The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 121 - Suicide Experiment and "Assassin" Ciel (3/4)
Knowing the young woman before her might also be a transcendent, the doctor dared not be negligent. She immediately got up, closed the main door, paused business, and led Ciel into the operating room.
Handling these things required extreme care. The entire surgery, hollowing out the molars and embedding the poison, took almost two hours to complete.
After finishing all this, the doctor wiped the sweat from her face as if exhausted and said, “Miss Ciel, it’s done... Please be careful, try to eat food that doesn’t require chewing.”
“Mm, thank you.” Ciel asked, “Is the surgery fee the same this time?”
“Yes, still free. I owe Miss Adele for this.” The doctor nodded.
“Okay.” Knowing she didn’t need to pay the surgery fee, Ciel didn’t act coy, directly walked out of the hospital, and returned to the carriage.
At this moment, Ciel felt a strange sensation.
In her mouth, at the back molars, were two unusual protrusions, a strong foreign body sensation, like getting a bone stuck while eating.
It felt like not much force was needed, just a slight bump, would shatter both the poison and the awakening potion.
Ciel could only gently bite her tongue tip the entire time, keeping her upper and lower jaws from closing together, avoiding accidentally biting the poison.
If accidentally bitten, she could only be more careful in the “next life.”
It was already 6:30 PM. By the time the carriage brought Ciel back home, it was almost seven.
Opening the door, Ciel smelled a meaty aroma wafting from the house. Ciel looked towards the dining table. On it was a bowl of steaming meat soup and a portion of chopped vegetables mixed together, looking like salad.
“You’re back?” Footsteps sounded from the stairs. Ciel looked up and saw her sister Lichie, wearing an apron, walking down from upstairs.
“I saw you hadn’t returned for so long, so I tried making a meal myself... See if it suits your taste?” Lichie asked with a smile.
This familiar and warm scene made Ciel slightly taken aback, but remembering what her simulated self said in the notebook, she took a deep breath and said somewhat stiffly, “I...”
Ciel was about to say she wasn’t very hungry, but looking at Lichie’s smile, she still chose to walk to the dining table, ladled a spoonful of meat soup into a bowl, and drank it down.
No need to think to know, these past few days, it must have been her simulated self cooking every day, while Lichie washed dishes and cleaned.
“Delicious.” The taste was a bit bland, salt was lacking, a common problem for novice cooks, but Ciel still smiled and gave positive feedback.
“I still have some work matters to handle. I’ll go back to my room first.” After speaking, Ciel slowly put down the bowl and chopsticks, walked upstairs with suddenly somewhat heavy steps.
Her simulated self was right; this was exactly the life she initially yearned for.
Find a better job, move to a better place with her sister, hang out with friends after work, not struggle for survival, enjoy life every day...
“You’ve been sick often recently, you need to eat well...” Lichie walked to the dining table and asked puzzledly, “Was my cooking too bad?”
Picking up Ciel’s bowl and taking a small sip, Lichie’s eyes showed some embarrassment. She said with a smile, “I’ll add some salt, heat it up again, and bring it to your room... By the way, your friend mailed some things over, I put them in your room for you.”
“Mm...” Ciel walked upstairs carrying her canvas bag. After returning to her room, she closed the door, locked it, leaned back against the door, and let out a long sigh.
She suddenly thought of a very old meme from her previous life.
It was a chuunibyou elementary school student leaning against a car window holding a toy gun, with the text “If I pick up the gun, I can’t embrace you; if I put down the gun, I can’t protect you.”
Ciel only thought such things appeared in memes or non-mainstream depression spaces. She never expected to encounter such a situation herself.
From the moment she activated the system and stepped into the simulation for the first time, to the moment she killed someone for the first time, Ciel already had no way back on this path.
Ciel saw the exquisite handbag her sister placed on her desk, went over, opened it. Inside was a bottle of potion, a jewelry box, and a letter.
This was mailed by Avena.
Opening the letter, Ciel saw the contents inside.
【Dear Ciel:】
【The money you sent over exceeded the amount for the potion. There were too many things, couldn’t fit. I’ll mail the extra money back to you tomorrow】
【Although I didn’t take the “Detective” path, I still hope you don’t embark on the “Assassin” path... I’m not denying your choice, it’s just that I’ve seen too many “Assassins” and “Butchers” in the family before】
【Previously you asked if I could get “Butcher.” Actually, I know where to get a more perfect potion. I’m sorry I deceived you. Maybe it was because of my selfishness; I didn’t want my friend to become like that...】
【Although the “Detective” path is difficult, I can teach you how to switch from the “Assassin” path to the subsequent “Law Officer”... provided you’re willing】
【I don’t know what exactly happened to you, and you’re unwilling to tell me. This feeling makes me very uncomfortable】
【Sorry, I seem to have rambled a bit too much this time】
【Maybe I miss you, Ciel】
【—Your Friend】
【Avena】
Ciel put down the letter.
Actually, her heart didn’t feel much. For Avena in the simulation, she hadn’t seen herself for nearly a month, but for Ciel, they just met yesterday, so it was difficult to empathize.
However, Ciel did indeed feel Avena’s sentiment.
Ciel took out the potion bottle. She decided to digest the potion first before looking for Tara.
From the moment she drank the potion, misfortune should begin brewing. The crystal bottle Ciel held seemed not like a crystal bottle, but Pandora’s box releasing demons.
Holding the crystal bottle up to her eyes, countless unknown particles floated in the pale purple liquid inside. Looking closely, they resembled thin fish scales, but judging by their softness, they clearly weren’t.
Instead, they looked like skin from some creature, sliced off piece by piece.
Ciel pulled open the potion bottle cap. A fragrant scent rushed into her nostrils, like high-end perfume, emitting a soft, fresh fragrance.
The scales originally soaked inside became agitated and swirled around, as if eager.
Ciel raised her hand and drank the potion down in one gulp.
