Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

After obtaining the investigation authority, Julis sought help from the Redemption Society in order to speed up the search and prevent further deaths. They will begin a covert investigation, centering on the Bell Tower Church, awaiting the arrival of powerful members of the Church and trying not to alert the enemy.

The notes were shorter than before, indicating that everything was going as planned and no unexpected events had occurred.

Charles continued to turn to the next page, but from here on, a little blood had already stuck the pages together, so she had to be careful to peel them off.

The handwriting here began to become sloppy, indicating that Charles was writing very quickly.

June 741, 6 AD, 20: PM

[In order to avoid alerting the enemy, the prayer day on the 20th will proceed as usual. On this day, most believers will gather in the square in front of the Bell Tower Church.]

[Dehydration...comes early]

Everyone praying in the square was sucked dry. Only High Priest Julis, sensing the pain around him, ran out and saved his life, but he was already dying.

She gave me her church emblem and told me to wait for the arrival of the powerful church leader. She herself, in order to avoid being driven mad by the pain here, committed suicide shortly after leaving.

[I can feel that my dehydration symptoms are getting worse... I don't know if I can hold on until you come - if I die early, will you still be able to come?]

I guess I'll have to try the simulation in the subsystem first, wish me luck.

The handwriting filled up the page up to this point, and Charles turned the page.

[Right now, I'm looking at the system interface and writing down the changes for you in real time. The text in the simulation doesn't look like text from any other world. Just looking at it makes me nauseous.]

【I’m going to click in】

[This simulation costs ten points. My points have been deducted by the subsystem, but why can't I enter the simulation?]

[No... I think I saw it...]

The walls and wooden boards around me were crumbling, and my vision penetrated the walls and saw what was behind them... This change continued. I could see fewer and fewer houses, but I could see more and more light...

I can’t find my notebook anymore, I don’t even know if I’m still writing.

[Hua Guang... I saw something I've never seen before, something terrifying...]

【underground】

【Ring】

【church】

Looking at the frantic words stained with blood in front of her, the buzzing in Charles' ears continued to deepen, the blood vessels in her temples seemed to be about to burst, and she could even hear her heartbeat accelerating.

The broken words seemed to form a picture, flooding into her eyes.

The desk and the blood in front of her gradually blurred, and everything before her eyes began to be covered by a brilliant brilliance. An extreme emotion of admiration surged uncontrollably from Ciel's mind. She saw ugly monsters and elves everywhere. Her sight passed through the layers of buildings and looked directly at the black-green disk in the distance that looked like a pupil...

Suddenly, Charles felt as if she had been poured with a bucket of cold water. Everything in front of her eyes was quickly recovering, but the pages of the book in her hand had already been torn to pieces by her subconsciously, leaving only the last page of frantic words.

She quickly reached out and crumpled the blood-stained pages into a ball, took a deep breath of the bloody air, and stuffed the paper ball into her pocket.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

There was a knock on the door from downstairs.

Chapter 44: The False Man and Listening to the Oracle (Part 1)

Knock on the door?

The sudden sound cheered up Charles a little. She swung her body to open the door and finally looked back at the room she once knew well.

Everything in front of her eyes seemed to have several double images, as if several different visions appeared at the same time.

With this overlapping of vision, the originally disorganized bloody claw marks on the wall were combined into words under the layers. Combined with the bloody ground, the whole room looked like a cult scene.

Can't watch anymore...

Ciel forced herself to look away, staggering down the stairs. A severe headache and buzzing sound echoed in her mind, and a strong feeling of nausea surged into her heart.

"vomit--"

A mouthful of black blood was spat out of her mouth and flowed down the stairs like black water.

At this time, the person outside the door seemed to notice something and stopped knocking.

In Charles's blurred vision, a pale yellow figure walked through the wooden door, looked in his direction, and then slowly walked towards Charles.

She only felt a dazzling yellow-white light, and the feeling of dizziness and nausea was slightly relieved in an instant, but the mumbling in her mind still lingered.

The voice urged Charles to take out the paper in his pocket and return to the room he had just been in.

A black shadow emerged from behind Charles. Its state was quite unstable at this moment, with the gray flames on its body rising. It lifted up Charles' shoulders and helped her walk to the door. Charles reached out and opened the door.

Outside the door stood a figure covered in a white robe. The holy white robe had intricate golden patterns on it. On his face, he wore a white mask. There were no openings on the mask, only a few golden lines that divided the facial area.

