The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 142 - The Great North Ansu Famine (3/4)

Although very unwilling to recall, Avena still forced herself, replaying all her actions just now in her mind, lightly pursing her lips.

What’s wrong with me... how could I act so immaturely and irrationally...

In the eyes of Ciel, who seemed always calm, what’s the difference between this and a sulking child?

Clearly, I was never like this before... But before Ciel, Avena seemed to have shed the disguise she wore before others, like an ordinary young girl, sulking when supposed to, shy when supposed to, happy when supposed to...

“Ciel...” After hesitating for a moment, Avena extended her right hand, patted the sofa beside her, saying, “Sit here.”

Ciel obediently sat beside Avena, their shoulders touching. After a moment of silence, Avena said, “Sorry, Ciel, I was being a bit unreasonable just now.”

Ciel didn’t speak, just extended her left hand, the back of her hand resting on Avena’s right leg, fingers spread, palm facing up.

Initially, Avena didn’t understand what this meant, but after hesitating for a moment, Avena gently placed her right hand on Ciel’s left hand, fingers tightly intertwined.

The strength in Ciel’s hand made Avena’s heart feel slightly warm, as if everything was understood without words.

But Ciel’s next sentence made the warmth in Avena’s heart rise directly along her neck to her cheeks.

“Then is there any compensation tonight?” Ciel asked.

The moment she heard this sentence, Avena’s hand was about to withdraw from Ciel’s palm, but Ciel’s strength was too great, making Avena unable to move almost at all even with full force.

Big trouble!

“No.” Avena said expressionlessly.

“What a pity.” Ciel didn’t push too far, directly released her hand.

This made Avena, who was secretly struggling, directly withdraw her hand. But after withdrawing her hand, Avena seemed slightly regretful. Her right hand paused slightly in mid-air, before crossing again before her chest.

“Wasted too much time, the banquet has almost started.” Avena stood up, didn’t look back at Ciel, quickly walked towards the room door.

She urgently needed the cold wind outside to cool her cheeks.

At this moment, Ciel, having enjoyed enough of the shy Avena, also stood up contentedly. She slightly adjusted her clothes before the mirror, only feeling very happy now.

Seeing the usually cold-faced Avena showing so many different expressions before her, Ciel felt extremely happy. She seemed to have found a source of joy, a new way to restore Sanity—teasing Avena.

By the time Ciel finished tidying her appearance and walked out of the room, Nia had already been waiting at the door for a short while.

Upon seeing Ciel, Nia lowered her head slightly, saying, “Miss Ciel, Young Mistress has already gone down first. She said you prefer to be low-key, asked you to come down with me later.”

“Okay, thank you.” Ciel smiled and nodded at Nia.

At this moment, Nia seemed to notice a slight damage on Ciel’s lips. After hesitating for a moment, she asked, “Miss Ciel, do you need some recovery potion? Your lips have some external injury.”

“Okay... Is there external medicine? The kind for bruises?” Ciel thought for a moment, then asked.

“Yes, I’ll go get it for you.” Nia nodded, simultaneously feeling slightly sorry for the harmless-looking Ciel in her heart.

Don’t be fooled by Lady Avena’s usual coldness. In fact, her personality is extremely strong, decisive, and brooks no argument.

Poor Miss Ciel... must have been bullied fiercely by Young Mistress just now. Perhaps even has bruised injuries in unseen places. In contrast, Young Mistress, besides looking somewhat flushed, seemed completely fine.

After all, one is an ordinary person, the other a second-tier transcendent. One is a commoner with no power, the other a great noble almost destined to stand at the core of power... The relationship between the two, no matter what, is unlikely to be equal. Poor Ciel has almost no room to fight back or resist.

However, the matter between these two is their private affair. Nia couldn’t say much, just quickly went to get potions and wound medicine.

Can only find an opportunity to remind Lady Avena to be gentler, after all, Miss Ciel’s body is weak and she’s ill.

After bringing the items to Ciel, Ciel spent about ten minutes in the room treating the bruises on her body herself, then put on her clothes again, following Nia downstairs.

At this time, there were no nobles in the main hall, only a few unfamiliar nobles and merchants smoking cigars and sniffing snuff in the drawing room.

Ciel walked straight out the main door, looked towards the garden, happened to see Avena surrounded by nobles in the center.

At this moment, Avena held a champagne glass, elegantly and calmly answering questions from those around her, chatting with others, as if nothing happened just now.

If not for the silk slip rubbing against her chest causing slight pain when walking, Ciel would also think nothing happened just now.

What surprised Ciel slightly was that she saw Baron Hastings and Amy. Baron Hastings seemed surrounded by many people talking eloquently, occasionally clinking glasses and drinking, while Amy sat at a dining table not far away, silently nibbling dessert.

If she remembered correctly, this was the first time Baron Hastings received an invitation, right? But now it seemed, his side was the most crowded place besides Avena? And judging from the attire, mostly wealthy merchants. freewebnσvel.cøm

Ciel walked carefully, minimizing upper body movements to avoid the slip continuing to rub her chest. She didn’t disturb Avena, but slowly walked towards Amy.

At this moment, the corner of Avena’s eye also noticed Ciel slipping past quietly. Seeing her walking slightly bent over, recalled what she did, guilt surged in her heart.

Tonight... still have to give some “compensation” to Ciel... Avena thought silently.