The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 123 - "Fate Renegade’s Touch" and Reminiscence (1/5)

Splat—!

The raven phantom inside the birdcage watched the splattering brain matter and gushing blood, directly ceasing all struggle. It just stood inside the cage, staring blankly at the standing headless female corpse.

Some scalp fragments, clinging with long red hair and skull pieces, scattered on the ground and sofa, making the entire living room look like a dismemberment scene.

She... went mad?

No... The moment she blasted her own head, she used the sealed artifact in her hand!

That sealed artifact belonging to me...

Thud—

The young woman’s body fell into the pool of blood, bringing the “Substitute Death Relic” sealing the raven phantom down with it.

After rolling a few times on the blood-soaked wooden floor, the raven phantom discovered that the feather appeared before it.

Indeed, was I overthinking it...

The raven phantom struggled fiercely, trying to hit the birdcage, make it roll towards the feather. But no matter how hard it tried, the birdcage, burning with purple flames, remained immovable like a cornerstone.

Patter patter—

A huge hand crawled next to the feather, dragged the feather through the pool of blood away from the birdcage’s direction, then pressed down on the feather with its palm, pinning it to the ground. The eyes on the back of its hand scanned left and right, seemingly on guard.

Brainless spirit world creature...

Seeing this scene, the raven phantom-shaped feather spirit actually calmed down.

The relic bones inside this cage providing energy for the seal wouldn’t last long, exhausting within a day. Under its struggle, it might burn even faster.

And the spirit creature before it couldn’t stay in reality for too long without external support.

As long as it confirmed the young woman named Ciel was truly dead...

The phantom cast its gaze towards the young woman’s corpse not far away. Immediately after, it witnessed a scene that horrified it.

An illusory silver clock face materialized behind the young woman. The sharp second hand on it rapidly advanced a short distance.

The originally splattered minced meat, bone fragments, and brain matter directly defied gravity, levitating up. Including the young woman’s corpse lying on the ground, it floated upright at this moment, standing in its original position.

Everything was like playing in reverse. Except for the feather embedded in the young woman’s brain, the other parts of her body rapidly reconnected. In just one or two seconds, the pale-faced, expressionless young woman stood in place again.

And the stopwatch, during the restoration process, returned to the young woman’s hand.

This is?

This is!!!

The raven phantom, originally calmed down, instantly became somewhat frenzied. It continuously rammed its head against the birdcage, accelerating the burning of the relic inside.

“(Old Ansu) This is my power! This is my authority!”

“(Old Ansu) You are just a damned vessel!!!”

“(Old Ansu) How dare you!!!”

The shriek emitted by the feather spirit seemed perceived by the young woman. The young woman just glanced indifferently towards the birdcage’s direction, then squatted down, kneeling beside the bizarre hand-shaped spirit creature.

She reached out, gently rubbing the wrist area of the huge hand as if petting a small cat or dog.

The hand’s knuckles also stood up, seemingly enjoying this petting very much. Its palm left the ground, wrist area raised high, seemingly using its own backhand to meet the young woman’s palm.

The young woman extended her left hand, directly took the black and blue feather from under the hand’s body, then patted the back of the bizarre hand, seemingly issuing some command.

The moment it received the command, several slits appeared in the palm area of the terrifying hand. Several dark purple pointed tongues emerged from within, beginning to happily lick the residual young woman’s blood on the ground.

After doing all this, the young woman stood up slowly, holding the feather in her left hand and the “Substitute Death Relic” that rolled onto the ground in her right hand.

Bang—

“Lady Ciel! Are you alright!” Tara, who rushed over immediately after hearing the report of shattering glass from her subordinates, saw the scene before her after opening the door and was scared stiff on the spot.

Ciel, with traces of blood remaining on her face, stood calmly in place, holding a burning birdcage-shaped pendant in her left hand, and a feather emitting a powerful spiritual aura just by looking at it in her right hand.

The floor, sofa, and tabletop were splattered with blood. And by Ciel’s feet, a terrifying monster supported its palm body with over a dozen fingers, licking the blood on the ground with several pointed tongues.

Especially upon noticing the terrifying creature, Tara’s spiritual alarm blared in her mind. She quickly lowered her head, eyes observing her nose, nose observing her heart, daring not to glance towards Ciel again.

“It’s fine.” Ciel looked towards Tara and said, “Go out.”

“Yes... Yes... Lady Ciel...” Tara bowed her head in relief and exited the living room, closing the wooden door behind her.

The moment the door closed, Tara already regretted why she didn’t listen to the command and ran over to check if something happened.

If even Mother Goddess couldn’t solve the problem, could she solve it by going?

Tara only hoped her offense wouldn’t ruin the good impression she had in Mother Goddess’s heart—she considered herself to have behaved very well and loyally.

After Tara left, Ciel took a breath, her legs went weak, and she leaned back against the blood-stained sofa behind her.

Just now, the voice of the raven phantom indeed echoed in her mind.

But she didn’t fully understand everything the raven phantom said.

This is my power, this is my **.

She understood the first part. The latter, more obscure word, Ciel couldn’t find a corresponding translation in her mind.

But judging from the tone.

It seemed very anxious.

Very anxious means what I’m doing now is all correct.

Next, Ciel turned her gaze to the black and blue feather in her hand.

This is the sealed artifact that caused her so much trouble...

This was the first time Ciel observed this feather sealed artifact up close carefully. Just looking at its appearance, she could feel its extraordinariness.

Moreover, it didn’t seem to be a real feather.

The base color of the feather’s central shaft was black, with countless silver inscriptions etched onto it, making the central shaft appear silver from a distance.

Besides being connected to fine, soft feathers, the central shaft also had an ink groove embedded inside, like a crystal tube, connecting all the way to the quill tip, which resembled a translucent prismatic crystal.

This is a... quill pen?