The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch

“This... how is this possible...”

Adele looked at the notepad in her hand, her small mouth slightly open.

Just now, she had given Ciel some questions from the notepad, wanting to test Ciel’s basic knowledge level.

But to Adele’s surprise, even as she gradually increased the difficulty, Ciel could still maintain an accuracy rate of over 90%.

Adele looked up at Ciel, who was quickly flipping through documents beside her, feeling her own insignificance for the first time.

“You... are you really just starting to read medical-related books today?” Adele asked.

“I’ve read some bits and pieces before, but didn’t finish them.” Ciel placed the book on her lap, looked at Adele, and replied, “Are you done testing?”

Compared to Adele’s shock, Ciel’s expression was very calm.

Because Adele had asked her beforehand which books she had read, Adele’s questions were basically based on those books.

This presented no difficulty for Ciel. With Photographic Memory, these were just free points.

The questions she got wrong were also sections Ciel hadn’t seen yet.

“Done... testing...”

Adele nodded with some difficulty.

Then, she looked at Ciel before her, her gaze gradually becoming firm. She said directly, “Take the ‘Physician’ path, Ciel.”

“You might be a super genius.”

Upon hearing this, Ciel just smiled and slightly shook her head, saying, “I’m just better at memorizing.”

This sentence, “just better at memorizing,” seemed to completely break Adele’s psychological defense. She threw the notepad onto the desk and buried her face in her arms on the desk.

Heaven knows how much torture she went through memorizing these things when she first started learning.

For a moment, she even felt inferior in front of Ciel—a feeling she had never experienced on her path as a “Physician.”

Adele, with her face on the desk, turned her head and stared at Ciel with puffy cheeks.

So nice... Ciel, she’s beautiful, gentle, elegant, and smart...

Envy envy envy envy...

“What’s wrong?”

Looking at Adele’s slightly resentful gaze, Ciel was a little confused and asked, “Did I get many questions wrong?”

“No.” Adele sighed softly and asked, “Which school of ‘Physician’ are you more interested in?”

Adele didn’t need to teach Ciel basic medical knowledge anymore, so Adele decided to jump directly to transcendent knowledge.

“Schools?” This touched upon Ciel’s knowledge blind spot. She asked, “What schools are there?”

Finally, a topic Ciel didn’t understand. Adele instantly straightened her back, sat up properly, turned towards Ciel, crossed her arms over her chest, and said:

“You don’t know this? No way~ Let me explain it to you.”

“Currently, the Redemption Society is divided into 3 major schools—Healing School, Potion School, and Modification School.”

“To put it simply...”

Adele paused to organize her words, then spoke.

“The Healing School specializes in using ‘Ritual Medicine’ and spiritual materials, utilizing their transcendent abilities to heal patients. It’s the largest school in terms of numbers.”

“The Potion School specializes in using various spiritual materials to create potions, using potions to treat or enhance themselves or others. This is the school I mainly research.”

“Then there’s the Modification School. They are more inclined towards the study of basic knowledge and the human body, specializing in surgical practice, and skilled at using spiritual materials to replace original body parts for enhancement... Professor Ashford mainly researches the Modification School.”

After finishing, Adele didn’t stop but began to complain to Ciel ramblingly.

“People in the Modification School are basically not normal in the head... I also heard that some people wanted to replace their own brains to get rid of whispers. Of course, they ended up dying... And the Healing School, this is the school with the most freeloaders.”

“For example, if you are shot, people from the Healing School will heal you with a ritual, but the bullet will remain in your body forever. Finally, you might still die from infection... The Modification School will advise you to replace the area where you were shot with a new one.”

“As for the Potion School... It requires learning a lot of theoretical knowledge, remembering many formulas and reactions. It has the fewest members, and this school easily transitions to the adjacent ‘Poison Master’ path, so it’s not very well-regarded within the Redemption Society.”

“Ciel, which one are you more interested in? I have dabbled in all of them.”

Adele’s legs were closed together, her hands on her knees. She leaned forward slightly, looking at Ciel with some anticipation, waiting for her reply.

Rituals, medicine, and surgery?

Ciel’s first impression in her mind was to simplify these three schools into these three words. A question surfaced in her mind.

“These three... can’t they be learned together?” Ciel asked curiously, “If you learn all of them, the effect would be better, right?”

“Learn them together?” Adele paused for a moment, then said, “Are you an idiot?”

Ciel: “?”

Ciel wouldn’t have cared if anyone else said this, but coming from Adele’s mouth, it was particularly devastating.

“There isn’t enough time to learn everything,” Adele shook her head and said, “This won’t help with the Reconstitution Ritual. Focusing on one path will allow you to digest the potion faster.”

Right.

Ciel nodded.

She had instinctively thought from the perspective of “how to better treat others,” but for transcendents, everything they did and learned was only to complete the Reconstitution Ritual.

“Let me give you an example,” Ciel seemed to think of something and asked, “If, and I mean if.”

“Doesn’t ‘Coroner’ seem quite similar to the Modification School? It’s just that one modifies corpses, and the other modifies living people.”

“If a ‘Coroner’ modifies a living person, and then returns to a state of not having drunk the potion, would that count as completing the ‘Physician’s’ Reconstitution Ritual, allowing them to drink the potion directly?”

Adele, upon hearing Ciel’s question, was slightly stunned.

After her mind processed what Ciel meant, she used her hands to support the chair beneath her, stood up directly, and walked to Ciel’s front along with the chair, then sat down. She reached out and touched Ciel’s forehead.

You don’t have a fever, do you?

Why are you talking nonsense?

Return to a state of not having drunk the potion?

How little common sense does one need to say something like that?