The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch
Chapter 197 - Then! Kill Him! (3/3)

“Damn it...”

Silver light flickered. A sharp gunblade appeared in Ciel’s right hand. She quickly raised the gunblade and fiercely flicked it upwards—a finger was completely sliced off by her.

【Overlimit Gear】!

Overlimit 【Headhunter】!

Overlimit 【Deadly Blood Roland】!

【Spiritual Summoning】!

Little Left!

The barrel of Deadly Blood Roland was instantly covered in silver cracks. Blood continuously flowed from her left hand, but it did not automatically draw a blood array on the ground like when activating Spiritual Summoning...

Damn it! It’s a side effect!

【Spiritual Summoning】 had already been overloaded and was disabled in this simulation!

Bang—

Ciel quickly pulled the trigger, aiming at Forte.

“Boom—!”

A blazing silver firelight erupted from Blood Roland’s barrel. A seed bullet covered in silver cracks shot towards Forte’s head.

“Heh...”

Forte chuckled. Before Ciel pulled the trigger, illusory piano keys quickly assembled in front of him. After Ciel pulled the trigger, he raised his hand and directly pressed a chord.

Buzz—

An invisible sound wave barrier instantly rose, blocking in front of him. He just watched the bullet fly towards his head, without any dodging movements.

But just as the bullet was about to hit the sound wave barrier, the rapidly flying bullet instantly turned ninety degrees in the air, shot straight up into the sky, shattered the glass overhead, then reversed its direction, made a one hundred eighty degree turn, and shot towards Forte’s head from the air, the silver light pouring down.

“Hmm?”

Noticing the terrifying anomaly of the bullet, Forte’s expression changed slightly. He fiercely swiped several notes on the keyboard. A violent wave of sound directly pushed him away. He crashed through the glass and was sent flying backwards more than ten meters.

The sound wave ripped open the buttons of his clothes and his shirt, revealing his uneven muscle blocks inside. Each block was of a different color, as if stitched together from countless different pieces of flesh and blood. It was almost impossible to find a single complete piece of original flesh on his entire chest and abdomen.

And at this moment, the silver bullet from just now traced a path of silver light and slammed into the ground where Forte had been standing, from top to bottom, burying itself in the soil.

Did he dodge it?

Forte dared not be so certain, because he could feel that the ground where the bullet had just struck was still emitting a slight vibration.

Forte suddenly looked up. The figure of the red-haired young girl was no longer by the bed. Even the finger that was on the ground earlier had been picked up.

She actually managed to escape?!

This is absolutely not a “Law Officer”!

Is this the “Subverter” Vita mentioned?

Only a cunning “Subverter” could possibly have escaped right under his nose.

Just as Forte was about to press the piano keys in front of him, using low-frequency resonance to break through illusions and search for the “Subverter’s” tracks, a silver Roland flower emerged from the soil and began to spread towards Forte at a terrifying speed.

Damn it!

Forte changed registers. The piano keys buzzed, creating another barrier.

Could this be the work of that “Subverter”?

What exactly is her purpose?

Is she... from the Society of Merriment? Did they realize they were being used?

...

Windsor Palace was in chaos. Under the terrifying commotion, Ciel tightly gripped her finger and quickly ran through the streets.

She took out her handkerchief and bandaged her finger as she ran. The pain from completely ruptured blood vessels still tormented her. At the moment, her arm had almost completely turned purple and was abnormally swollen.

An ordinary carriage suddenly appeared before Ciel. Ciel directly climbed into the carriage. Then, the fabricated coachman swung his whip, driving the carriage forward.

To onlookers, this was just an ordinary carriage driving on the street.

Enduring the intense pain in her arm, four choices appeared before Ciel’s eyes at this moment.

Find Lucy, borrow her luck. Today, she can roll heads twice.

Find Adele and Tara. Treat her arm, and also stop Tara from having the followers break into prison... Ciel, without 【Spiritual Summoning】 now, can no longer use those followers for sacrifices.

Find Princess Vita... Torture her for information on Forte’s “Uniqueness”—she definitely knows something, otherwise she wouldn’t have talked to me like that before!

There is also... suicide. Withdraw from this simulation. She has angered Forte, who holds “Uniqueness.” This simulation is basically invalidated...

But...

She was not willing.

She had indeed completed the task she had initially set for herself. She had probed out one of the trump cards.

But Ciel had completely failed to find any means to deal with this trump card. She couldn’t even get a single piece of information about it.

What if the other party used this trump card in reality? How should she deal with it?

She didn’t want to gamble. She didn’t want to gamble that the “Uniqueness” in Forte’s hand couldn’t affect reality.

At the very least, she had to find some countermeasures.

Directly committing suicide to “escape” this simulation?

She would not allow it. The “Subverter” potion within her was also boiling and roaring, rapidly operating along with her thoughts.

Kill him! Force him to do it again!

The intense pain in her left arm caused Ciel’s eyes to become bloodshot. She gritted her teeth and had the carriage turn around.

The carriage galloped towards Cecile Palace.