Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

"Yes, Sir Ciel."

Tara nodded and walked quickly to the locker room.

Just after Tara walked away, Charles looked at the "Detective" potion on the table, reached out and took the potion.

The reason for choosing "Detective" is that its reproduction ritual has been completed in simulation before. Charles has experienced a lot of various investigations, and his experience is definitely richer than that of ordinary "Detective" extraordinary people.

She pulled out the cork and swallowed the bright blue liquid in the bottle along with her eyeball. The bitter potion spread from Charles' mouth to her tongue, making her entire tongue almost curl up in bitterness.

A familiar feeling washed over Ciel… calm, without any emotion, as if he had drunk the "Killer" potion repeatedly.

This was the first time that Ciel drank a level 1 potion of an adjacent path. The "Killer" potion adjacent to the "Detective" had already been saved in Ciel's No. 5 archive. The feeling of drinking the "Detective" potion at this time was almost 90% similar to the performance when drinking the "Killer" potion.

However, compared to the completely cold-blooded "killer", the "detective" still retains some sensibility in Charles' rationality.

"Ho..."

Ciel took a deep breath, her pupils now completely covered in dark blue.

Tara just walked out with the uniform of the Deton Group and happened to see Charles who had already drunk the potion.

At this time, the feeling that Charles gave Tara had completely changed. If before, Charles gave people the feeling of a warm red gem that could give people warmth but also burn others.

Now, Charles was more like an unsheathed jeweled sword. As long as one looked directly into her eyes, one could feel the sharp edge of the sword.

"Congratulations, Lord Ciel, for regaining another bit of power."

Tara was no longer surprised by the fact that the Shire could have multiple paths. She just felt that different Shires had different charms.

Even Tara found it difficult to say which Shire she admired most. She didn't know which Shire she could choose best among the Shires she had already seen, and she didn't know whether the next Shire would be more to her liking - and it was chosen for her.

Tara walked up to Ciel and respectfully handed over the uniform with both hands.

"Thank you."

Charles reached out to take the uniform and took off his clothes directly. Tara also lowered her head and took a few steps back tactfully.

Charles quickly changed out of his original clothes, put on the uniform of the Deton Group, and took the silver employee card.

Finally, Charles put on the silver chip mask on his face, tied his hair into a ponytail with a ribbon, and after slightly changing his appearance, he said, "Prepare the carriage and go to the Deton Member Hotel."

Tara looked up at Charles, who was now wearing a neat uniform, and was a little dazed.

Charles now gives people a more neat and dashing feeling. Wearing the black uniform and shawl of the Deton Group, he has a kind of dignified elegance and confidence.

"Yes, Sir Ciel!"

Tara quickly gathered up Ciel's changed clothes, held them in her arms, and quickly left the room, "I'll get ready right away."

Tara walked out of Charles' room, walked quickly to the first floor, asked the butler to prepare the carriage, and then took Charles' clothes to the laundry room.

Such a handsome Mother Goddess...

Tara glanced around and, after making sure that there was no one around, buried her face deeply in the clothes that Charles had just taken off and took a deep breath.

Perhaps because she inhaled for too long, a feeling of dizziness came from Tara's mind, causing her to sway twice.

Satisfied...

It was not until she heard the sound of horse hooves at the door that she quickly put the clothes neatly on the laundry basket and hurried out. She happened to see Charles coming down the stairs, so she hurriedly followed him and got into the carriage with Charles.

……

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze..."

"Hey, bro, did you see anything interesting?"

"Who knows... Wait until Princess Windsor comes out, and see if we can interview her..."

“What if I don’t get the interview?”

"Newbie? Why are you still carrying a sketchpad?"

"Isn't this just a sketch of the princess coming down to the country, used as a news illustration?"

"What newspaper?"

"The Tattler, Senior."

"Globes?"

"Yes, senior."

"You haven't interviewed anything yet, so just put up an illustration of the Princess of Windsor and write a headline like 'Secrets of High Society: Princess of Windsor's Night Out at the Dayton Hotel'. Just keep the content vague and anything you want will do, as long as it's not just rumors or speculation..."

"Thank you, Senior! You're a genius!"

At this time, many reporters from various newspapers gathered on the street opposite the Deton Member Hotel, and many reporters who wanted to watch the excitement or arrived for the first time also gradually gathered around.

Fortunately, the waiters at the Dayton Hotel were there to maintain order, otherwise the road in front of the door would have been blocked so tightly that even carriages wouldn't have been able to pass.

They did not dare to drive away these reporters - this was the job of the princess's guards. Since the princess's guards did not drive them away, there was no need for them to create trouble and avoid causing bad public opinion.

The reporters were not in a hurry either. Many of them were waiting to catch a glimpse of the princess. If the princess came out, they could interview her. If the princess didn't come out for a whole night, they could write about her in great detail.

Just as everyone was looking forward to it, a carriage drove up from a distance and stopped in front of the Deton Member Hotel.

Many reporters took out their notebooks and started to record who was coming, but when they saw the person getting off the car with the maid, most of them put down their notebooks.

The person who came was just a senior employee wearing a Dayton Group uniform. Going to the Dayton Hotel was a normal thing and there was nothing to report.

At this time, Charles got out of the car, glanced back at the reporters behind him, and took Tara directly into the Deton Group Hotel.

As soon as he walked in, a maid wearing a red chip mask came up to him and said, "Sir, are you here..."

Many members of the Deton Group from other places who come to Ansu City on business will also stay at the Deton Member Hotel, especially those with silver chip masks like this one, who can basically stay in high-end suites for free.

The maid also thought that Charles was just staying there, so she came up to ask.

"It's okay, I'm just looking for someone."