"Are you Charles?" A slight buzzing sound came from under the mask, but the sound did not come directly from the man's mouth, but directly from Charles' mind. However, she only heard the first part clearly. The words that sounded in her mind later were like the gurgling sound of flesh and blood stirred together.

The extra voice in her head reduced the other mumblings in Ciel's mind a lot, and she looked up at the "person" in front of her.

The moment the overlapping images in front of her eyes overlapped, Charles' pupils shrank slightly and she took several steps back. If it weren't for the black shadow supporting her from behind, she would have almost fallen down.

That's not a person at all!

Under the white robe was a disgusting white worm, with golden spots forming dense compound eyes on its head. At this moment, the sleeves of its robe were lifted up, revealing the limbs entangled with tentacles underneath, which stretched towards Charles little by little.

Dark shadow!

The moment the black shadow received the command from Charles' mind, it let go of the hand that was supporting Charles and rushed towards the worm in front of it that was dressed in luxurious clothes. But the next moment, a yellow-white worm rushed up at a faster speed, and in almost the blink of an eye, it controlled Charles' black shadow with its tentacles.

The next moment, the dense compound eyes on the head of the worm in white robe in front of him began to glow with yellow-white light, and the robe behind it fluttered, and pairs of sticky wings like insect wings emerged.

Six pairs of insect wings fully unfolded behind it, and the round eyes on the insect wings, flashing with light, looked at Charles after they were fully unfolded.

The moment she was stared at by those round brown eyes, Charles' heartbeat accelerated sharply. It was as if a layer of gauze was covered in her eyes, and all the double vision, mumbling, and dizziness disappeared at this moment.

With the help of this layer of gauze, Charles finally saw the person in front of him clearly.

In the haze, there was indeed a normal person standing in front of him. He was standing quietly outside the door, staring in Charles' direction with his masked face. His outstretched hands were wearing white gloves inlaid with gems, and six illusory strips that looked like wings of light unfolded behind him.

"Are you feeling better now?"

A voice sounded in Charles' mind again. The voice was hollow and light, without any emotion, and it was even hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

This was not a calm tone like Avina's, where one could hear some emotion, but more like a machine, with no emotional ups and downs throughout.

"Okay...better..." Charles slowly stood up from the ground and raised her hand to support her forehead, but she didn't feel anything in front of her.

"Are you the Charles that High Priest Julis mentioned?" The masked man in white robes in front of him continued the question he had asked when he first opened the door.

"I am..." Charles fumbled around on her body and quickly found a church emblem from another pocket. She handed the emblem to the other party.

The badge was stained with Charles' blood, but the other party did not despise it. He just took the badge and held it in his palm, and after a while, he put it in his pocket.

"Where's Julis?" Charles asked. Although the notes said she had committed suicide not long ago, they did not specify the specific reason.

"She was martyred," the white-robed figure replied mechanically. "As a 'missionary,' she witnessed the deaths of numerous believers, and the potion was on the verge of losing control. To prevent it from completely spiraling out of control, she chose to meet the goddess while still conscious."

"Then are you... the bishop that the Savior Goddess Church is going to send?" Charles asked.

"Yes," the white-robed man replied, "When I arrived, I was isolated from this area by the pain. I was only able to enter when the pain had almost dissipated."

Did the Bishop arrive when the infection first broke out, or was he unable to enter because of the pain and could only enter after the pain subsided - when most people were dead?

This is a massacre entirely targeting the characteristics of the Savior Goddess Cult and exploiting the weaknesses of this path.

"Archbishop Julis once said in a secret report that you have some intelligence from special channels. May I ask if my actions in stabilizing your spiritual and rational state just now can be exchanged for some information?" the white-robed man asked politely.

Although the man in white robes was very polite in all aspects of his behavior, Charles always felt a little uneasy, perhaps because of the strange insect he had just seen or his emotionless voice.

It was as if the person standing in front of him was not a human, but an indescribable monster disguised as a pseudo-human.

"There's a traitor within the Church or the Redemption Society." Ciel tried not to look at the white-robed figure in front of him and continued, "The original outbreak was supposed to happen on July 7th, but after I had someone report the news to the Church in advance, the outbreak happened earlier..."

"Shocking," the white-robed bishop said mechanically, "you're not lying."

"Although I know it's a bit rude to ask further, I still want to know how you knew the outbreak was originally planned for July 7th."

After calming down a little, Charles looked at the man in white robe again.

