The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch

Ciel sat on the sofa in Tara’s house, weighing the blood-stained “Evil Eye” in her hand.

The Evil Eye felt slightly warm to the touch, overall like holding a smooth, warm gemstone.

In Ciel’s hand, the blood-stained “Evil Eye” stared fixedly at Ciel, but the purple blood threads inside its crystal were gradually fading.

It might be absorbing Oppold’s blood.

Soon, in Ciel’s hand, the purple blood threads completely dissipated, the pupil also vanished, revealing the original shape of the gemstone sealed artifact underneath.

No idea what its side effects are...

Ciel held the “Evil Eye” between her index and middle fingers and said, “Tara, come here.”

Tara, who had been standing behind Ciel waiting after receiving the order, quickly came forward upon hearing Ciel’s command, knelt beside the sofa, and said, “Lady Ciel, is there anything?”

“Catch.” Ciel raised her hand, tossed the eyeball towards Tara, and said emotionlessly, “Drip your blood on it.”

“Yes!” Tara clumsily caught the “Evil Eye.” Maintaining her kneeling posture, she directly pulled out a ritual carving knife from her boot and skillfully slashed her left wrist.

Blood flowed from her wrist, flowing onto the “Evil Eye,” activating it.

“Ask something about yourself.” Ciel nodded slightly and said.

“My matters...” Tara thought carefully, then looked at the “Evil Eye” already stained red in her hand and asked:

“Am I the most devout believer of ‘Mother Goddess Saldana’?”

Blood flowed past the “Evil Eye,” dripping directly onto the carpet.

Tara’s face changed, her eyes filled with disbelief, feeling like the sky was collapsing.

“Ask about danger.” Ciel reminded.

Only after hearing Ciel’s words did Tara slightly recover. She looked at the “Evil Eye” again and asked, “‘Evil Eye’, am I in any danger right now? What is the source?”

The moment Tara finished asking, a large amount of blood surged into the “Evil Eye.” Red blood drilled into the azure gemstone, forming purple veins.

These veins converged at the center into a deep purple pupil. The pupil quickly scanned around, finally locking onto Ciel.

Tara looked in the direction the “Evil Eye” was looking, her body stiffening slightly. She said somewhat awkwardly, “Lady Ciel, this sealed artifact seems to be broken...”

“Mm.” Ciel didn’t say much, just took the “Evil Eye” from Tara’s hand and calmly met its gaze.

At this moment, the pupil, originally staring firmly at Ciel, began to tremble. It soon collapsed and dissipated, the blood threads inside completely absorbed and vanished. The “Evil Eye” returned to its round gemstone form.

“It is indeed broken.” Ciel tossed the “Evil Eye” back to Tara and continued:

“Keep it for me.” Ciel didn’t know if holding a sealed artifact counted as contacting the transcendent. Anyway, it was better to hold it less.

Lucy was at Deton Manor outside the city. The defenses there were several times tighter than Oppold’s place, and many transcendents were present. Dealing with it was indeed not easy.

Moreover, the “Favored” ability was strange. To this day, Ciel still didn’t know the limits of a “Favored.”

If she rolled heads twice with the “Strong Luck Coin,” it was possible that all of Tara’s confidants wouldn’t return.

However, this situation didn’t happen.

In less than thirty minutes, one of Lucy’s severed hands was brought back, along with the “Strong Luck Coin” she held onto.

When Tara brought the severed hand before Ciel, she just shook her head and said, “Put the things away properly. Remember not to take that coin.”

Ciel didn’t know the effects of the “Evil Eye,” but the “Strong Luck Coin” had tricked Ciel before. She would never pick it up again.

The gambling nature of the Strong Luck Coin was too great. Unless directly exchanged from the system and normally kept in the inventory, Ciel would absolutely not use it.

After all, even if unused, it automatically rolled twice a day. One day, rolling tails twice would lead to an inexplicable death.

It had to be said, Lucy’s luck was truly good. She managed to live so long holding the “Strong Luck Coin.” Her life was truly hard.

However, she couldn’t defend against this cultist raid and siege—because it was unpredictable.

Ciel’s arrival would disturb Lucy’s original predictions. Unless she happened to divine again after Ciel logged into the simulation, she couldn’t possibly know she would encounter unforeseen disaster.

This way, with Lucy and Oppold dead, the feather sealed artifact would focus all its attention on her.

Ciel stood up, casually took the sharp carving knife Tara placed on the table, raised her hand directly, and summoned Tara.

“Lady Ciel...” Tara looked at Ciel holding the carving knife. Although her voice hesitated slightly, she still walked over.

Ciel directly used the carving knife to make a cut on her left wrist, letting blood drip onto the ground. Then she reversed the knife’s direction, handle towards Tara, and said, “Have your confidants cut off their fingers, two per person.”

This was Ciel’s additional layer of insurance.

Bleeding to the point where it wouldn’t affect combat effectiveness, she couldn’t sacrifice too many fingers for spiritual summoning.

Two transcendent fingers per confidant of Tara should be enough for Ciel’s sacrifice.

Tara looked at the blood under Ciel’s feet turning into thread-like shapes, slowly wriggling and arranging themselves. Her breath hitched, then a joyful expression immediately appeared on her face. She said, “Okay, I’ll go right away.”

Not using her own fingers was because Ciel considered the possibility of still being able to save the “Assassin” file.

Anyway, Tara’s confidants could even sacrifice their lives in the previous simulation. Now just asking for two fingers each was considered very merciful by Ciel.

The main reason for not directly sacrificing them was that sacrificing such a large number of cultists required an extremely large blood array, making it impossible to conceal.

She was worried it would scare the quill pen, making it afraid to appear.

After all, the quill pen was somewhat related to the Old Days. Who could guarantee it definitely couldn’t understand Ciel’s blood array like other transcendents?

In less than ten minutes, Tara had collected all the fingers.

She put these fingers into a cloth bag. The bottom of the originally brown cloth bag was stained deep red with blood, still continuously seeping outwards.

“Mm, it will be a bit dangerous next. The farther you stay away from me, the better.” Ciel took the cloth bag and said towards Tara.

“Dangerous? Lady Ciel...” Tara was about to say something but was interrupted by Ciel.

“This is an order.”

“Yes... Lady Ciel.” Tara wanted to face the risk together with Ciel, but forced by Ciel’s command, she could only temporarily dismiss her confidants, having them scatter farther away, keeping an eye out for possible dangers.

And Tara herself, after leaving the “Evil Eye,” also joined the peripheral patrol, helping Ciel guard against possible incoming transcendents from afar.

For Ciel, confronting the feather sealed artifact, the more transcendents present, the more variables might arise.

She had to try her best to restore everything to the situation of the last simulation, reducing unnecessary variables.

After making all preparations, Ciel sat back down on the sofa and closed her eyes.