The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 201 - The Terrifying "Keyman" (2/2)
A voice sounded in her mind.
“Do you need me... to kill him?”
A chaotic voice echoed in Ciel’s mind. “Time is running out.”
“No need.” Ciel shook her head, looking at the black shadow beside her, thinking inwardly, “Just pretend to resist a little, and then be driven away by him... If you still have the strength, take Tara to a safe place.”
Ciel’s purpose was to leave false information for Forte, making him investigate in the wrong direction.
If the Grim Worm pushed him too hard, even preparing to kill him, it was highly likely to force Forte to rewind again, rendering all of Ciel’s preparations useless.
However, Forte was quite resilient... Although the Grim Worm was holding back, he still lasted for a full two hours. Almost all the ordinary people in the East District were dead, yet he was still struggling but persevering. frёewebnoѵēl.com
“Is there any more blood? If not, then I’m leaving.”
The hazy voice echoed in Ciel’s mind again.
The continuous battle had consumed a lot of the Grim Worm’s power. Even after absorbing the flesh and blood of hundreds of thousands of ordinary people in the East District, it only barely lasted for another hour—their blood had an essential difference from Ciel’s blood and could not provide too much energy for the Grim Worm.
Moreover, the Grim Worm couldn’t completely use up all of Ciel’s blood. It still had to take most of it back to the Other Side. This was hard currency.
“None left.” Ciel shook her head.
She estimated that time was almost up. She couldn’t push any further. She had to let the half-crippled Forte return and investigate, to find the traces of the Society of Merriment that Ciel had deliberately left behind.
“Oh...”
The black shadow beside Ciel gradually disappeared. This sentence carried some emotion, letting Ciel hear a hint of “regret.”
Ciel wondered if it was her imagination. Did she feel that the Grim Worm’s emotions were richer?
Even though she hadn’t even activated the 【Overlimit Gear】 this time, logically speaking, the Grim Worm should have been more intellectually impaired. But it could accurately find Ciel’s location and come to demand blood.
However, it also didn’t use any forceful methods. Perhaps it also understood the difference between being full once and being full continuously.
Soon after, in Ciel’s field of vision, the black curtain in the East District began to churn towards the eastern suburbs. Ciel’s eyebrows slightly raised, but soon, the black curtain slowly dissipated in the small town in the eastern suburbs, making Ciel feel a little relieved.
Avena and the others were still in the Hamme Moor in the East District. If it continued to move towards the eastern suburbs and crossed the small town at the edge, the trouble would be significant.
The army that had been assembling on Westminster Bridge had also received orders at this moment and were rushing towards the East District. They had to deal with the riots remaining around the East District—suppressing the ordinary people who had gone mad from the influence but had not died.
About 20 minutes passed. Ciel saw a team of elite knights from the Roswell family rapidly rushing towards the Roswell Marquisate, carrying a stretcher. On the stretcher was Forte, his face half-torn, covered in blood.
If it weren’t for his distinctive white hair, Ciel might not have recognized that person, who was tormented beyond recognition, as Forte.
And the two stretchers that followed carried Princess Vitalis and Princess Windsor. They were being carried towards Vitalis Palace. However, judging by Ciel’s observation, both were beyond dead.
Leaving a complete corpse was a testament to the fortunate location of their deaths.
Next, all she had to do was quietly wait for this simulation to end, right...?
For some reason, Ciel felt a little worried in her heart. She subtly felt that things were not that simple, but she didn’t know the reason for this premonition.
She hoped it was just her imagination.
Ciel leaped down from the clock tower, landing steadily on an illusory staircase in mid-air. After several rapid descents, she landed firmly on the ground.
...
“Cough... cough cough...”
“Your Excellency Forte, please do not get up. You are severely injured. People from the Royal Medical Society will be here immediately. Please bear with it.”
A steady voice sounded in Forte’s ear. Forte, who was about to get up, was slowly pressed back down by a force.
“Cough cough...”
Forte, his internal organs ruptured, coughed up a mouthful of dark red blood. He looked from his blurry vision towards the place where the voice sounded and said, “Charles... well played...”
“Your Excellency Forte, you know that without the assistance of the Royal Orchestra, we cannot break through and enter the East District,”
Charles looked down at Forte, who was half-dead, and said with a troubled expression, “Only you can command the Orchestra.”
Forte endured the pain throughout his body and slowly took a breath, no longer speaking. He waited for treatment from the Royal Medical Society.
You are too greedy, Duke Roswell...
After this incident, the Roswell family will have to pay a price...
Fortunately, it’s all over... That monster was defeated by me...
He hadn’t expected the Divine Advent Church to have created such a terrifying thing... Had they really researched some ritual array for stable summoning of “Holy Spirits”?
All of this had to be settled after his recovery...
Now, he had to first confirm whether the crisis was truly over...
About three hours later, Forte, who had only undergone simple surgery and was out of immediate danger, stumbled into Windsor Palace with his severely injured body.
If the incident was resolved, he also had to forcefully rewind once and leave himself a clue...
Since Windsor had died in this incident, in the next rewind, he had to at least save Windsor...
Forte, who had returned with his team, pushed open the door of the mansion. At this moment, he realized something was slightly off.
Where were the servants who had stayed at Windsor’s house?
Soon, a pool of blood on the ground alerted Forte.
Someone had intruded into Windsor Palace.
Not good!
He quickly walked towards the washroom on the first floor, passed a few corpses, and pushed open the secret door inside the washroom, revealing the hidden corridor inside.
Step by step down the stone stairs to the underground level, Forte saw the underground room, which was almost completely in ruins.
The wooden table had been burned, but an ancient, thick notebook was still lying quietly on the ground.
A dagger was stuck in the notebook. A piece of paper was also attached to the dagger.
He took out the piece of paper. After scanning the contents, his pupils constricted slightly.
【You are out of the game】
【—Keyman】
He quickly took out the black box from his pocket. He directly tore off a piece of flesh that had just been stitched on and threw it in, opening the black box.
The black box greedily chewed the flesh, but it didn’t spit anything out, as if it had been empty all along.
It’s not over yet...
Forte raised his hand and clutched his head. He seemed to feel the watch chain slowly stirring in his mind.
Who exactly is the “Keyman”? Why can they force me to this situation?!
Is it that “Subverter”?
No, he must obtain more information... Duke Roswell!
Promise him more benefits, and have him investigate this matter.
Forte quickly walked out of the underground secret room, got on a horse, disregarded the wounds on his body that were reopening, and rode back to the Roswell Marquisate.
And Ciel, walking in the street at this moment, preparing to cross the East District to meet Avena and the others, slightly frowned and looked back towards the West District.
She, once again, felt the fluctuation of “Uniqueness.”
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