The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 120 - Holy Era, Ancient Era, and Chaotic Era (3/3)

Relying on eidetic memory, Ciel’s translation progress advanced at extreme speed. When flipping books, she almost just needed to glance before turning to the next page. And when encountering those words again, Ciel could remember what she had flipped through without needing to check the book.

Unsure if this talent was limited to linguistics... If not, it would be too powerful.

In less than half an hour, all the words spoken by the feather had been roughly translated by Ciel.

Ciel didn’t directly write down these Old Ansu words but visualized them in her mind, analyzing sentence by sentence.

“So you were just part of me... No wonder you knew so much.”

“I will become more complete...”

“Stop struggling. In another day, you will completely dissipate.”

“And I, at least, still have three hundred years to research how to repair the body... Although time is short, but it’s enough.”

“Just quietly await your death. As a vessel, you should feel honored.”

“Why does it have to be the power of nature...”

“Do I have to wait until her consciousness completely dissipates... Having waited so long, a few more days don’t matter.”

I am just part of it?

This sentence, Ciel knew, she was definitely not part of it.

Because it didn’t even know itself what exactly it was missing.

As for why the other party was puzzled why she knew so much... That was natural, because Ciel had already experienced it once.

Ciel sorted out several clues.

1. The opponent was an incomplete sealed artifact, searching for a vessel, and it had been waiting for a very long time.

2. After her body was occupied by it, her consciousness would dissipate in one day at the earliest.

3. “Coroner’s” ability was classified by it as “nature” ability. Based on its definition of abilities, it could be traced back to the era it belonged to.

Of course, besides these, there was some less important information.

According to the feather sealed artifact’s deduction, “Coroner” Ciel could live for at least another 300 years by advancing...

Ciel wasn’t particularly keen on a 300-year lifespan, at least not currently.

In a world with crazy transcendent abilities, longevity didn’t necessarily mean a good thing, especially in this transcendent system where spirit was extremely important.

Time would wear away your anchors. When you look back on the past and can no longer find anything to support your will’s existence, you are not far from madness.

“Nature” power became one of Ciel’s investigation targets.

A silver light flashed. The 【Endless Manual of Instant Forgetfulness】 appeared in Ciel’s hand.

She picked up the dip pen, dipped it in some ink, and began writing on it in Chinese.

【Exploring the “Nature” affix might become a breakthrough in finding information about that sealed artifact】

【Borrow the “Substitute Death Relic” from Avena, but it must be activated after being possessed, when unable to control the body. This requires you to devise a method, as your time is much more ample than mine】

Ciel paused her writing slightly, thought for a moment, then continued writing.

【To make the feather sealed artifact appear, Lucy and Oppold must die. If you really can’t think of a way, have Tara go back and summon reinforcements in advance】

【Good luck, my simulated self】

Ciel stopped writing. A silver light flashed. The endless manual disappeared, returning to the system inventory.

She tidied up the desk, took off her shoes and socks, lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes.

Her simulated self this time had a full 27 days of free action time. Honestly, Ciel didn’t arrange too many tasks for her simulated self.

Previously, she packed the schedule tightly, but the originally planned 96-day simulation ended after only 44 days, with her simulated self dying.

After all, the situation was also different. Previously, it required 100 Fate Points; Ciel naturally wanted more intelligence.

But now, only consuming 10 points, Ciel’s point crisis wasn’t as severe. In this case, completing the most important task was enough.

As for the free time, let her simulated self arrange it.

Ciel, with her eyes closed, saw the system screen flash silver in the darkness before her.

Ciel slowly spoke in her mind.

“Future Days.”

“No.0.”

Silver light covered everything before Ciel’s eyes, swallowing all her senses.

A few seconds later, noisy sounds came from her ears. Ciel opened her eyes.

...

【Future Days】

【Holy Year 741, July 21st, 16:00】

【Countdown – 23:59:59】

The system countdown began, and the interface gradually disappeared from Ciel’s sight.

The double vision before her eyes gradually merged, and the noise became specific language.

Bang bang bang—

“Silence!”

A somewhat familiar voice came from behind. Ciel turned around and saw Baron Hastings sitting behind the ornate wooden long table. He now wore a silver-white curly wig, sitting sternly at the highest position.

The sign before him indicated his current identity—Magistrate.

Ciel turned her head, looked at her own desk, quietly moved the sign in front slightly backward, and saw the words on it.

Clerk.

A notebook lay before her. Ciel was currently wearing plain black robes, holding a quill pen, recording the case before her.

Prosecutors and defense lawyers sat at tables to the left and right below. The jury box held over a dozen agitated citizens shouting loudly, seemingly insulting the criminal awaiting judgment in the center.

This is the Magistrate’s Court?

The job Baron Hastings promised her before?

Why did her simulated self go find a job?

Ciel didn’t see any notebook on her person or before her. Information inside the endless manual wasn’t shared.

But Ciel wasn’t anxious. Instead, she took a deep breath and patiently continued recording based on the previously recorded content.

The notebook explaining the situation wasn’t even around...

And she inexplicably found a job...

Even if her simulated self and real self had minor disagreements due to different tasks, she would never do anything inexplicable.

She must have her reasons for doing this.

The trial seemed to be nearing its end. Ciel decided to observe quietly. After quickly finishing the recording, she began flipping through the previously recorded material.

Berren City Mint?

Roughly flipping through the records, Ciel generally understood what kind of case this was.

This was a case where factory workers sued the factory owner. This case wouldn’t have normally gone to trial, but previous worker rallies, protests, and strikes pushed it to the Magistrate’s Court.

The initial cause was two mint workers dying from overwork, but the mint offered no compensation. Their bodies were still placed outside the mint now.

The mint director was a merchant from a noble family but hadn’t obtained a title. In this awkward situation, his style became a mix of noble arrogance and merchant self-interest.

To avoid paying compensation to these “lowly” workers, he directly hired Blackwater Gang members to intimidate the deceased’s families.

The deceased’s families just wanted an apology but were beaten severely. Under these circumstances, the mint workers, who had long worked in poor conditions for low wages, were finally ignited, taking to the streets to protest. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

This protest rally seemed to have the backing of the Church of the Savior Goddess, as workers were their main believers; they had to seek some justice for them.

Ciel in the previous simulation hadn’t paid attention to matters in Clock Tower Alley, so she didn’t record this rally and march. But working at the court this time, she learned about it.

However... this didn’t change anything.

With Hastings declaring the merchant not guilty, it was also time for Ciel to get off work. After bidding farewell to Baron Hastings, she picked up her canvas bag and boarded the carriage heading back.

Ciel recognized this carriage because of the Roswell family crest on it. Riding this carriage to work was akin to delivering takeout in a Rolls-Royce in her previous life.

She had no intention of standing up for those workers, because Ciel knew that soon enough, the merchant would “miraculously” convert to the Church of the Savior Goddess and pay a large sum of atonement money.

As for whether he could live, that depended on his fortune later.

Ciel opened the canvas bag, saw a notebook inside, took it out, and began flipping through it directly.