She recalled the scene when she first saw Julis and said to the man in white robes: "Julis told me that this is what the goddess wanted me to see - she wanted to take me to the church to be baptized, but I refused."

Charles' words did not make the man in white robe take any action.

The white-robed bishop was like a robot stuck in its program. After a long while, he slowly lowered his head to Charles and said:

"I understand. If the 'Preacher' Julis can baptize the Saint-to-be, then her potion will be digested immediately. That's why she wants to take you to the Vatican."

"Since the situation is irreversible, Miss Ciel, are you willing to return to the Holy See with me? Listening to the oracle has made your spiritual sanity somewhat unstable, and you need some treatment and intervention."

Chapter 45: The Vision of the Other World? (Second Update)

As expected, she directly regarded herself as a saint...

Although Charles knew that they could detect his emotions and know the truth in his words, wouldn't they have any doubts at all?

They couldn't even tell whether what they were talking about was what happened in this timeline.

And listening to what the other party said...

"Are you not going to care about what's happening here? Just now, thousands of people died in the square in front of the Clock Tower Church," Charles couldn't help but ask, "The person who performed the resurrection ceremony might still be in Clock Tower Alley!"

The most important thing is that the treatment for dehydration has not yet been developed, and the infection in Charles's body still exists in reality. If this problem is not solved, the simulation will be meaningless.

"The fact of the death of the believers has already happened. The Holy See will activate the next response plan. My only mission is to come here to prevent the outbreak of infection. Now that the outbreak has occurred, there is no need for me to stay here to continue investigating. I have to go back to the Holy See to report." The man in white robes spoke in a cold tone, without a trace of human anger.

Charles' eyelids twitched when he heard the cold words, and the good image he had originally built up of the Savior Goddess Church had now declined a lot.

No need to continue investigating?

Maybe that's the case for the White Bishop.

But for Charles, it is necessary.

Even if an infection breaks out, even if everyone dies, as long as Ciel can investigate the truth, she can return to reality and stop it from happening!

After calming down and gathering his thoughts for a while, Charles said, "I can go back to the Holy See with you, but I have one condition."

"Please speak." The man in white robe leaned forward slightly, looking like he was listening attentively.

"Uncover the truth here and find the murderer behind this. Otherwise, I won't leave," Ciel said calmly. "This is to complete my reappearance ritual."

Since every member of the Savior Goddess Cult could mistake her for the Saint, she would take advantage of the situation and use her false identity to threaten others.

As Charles expected, this method worked.

The white-robed man paused for a moment, then straightened his back again. A holy voice rang out in Charles' mind:

"Of course, Miss Ciel."

"But if the investigation reveals that the person is no longer alive, please come with me to the Ansu Church."

In order to successfully bring Charles to the Vatican, the White-robed Bishop made a compromise.

After hearing his reply, Charles breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't know whether the extraordinary person who spread the infectious disease was still in the Clock Tower Alley area. Now that she had the White Robe Bishop as a bodyguard, it would be a win-win for Charles.

"Okay, let's go." Charles nodded in agreement. She could only stay for 24 hours anyway and couldn't wait to go to the Vatican.

The man in white robe standing at the door made way for Charles to go out, and he followed behind Charles to ensure her safety.

"I haven't asked you what your name is yet." Charles asked as he walked towards the Clock Tower Church.

"Just tell me to rest." The voice of the man in white robes sounded in Charles' mind.

Hugh? It sounded like a woman's name, but from her voice and posture, it was impossible to tell.

In the Saviour Goddess Cult, the first level is the "Acetic Monk", the second level is Julis, the "Preacher", and the White Robe Bishop is obviously a higher level existence. Judging from the fact that she can suppress the whispers in her head with just one move, her ability may be stronger than Charles imagined.

On the way to the Bell Tower Parish, Ciel asked some questions, and to her surprise, Xio answered every one of her questions, even those related to her own rank.

Xiu is a third-level "Glory Bishop". The reappearance ceremony of the "Glory Bishop" is quite complicated and abstract.

That is to become a "symbol of God".

Almost all of the "Glowing Bishops" wear the same clothes and use the same behavioral logic. Whether they speak, walk, or act, they are almost the same.

This reappearance ceremony seems to erase humanity and turn all the "Glory Bishops" into the same "symbol."

In other words, even if Charles had just met another Glowing Bishop instead of Xio, the same conversation would most likely have taken place.

Day after day, he continued to repeat the ritual, acting as a "symbol" until the potion was consumed bit by bit, and during this process, he had to resist the whispers in his mind...