The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 147 - Ciel, the "Butcher" (3/4)

At this moment, Ciel, holding the wine glass, happened to walk before the two.

“Lord Ciel.” Tara greeted in a low voice, slightly retreating. She split off a white shadow, which ran to another room to find a suitable set of clothes for Ciel.

“Have some, warm yourself up.” Ciel shook the wine glass in her hand, smiled, and offered it to Uris.

But just hearing Ciel’s voice, Uris seemed to stiffen, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. Her legs pushed against the floor, wanting to retreat, but her back was already pressed tightly against the wall, nowhere to retreat.

Ignoring whether Uris agreed or not, Ciel held the wine glass in her hand, already pressing it against Uris’s lips. Slightly lifting the glass, she slowly poured the red wine into Uris’s mouth bit by bit.

At this moment, Uris seemed to have lost any will to resist. She just silently shed tears, looking up, completely swallowing the wine poured into her mouth.

“Relax, Uris, we are friends,” Ciel slowly spoke, uttering a date, “Holy Year 739, January 17th.”

Hearing this time, Uris’s body slightly trembled. She looked towards Ciel with some incredulity, murmuring, “Who are you...”

“We have met many times in dreams... perhaps you don’t recognize me.” Ciel explained with a smile.

And Tara, listening nearby, suddenly straightened her back, instantly assuming a vigilant posture.

What?! The Mother Goddess gave her a divine oracle?!

Impossible! I haven’t received one! Absolutely impossible!

This must be the Mother Goddess deceiving her! Yes, precisely!

“Really...?” Uris murmured.

“Really.” Ciel raised her hand, gently placed it on her shoulder, and patted it.

The anger, fear, and terror from being imprisoned just now, under the gentle voice and comfort, gradually transformed.

Coupled with the faint burning sensation of the red wine in her throat and stomach, Uris felt as if she had found a savior. Instinctively felt the other party must be one of her own, and she also had to help her—even if she was the one who imprisoned her and brought her fear.

“Tell me, the Church of the Savior Goddess, truly wasn’t involved in this attack?” Ciel asked softly.

Hearing this, Uris sniffled, no longer able to restrain the anxiety and grievance in her heart, speaking in a somewhat hoarse voice, “Yes... we completely suffered an undeserved disaster.”

“A month ago, I and Bishop Hugh were summoned back to the Holy See, informed to minimize all church activities during this time, keep a low profile, not provoke nobles and wealthy merchants... But troubles came one after another.”

“The church I was responsible for was torn down... I only took over here a little over a month ago. I prayed to the Goddess day and night, begging for forgiveness, but received no response... I have been abandoned by the Goddess...”

Ciel raised her hand, used her index finger to slightly smooth out the somewhat messy silver long hair blocking Uris’s face, saying, “It’s alright, this is just the Goddess’s trial... As long as the truth of the attack is investigated, won’t the church naturally recover?”

Uris, whose faith had already wavered, slowly opened her eyes upon hearing Ciel’s words, looking blankly ahead with lifeless silver eyes.

These past few days, she had been running around for the church’s affairs, and Bishop Hugh had also been missing for several days. No one had guided or comforted Uris. She had already been pushed to the brink of collapse by the pressure.

Ciel’s few sentences, to her, were a life-saving straw for a drowning person. She had no choice but to hold on tightly.

“Yes... yes, I will help investigate...”

And at this moment, Tara, watching Ciel’s actions from the side, her small chest heaving violently, was almost exploding with anger.

What kind of sister is this!!!

This is an enemy!!!

Lord Ciel hasn’t done much to me! Lord Ciel hasn’t comforted me so gently! What makes this woman worthy!

Clearly I am the most loyal one!

No, can’t let this continue. Tara felt her position as the first servant under the Mother Goddess was precarious, quickly saying, “Mother Goddess, I have brought your clothes.”

“Oh, okay, thank you.” Ciel withdrew her hand and said, “Have the others gather. They’ll come with me later. There are still things to do.”

“Understood!” Tara nodded vigorously.

“Lord Ciel!”

“Help her change into clean clothes and let her go back.”

Ciel said as she walked towards the door, without turning her head, “She will help us gather intelligence.”

“Yes...”

Tara’s mood clearly plummeted. She looked hatefully at the fragile-looking silver-haired woman sitting in the corner.

Heh, the “Goddess” you speak of is right before you, yet you are unaware. Just wait. Crooked ways to gain the Mother Goddess’s pity are ultimately a side path. The Mother Goddess’s favor will ultimately fall upon those who diligently do her work!

In the early morning, from a farm warehouse in Berren City, a carriage emerged, driving towards Berren City under the hazy rain night.

Behind it, several carriages with different merchant guilds’ and noble families’ crests also emerged from the warehouse, merging into the night.

...

Knock knock knock—

Berren City, Sir’s Bridge District No. 15, Roswell Manor, third floor, Avena’s room.

A gentle knock sounded from outside the door.

Nia quickly stood up, walked to the door, slowly turned the doorknob, and looked at the maid outside the door.

“Didn’t I say not to disturb Young Mistress’s rest?”

Although there was no expression beneath Nia’s cold armor, just her tone could make the listener feel a chill.

“Lord Nia, Miss Ciel is downstairs...”

“Ciel?”

Nia’s tone softened slightly, but then anger followed.

At such a chaotic time, while Avena was severely injured, Ciel seemed completely unconcerned, not even visiting once. This made Nia resentful.

For the sake of family reputation and public stability, the Roswell family desperately suppressed the news of Avena’s assassination, only secretly sending people to take Lady Avena away.

But Lady Avena now, how could she bear the bumpy journey?

To be blunt, William’s words were not a single truth. The Roswell family, from the time Young Mistress left until now, had shown absolutely no change.

Clack, clack, clack.

Footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Soon, a figure wearing a black double-breasted formal dress and a dark brown cloak stood before Nia.

After a moment of silence, Nia stepped aside, but she keenly noticed something had changed about Ciel.

This is... potion?

She drank a potion? Which path?

Ciel removed the rain-soaked cloak, hung it aside, and slowly walked towards Avena lying on the bed.

At this time, Avena was not wearing clothes. From the left side of her face all the way to her neck and extending above her waist, she was covered in bandages coated with transcendent medicine.

Severe burns, multiple fractures. If not for a physician Avena knew arriving immediately to treat her wounds, Avena might not have survived until now.

At this moment, Avena’s eyebrows slightly trembled, seemingly enduring pain even in her coma. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Ciel looked at Avena, as if to engrave this scene in her mind, even though she could have chosen not to come.

After standing in silence for a moment, Ciel turned and left. She reached for the rain cloak, put it on, and walked past Nia.

“What are you going to do.”

Nia sensed the atmosphere was somewhat off. Her armor hummed slightly as she asked.

“Do something I won’t regret.”

Ciel smiled, just slightly nodded at Nia, then said, “Take good care of Avena.”

After speaking, Ciel turned and left.