The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 135 - Sense of Crisis Not Present in the Simulation (1/2)

Mother Goddess... where are you?

In the dark alley, a small figure faced the wall blocking the path ahead, slowly closed her eyes, and silently prayed in her heart.

This was a prayer she had performed countless times. How she wished for a response, just once.

Not long ago, just as she was about to set sail, heading to other continents to develop new parishes, she finally heard a response during her prayer.

In that hazy response, It mentioned a place called “Berren City,” and two illusory figures of young women. She could only remember the hair of one illusory figure was approximately red.

This is top secret, must not be revealed, otherwise you will lose your life—this was the final advice the voice gave her.

The small figure slowly opened her eyes, a trace of confusion in her dark green pupils.

But... Berren City’s permanent population is at least 180,000 to 190,000—and that’s data from a year ago. Now Berren City is undergoing major industrial expansion, the population is only increasing.

Finding two young women whose appearances aren’t even clear among so many people?

And in a region where local cultists were just completely annihilated?

This difficulty is comparable to finding a uniquely colored shell in a lake—and without being discovered by other fish in the lake.

But no matter how she prayed, the mysterious voice and the illusory projection never appeared in her mind again.

However, Tara didn’t sigh. This was just a trial given to her by the Mother Goddess. If she couldn’t even pass this trial, then she wasn’t worthy of receiving the divine oracle transmitted by the Divine Servant. Better to commit suicide early and find the Mother Goddess in the divine kingdom to apologize.

“Hm?”

Tara suddenly looked up, towards a certain direction in the distance.

The sound coming from there... initially Tara thought it was just whispers or some environmental noise. Because it was too faint, it was difficult to perceive.

But after calming down to pray just now, she noticed that sound instead.

It was Him, calling her over.

Tara’s figure gradually distorted and dissipated, leaving behind a white afterimage. Soon, the afterimage also merged into the ground, flying close to the ground towards Tara’s location.

Ten minutes later, Tara stood before a villa.

This place is dangerous... High-end districts like this are very likely to have transcendents, or nobles holding sealed artifacts who know transcendent secrets.

But as she approached this exquisite villa, Tara became more certain in her heart.

This wasn’t some trap. Although the whispers were low and mixed, she could increasingly feel a sense of closeness as she approached.

This was a sensation only those holding the Mother Goddess’s mark could perceive.

There are still believers alive? And a noble?

Being able to sense from such a distance, at least a believer holding a bishop’s emblem... To survive this major cleansing, they must be an exceptionally skilled transcendent infiltrator.

Now even Tara didn’t know the situation at the Deton Manor stronghold. Only after other believers infiltrated and transmitted information could she know what happened inside.

If contact could be successfully established, she might obtain some useful information.

A white shadow emerged from behind Tara, leaped directly onto the house, stopped on a terrace. Then, Tara’s figure distorted and dissipated, swapping positions with the white shadow.

The place where the terrace door opened was a room... The entire house only had light source in this room.

However, the curtains blocked Tara’s view, preventing her from seeing the situation inside clearly.

Finding the Mother Goddess is paramount.

Tara walked directly to the glass door, reached out, and gently pulled the glass door open.

Then, she slowly lifted a corner of the curtain, looking inside the room.

Two gas lamps were lit in the room. The light was slightly dim, but enough for Tara to distinguish the objects inside.

Tara just looked inside, and her body stiffened slightly.

On an exquisite white wooden stool sat a young woman tossing a dagger in her hand. She was tossing the dagger, watching herself, as if waiting for herself here long ago.

Ambushed?

No... not, red hair?!

The young woman’s red hair gradually overlapped with the figure with suspected red hair from the previous illusory image... Tara’s eyes widened slightly.

After seeing Tara, the beautiful red-haired young woman stopped tossing the dagger, raised her hand, and directly threw the dagger towards the bed.

Buzz—!

At this instant, a terrifying buzzing sounded in Tara’s mind. On the large bed, a terrifying white figure condensed into shape almost instantly, directly raising its hand to catch the dagger.

Upon seeing the white figure, Tara first froze for a second, then instantly became extremely excited, almost screaming out loud.

Familiar whispers... intimate aura...

Lord... Lord Divine Servant?!!

Even though the terrifying whispers already caused double images and hallucinations before her eyes, she couldn’t move her gaze away.

In the corner of Tara’s eye, the red-haired young woman just hooked her finger. The insect wings with white fluorescence unfolded behind the Divine Servant retracted. Holding the dagger, it obediently walked beside the red-haired young woman, then... knelt down halfway.

“Mother Goddess...”

The Divine Servant respectfully extended its hand, handed the dagger to the young woman, then its figure distorted and dissipated, as if never appeared.

And Tara, who had been following the Divine Servant’s movements, her final gaze also rested on the red-haired young woman.

Mother... Goddess?

After meeting the young woman’s gaze, Tara’s body trembled with excitement.

At this moment, she could no longer suppress the excitement in her heart, almost scrambling as she lifted the curtain and crawled inside, moving forward on her knees before the red-haired young woman’s legs, pressing her forehead against the ground.

“Mother Goddess... Sorry, your foolish servant is late. I am willing to accept any reprimand, punishment... even my life.”

Tara was so nervous she became incoherent, completely losing her usual composure. The prayers previously memorized by heart, almost engraved in her mind, were completely forgotten at this moment.

This was also related to being mentally disturbed by directly looking at the Divine Servant.

Being able to see the Divine Servant described in the scriptures already made Tara ecstatic, and the Divine Servant’s performance shocked Tara beyond measure.

It’s actually real... It’s actually the Mother Goddess...

This young woman is the Mother Goddess’s human vessel? The shell She uses to walk the world, carrying Her will?

After waiting for a long time, finally, from above Tara’s head, came the young woman’s plain and cold voice.

“Let’s talk somewhere else.”

“Yes! Mother Goddess!”