The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 136 - July 1st, Weather, Overcast (3/4)

A silver light flickered on Ciel. Her black and blue long hair was covered again by red, the dark purple in her eyes quickly faded.

Ciel looked at the corpse before her, dragged it into the cabinet under the kitchen counter to hide, placed all the tools on the dining table, finally took off the blood-stained long robe she wore, also placing it on the dining table.

Finally, she used the waste cloth spread on the dining table to wrap everything together, packing it into a bundle, like kitchen garbage, placed beside the trash bin.

These things just needed an opportunity to be disposed of later: burned and buried, or simply sacrifice an inexpensive transcendent item, throwing these things in when the Other Side gate opened.

Thinking about it, the Other Side is quite convenient for disposing of such “garbage,” and almost impossible for anyone to trace... just don’t know if it can be thrown in.

After handling everything, Ciel went to the washroom, washed her hands clean, then leaned back on the sofa, feeling slightly exhausted.

The smell of blood lingered in the living room, impossible to dissipate. This cozy little house, originally rented to live with her sister, now completely lacked any cozy feeling.

Save file transformation also consumed Ciel’s spirit. She leaned back against the sofa, closed her eyes, preparing to sleep for a while, not wasting any time that could recover spirit.

For the current Ciel, sleeping had changed from enjoyment and relaxation into something like a task.

About half an hour later, Ciel opened her eyes from her light sleep.

Now, everything she could do was done. The only thing Ciel could do was wait, and pray.

No... what she could do wasn’t just this.

Ciel remembered the scene from the previous simulation.

At that time, her simulated self very clearly left such a condition.

If Ciel completely obeyed the “misfortune rules,” she would also gain benefits.

If she actively maintained “calm daily life,” Ciel would receive “luck.”

But if she deliberately created a calm daily life now, is it still possible?

Her simulated self back then had absolutely no contact with transcendents, even brought her sister to the house, and found a job.

If calculated at the fastest rate, Tara should return to Berren City tomorrow. At that time, she would have to contact Tara again...

Thinking of this, Ciel shook her head.

The incident of the female thief dying early this time served as a warning to Ciel.

Any action different from her simulated self could potentially cause butterfly effects, whether serious or minor.

Ciel decided not to perform unnecessary operations that her simulated self didn’t perform last time.

Finally, Ciel decided to go upstairs, picked up the books Avena sent over before, began reading them, and when tired, started trying out drawing.

Now, whether learning or drawing, both could let Ciel temporarily forget the mental fatigue, allowing her temporary relaxation, like stepping into a comfort zone.

After all, in the three years before the simulation came, Ciel lived like this too: study, life, point A to point B.

Just like that, on the second day, the evening of the 27th, Tara knocked on Ciel’s door.

Knock knock knock—

“Lord Ciel?”

Ciel, standing behind the door, heard the familiar voice at the entrance, then directly opened the wooden door, letting Tara straight in.

After Ciel closed the wooden door, Tara, dressed in casual clothes, wearing a round-topped small beige hat, directly half-knelt before Ciel, lowering her gaze, and said:

“Lord Ciel, I have completed the task you assigned... The letter was delivered under my full supervision. Gemma had no suspicion. Just now, she has already gone to visit the Roswell family residence.”

At this moment, Tara’s small nose twitched slightly, seeming to detect a faint unusual smell, but didn’t ask.

This is... the smell of blood and corpses?

“Good.” Ciel nodded.

Then, there was nothing more for Tara to do.

Just as Ciel was about to find an excuse to send Tara away, Tara spoke again.

“Lord Ciel, do you... still need sacrifices? I can go get some more for you,” Tara looked up, towards Ciel’s face, continuing, “Letting myself be the sacrifice is also fine.”

Actually, Tara’s heart was also somewhat conflicted at this moment.

Not because her faith was shaken.

But because she was slightly divided between her spirit ascending to the divine kingdom after death to serve the Mother Goddess, and staying in reality to serve the Mother Goddess’s human vessel.

If the Mother Goddess wanted her to sacrifice herself, she certainly wouldn’t hesitate. But at the same time, Tara preferred serving the Mother Goddess’s human vessel nearby.

Does this count as betraying the Mother Goddess?

Tara struggled for a moment, then quickly gave up thinking.

One side is the Mother Goddess’s supreme spiritual kingdom, the other is the Mother Goddess’s flesh body. Both sides are the Mother Goddess, same thing.

Just that she prefers the Mother Goddess’s flesh body a bit more, this doesn’t count as betrayal.

At this moment Ciel, hearing Tara’s words, felt slightly speechless.

Ciel knew Tara was somewhat sensitive to smells; the smell of corpses and blood definitely couldn’t be hidden from her. But Ciel didn’t expect Tara to link all this to blood sacrifice again.

Making herself seem like some kind of murderer.

“Did you forget what I told you?” Ciel said calmly.

“Sorry, Lord Ciel,” Tara quickly lowered her head, whispering, “Please forgive your foolish servant. I shouldn’t have mentioned anything about... things.”

“Please punish me, Lord Ciel. Tara is willing to accept any punishment.”

Saying this, Tara drew the ritual carving knife from her waist, held it with both hands, and offered it towards Ciel.

This person... could she be a masochist?

Ciel looked at Tara kneeling before her, somewhat speechless.

Why does she ask for punishment at every turn? Why do the Divine Advent Church members she encounters seem to have strange fetishes?

But it makes sense, “Ascetics,” or rather, fanatics, are basically no different from masochists. Impossible to understand their thinking with common sense.

If she really used the carving knife to cut Tara once, maybe Tara would be ecstatic, use a transcendent item to preserve the wound, preventing it from ever healing, treating the wound given by Ciel as a medal.

Thinking carefully, this really seems like something Tara would do.

“Just find a place to settle down, remember, stay far away from me,” Ciel thought for a moment, then continued, “Do not take any action until I notify you.”

“Yes, Lord Ciel.” Tara immediately agreed, but judging from her tone, she seemed slightly disappointed.

Just don’t know if the reason for disappointment was that she didn’t cut her, or being driven away by her.