles..."

A short, moan-like voice, calling his own name, entered Charles' ears.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Charles' pupils shrank slightly.

What comes into view is a huge garden. In addition to the walls made up of various flowers, plants and trees, there are many luxurious decorations and furniture, as well as a huge golden iron cage with glass on top, which looks like a giant sunroom in the garden.

At first glance, it was clear that it was not any of the houses I had visited.

What shocked Charles even more was that he was sitting on the bed, tied up all over.

In front of him, a beautiful girl with long white curly hair and golden and red pupils was sitting naked opposite him, with her eyes facing him.

Her eyes were blurry and she looked unconscious. She was biting her left fingers, while her right hand was constantly stroking below, and she kept moaning Charles' name.

With a surge of clear spring water, the girl's body trembled slightly, and she collapsed on the stool, watching Charles breathing slightly.

Ciel: "?"

No?

Who are you?

It's not a system? What are you doing here?

Is this still a future simulation?

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Chapter 187: The perverted, nymphomaniac, and yandere Princess Windsor.

No?

Who are you? Where am I?

Charles looked at the body in front of him, revealing an expression of disgust that he could not help but shrink back.

But she did not use her abilities rashly to break free from the ropes that did not bind her at all. She just quietly observed everything in front of her.

What had happened to my simulated self? Why was I tied here? My simulated self could use the full power of the subsystem, not to mention summoning the Level 3 "Instigator" archive, even the Level 2 "Judge" archive could escape this predicament.

Unless the self in the simulation was captured voluntarily, for what purpose.

but……

Where is the record?

Without a notebook that recorded what happened during these days, Charles had no way of knowing what had happened during these days.

She must find the hint or notepad left by her simulated self as soon as possible.

The girl in front of him, after seeing the disgusted expression on Charles' face, blushed on her cheeks and her body twitched slightly.

After about ten seconds of rest, she breathed slightly, stood up, put on a gorgeous red cloak, climbed onto the bed, and moved step by step towards Charles.

"Ciel...why can't you just say it...is it so difficult to say you like me..."

She moved to Charles' feet, stretched out her hands, gently held up Charles's slightly cold right foot, and stroked it slowly.

Ciel took a deep breath, resisting the urge to kick her away, and waited for her next move.

If she really dared to lick him, Charles would really kick her head off.

"What a pity... Such a pity... You have that magical silver flash ability, so you can't stay forever... You can't stay with me forever..."

The girl's gaze followed Charles's arch all the way to his limbs in ecstasy, and her smile was particularly creepy.

"Unfortunately, I still have things to do... I'll come back later... My dear Charles... You will wait for me, right..."

The girl gently put down Charles' right foot, as if treating a fragile work of art. This gentle action was a complete reversal of the horrific things she had just said.

Like a fanatical psychopath, Charles had only felt this feeling from Tara, but Tara was not as perverted as her.

It was not until the girl opened the door of the golden cage and left that Charles gradually came to his senses and rubbed his right foot on the relatively clean mattress.

unlucky.

click-

Before Charles could turn over and get out of bed, the sound of a door opening was heard. Charles quickly stopped what he was doing and looked towards the door.

Two well-dressed maids walked in from outside. The standard maid uniforms they wore had a lot of delicate lace on them, which made them look different from the ordinary plain maid uniforms.

One of the maids walked respectfully to Charles' side and said, "Miss Charles, please turn your back to me. I will untie the rope for you."

Another maid holding a tray skillfully walked to the stool and began to wipe the "water stains" on the stool and carpet with the cloth on the tray.

Two ordinary people?

Charles slowly turned his back and waited for the other party to help him untie the rope. Then, the maid began to busy herself with cleaning and seemed to no longer care about Charles on the bed.

Charles supported himself with his hands and got out of bed. The two maids didn't seem surprised at all. After putting on her slippers, she glanced around the glass room and looked towards the desk.

There was only a notebook placed there, with a dip pen and ink next to it.

Am I under house arrest or something? Why can I move around freely like this and even record things?

After hesitating for a moment, Charles walked around the two maids and headed towards the desk.

