The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch
Chapter 205 - The Shriek of the Box of Soul Instigation (1/2)

Because she needed to save the “Detective” file, Ciel’s investigation was very conservative.

She didn’t even take Amy to try and recruit Eleanor as her subordinate—even if she were to do these things, it would have to be in the last few hours of the simulation, under the premise of guaranteed survival.

The final hours of this simulation had already been booked by the trip to Windsor Palace, so Ciel gave up on other aggressive actions.

She didn’t know if this was related to the “Detective” potion. At the moment, Ciel’s mindset was that she would rather do fewer things than make mistakes.

However, tonight was not without any gains. At least Ciel had taken a stroll through the West and East Districts and gained some understanding of the living conditions and social state of Ansu City.

The news of the Queen’s speech today was the most attention-grabbing news and also sparked a lot of discussion about North Ansu.

When she conversed with some civilians in the East District, she received a very consistent opinion.

That was a general exclusion and dislike of North Ansu and the refugees from North Ansu.

Even without the great famine, people from North Ansu were usually seen as members of the lowest social class.

Especially after this great famine, with tens of thousands of refugees pouring into major cities from the south, particularly among the lower and middle classes, the negative prejudice against North Ansu intensified.

Refugees from North Ansu were often considered lazy, dirty, and undisciplined, and even seen as “outsiders” who threatened Ansu’s labor market and social order. Almost no one treated them as people from the same country.

Coupled with the fact that most civilians in Ansu City believed in the Church of the God of Order, while the Church of the Savior Goddess was the main belief in North Ansu, religious differences increased this discrimination and antagonism.

At present, the only ones who would provide relief and aid to the refugees from North Ansu in Ansu City were the Church of the Savior Goddess.

Some nobles and the Church of the God of Order held charity events with a savior complex, but the number of refugees they helped was only a small portion of the total, mainly for publicity.

Most importantly, the vast majority of people from North Ansu supported the restoration and independence of Orlando, which made the contradictions increasingly evident.

In the worst slums of the East District, Ciel saw refugees from North Ansu, living worse than rats, fighting fiercely over a moldy potato.

Some refugees from North Ansu had even started to band together, forming small gangs and criminal organizations—these were unavoidable.

Ciel had always thought about the problems between Ansu and North Ansu with the mindset of a modern person. Therefore, she felt that Forte’s actions of eradicating the nobles of North Ansu were cruel and would lose public support if exposed. She also felt that Adele’s and Amy’s idea of helping the people of North Ansu was normal.

But from the current social sentiment, if Forte’s actions were truly exposed, he would instead gain the support of the vast majority of people in Ansu.

What a surreal world.

Late at night, Ciel stood on the street. Dirty raindrops fell before her eyes. The smell of coal smoke and metal was replaced by the smell of sulfur mixed with dust and rotten sewage.

As night fell, she was met with many greedy stares. Not many laws could restrain this area in the Holy Church District, which was prone to crime. She quickened her pace with Tara and left the area.

After arriving at a deserted alley, Ciel took a deep breath and began to quickly murmur in Chinese.

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...”

She looked at the system time before her and softly recited the single numbers in Chinese, looping from 1 to 10 continuously. She wasn’t concerned about Tara being behind her.

She can say about 9 rounds of 1 to 10 in 10 seconds...

Silver light flashed in Ciel’s hand. A box with a crack appeared in her hand.

【Box of Soul Instigation】

In such a state of confusion, it might be able to give her a hint.

She didn’t know if this sealed artifact would consider chanting Chinese numbers as words. To be safe, Ciel decided to use Ansu language. The speed should not be much slower.

Saying 90 words in 30 seconds was quite simple—if she knew the rule in advance.

Ciel muttered some meaningless phrases in her mouth while slowly drawing her thumb across the crack—

A drop of blood dripped down the crack.

As Ciel chanted in a low voice, the black box in her hand began to vibrate rapidly. After about ten seconds, the crack in the black box slowly opened, and a piercing shriek exploded from inside.

“Hehehehe! Windsor! Fresh and delicious brain! Hahahaha!!!”

The piercing explosion and sinister laughter echoed through the night sky. Instantly, silver light flashed in Ciel’s hand. The Box of Soul Instigation returned to Ciel’s system inventory.

“Damn it... Tara, let’s go.”

Ciel cursed and quickly ran out of the alley with Tara.

The shriek of the Box of Soul Instigation attracted many curses. The lights in the surrounding houses gradually lit up. Many people opened their windows and looked into the alley, but they didn’t see any figures.

Activating this thing was like someone receiving a call on their phone during an important meeting and the phone playing an anime song at maximum volume. It was a very awkward experience.

Only after returning to the West District did Ciel’s pace gradually slow down.

Fortunately, she didn’t activate this thing in the West District... It was too troublesome...

She had originally thought it would give her hints in her mind or something. It turned out to be a small speaker with the volume turned up to maximum...

But what it said...

Windsor’s brain?

What kind of hint is this?