Ciel said calmly, looking at the maid.

"Um...Sir, could you please show me your employee card? We need to check..."

The maid asked quietly.

Ciel didn't try to make things difficult for the other party. He directly pulled out his silver employee card and handed it to her. The maid took it with both hands, quickly checked it, and returned the card to Ciel. She took two steps back and bowed slightly. "Counselor Ciel, please come in."

With this identity, things are really a lot more convenient... The hotel room has been checked out. If Ciel wants to go back in, he may have to ask Lucy to take him in.

Now that I have the status of a senior consultant, at least there won’t be many restrictions when entering and exiting some high-end places.

Avina's room had not changed. Charles walked up the stairs to the familiar door of the room and saw two royal guards standing at the door.

Charles walked to the door and was about to raise her hand to knock when two royal guards wearing helmets blocked her way.

"Please leave, Your Excellency."

The guard tried to be as polite as possible, and he could tell from Charles's attire that he was from the Deton Group.

"I'm Avina's friend,"

Ciel's eyes beneath the mask stared at one of the guards and he spoke coldly, his voice rising, "Please move aside. I have something important to discuss with her!"

The two guards exchanged glances, and the guard standing in front of Charles looked at him again and said, "Sir, Her Royal Highness Princess Windsor is inside..."

Just then, the door opened and Avina appeared at the door.

She was stunned for a second when she saw Charles in uniform before her, but then she quickly reacted and said, "Let her in. She's my friend."

"Yes, Miss Avina."

When the two guards saw Avina speak, they tactfully gave up their positions. They knew that Avina was the daughter of Duke Russell, and since she had already spoken, there was no need for them to continue to stop her.

Charles looked at Avina, nodded slightly, and followed her into the room, while Tara stood outside waiting.

At this time, Princess Windsor was sitting on the sofa. The black tea on the table in front of her was still steaming, and a familiar maid was standing behind her sofa.

It seemed that Windsor had not been there for long, and he had arrived just in time.

Nia was standing behind another empty sofa, which seemed to be where Avina originally sat.

Windsor raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Charles.

Her pupils shrank slightly, and in an instant, she felt as if she was being stared at by a poisonous snake. A chill ran down her spine, accompanied by a hint of fear.

Is he a powerful transcendent?

Windsor quickly adjusted his mood and said gently: "Avina, who is this lady...?"

"Princess Windsor, her name is Charles, a senior consultant of the Deton Group, a friend I met in Burren City."

Avina lowered her head and responded, "Charles, this is Princess Windsor."

So that’s it, the extraordinary person from the Deton Group.

Windsor looked at Charles. She didn't stand up, but just smiled and nodded to Charles, saying, "Since we are friends, why don't you sit down and chat with us?"

Ciel also politely crossed his legs and bent his knees slightly, curtsying, while a wave of doubt arose in his heart.

Is this Windsor?

If he hadn't told them this was Windsor, Charles would have subconsciously thought it was Vita - this was so different from the image of Windsor that Charles had seen before.

"Avina's friends are my friends... Miss Ciel, why are you still wearing a mask?"

Windsor looked at Charles with a smile and quipped humorously, "Why are you still wearing a mask? Is there a masquerade ball waiting for you tonight? Can you take me with you?"

Charles sat in an empty seat nearby. After a brief pause, he raised his hand and slowly took off the mask from his face.

She lowered her eyelids slightly and said in the direction of Windsor: "I am rude, Your Highness."

Although she deliberately avoided looking directly at Windsor, her upgraded [Sharpness] allowed Ciel to feel Windsor's greedy gaze, which had become scorching and almost burned her skin.

It is Windsor...

At this moment, Charles completely confirmed the identity of the princess in front of him.

Just being stared at like this reminded Ciel of the disgusting feeling he had when Windsor was watching him during the last simulation...

Did Windsor already have the idea of ​​imprisoning himself when he saw him? Why?

I was wearing a very formal Deton Group uniform, not even any revealing clothes, and my hair was simply tied in a ponytail.

What Charles didn't know was that it was her cold and abstinent appearance that further aroused Windsor's perverted and twisted desire for control.

But at this time, Windsor seemed to have controlled his emotions well.

Her burning gaze stayed on Charles for only about two seconds before she turned to look in Avina's direction and said, "Avina, what do you think of what I just said?"

Avina looked at Windsor and said, "Thank you very much, Princess... But I have already promised to attend Lady Lucy's promotion dinner on the 25th. I'm afraid I won't be able to host a party myself so soon."

"Lucy?"

Windsor paused, as if thinking. After a while, he remembered something and said, "The incoming executive director of Deton?"

"It is she, Your Highness the Princess."

Avina spoke, her tone slightly regretful, "She helped me a lot when I was carrying out the mission in Burren City."

"That's it..."

Windsor smiled and nodded, and said with some emotion, “Avina, you have changed a lot during the days you were away.”

"People always change, Princess."

Avina also replied with a smile.

"In that case, we'll have to wait until another day. Don't worry, as long as you invite me, I will definitely be there."

Windsor shook his head, as if he didn't want to continue the topic.

As if to change the subject, she looked in the direction of Charles and asked with a smile: "Where is Miss Charles? Are you here to see Avina?"

Judging from Windsor's expression, he was determined to stay and have a chat with Charles.

"Yes, I came to Miss Avina to heal my spirit. My mental state has been a little bad recently."

Ciel replied.

If we use extraordinary means to examine Charles' mental state, it is indeed extremely bad, and there is nothing wrong with saying this.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Windsor perked up.

"If Miss Ciel doesn't mind, you can come to my palace. I can invite the 'Newborns' from the Royal Medical Society to help Miss Ciel solve her mental problems."