Perhaps because of the shock of the scene just now, she did not choose to sit on the stool, but stood at the desk, picked up the notebook, and directly opened the first page.

Chinese, and in my own handwriting.

July 7, 20:12 PM

The explosion seems to have had a significant impact. Police have been patrolling everywhere these days, but after three days, there seems to be no follow-up. Although Ashford is not dead, the sample is likely completely destroyed. I wonder if the Pleasure Club will stop.

[However, the explosion also provided a lot of cover for our move. Except for Avina, everyone else basically moved into the new house. Avina chose to stay in the hotel.]

Because of the explosion, the celebrations for the Queen's coronation ended early, and the nobles tacitly chose not to hold a large banquet during this period. This is not a good time for Avina to move.

[But the distance is not far, I can still go to the hotel to see Avina often, so it doesn’t affect us much.]

Ciel flipped through several pages, but there was basically no particularly useful information. However, one page caught her attention.

October 7, 25 p.m.

There has been no activity at the Joy Club these past few days, and even the Orlando Republican Army remains silent. While things appear calm on the surface, a new storm seems to be brewing, just missing a trigger...

[According to the newspaper, the Russell family was ordered by the Queen to conduct a thorough investigation into the Royal Society of Medicine bombing. However, after several days, so many "detectives" haven't found a single piece of evidence... Is this the true strength of the Pleasure Club? I doubt that there aren't people at the 4th level involved in the investigation, and yet nothing has been found.]

[However, thanks to this, the Russell family no longer had the energy to focus on Avina. Even the police carriage in front of the hotel had left.]

[This afternoon, when I went to see Avina to discuss what to do next, I met an unexpected visitor]

【Windsor Vitalis Fallows】

[She is the second princess of Ansu...and seems to be a childhood playmate of Avina]

The princess's visit has somewhat disrupted our plans. The police cars are gone, but the tabloid reporters are swarming around the De Shield Hotel like flies, and we can't get rid of them.

[But I always feel that the way the princess looks at me is not right... I hope it's just my illusion]

……Princess?

Is that the white-haired girl with heterochromia eyes from before?

Vitalis, meaning "strong, resurrected, victorious" in the ancient Ansu language, was also the name of Queen Ansu, while the "Pharos" at the end was the surname she inherited from her father's bloodline...

Ciel frowned slightly.

She was just Avina's childhood playmate.

How did the simulated self end up in such a state?

July 7, 25: AM

With the princess's visit, Avina was practically exposed to the eyes of all the nobles. Everyone was curious about why the "exiled" daughter of the Duke had returned. Avina had no choice but to move into her new house ahead of time and entertain her familiar nobles and neighbors.

[Also due to the Princess's help, many high-class guests wrote in hoping for an invitation... With Princess Windsor's help, establishing a good reputation upon entering the city seemed easier than expected.]

This banquet inevitably invited some members of the Ansu family, including Home Secretary William, who had returned to report on his work. Under the princess's arrangement, this banquet was extremely grand, as if to wash away the shadow cast over Ansu City by the previous explosion.

Because things have been feeling a bit too dangerous lately, I convinced my sister to go to the Redemption Society's Reformation School Sanatorium in Bliss for treatment. With Lucy's help, my sister is guaranteed the highest level of treatment—after all, Lucy is a frequent visitor to the Redemption Society.

I feel like I have some PTSD about the party now. To ensure Avina's safety, I also attended the party, but not as a guest. I worked as a security guard with Tara and Nia.

[By the way, Lucy has really been promoted to Executive Director... Maybe I'll have to refer to her by her title from now on. Director Lucy.]

July 7, 25 p.m.

[The party is over, Nia is gone]

When Ciel saw this, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The shorter the time interval, the more things happen; the fewer words, the bigger the things happen.

After seeing the records of the 25th, Charles knew that something was seriously wrong.

Ciel quickly scanned the rest of the record.

Almost every day she records the process of searching for Nia. Avina is also very anxious about this, but various social engagements keep her busy, as this is related to whether she can gain a foothold in Ansu City.