The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 202 - "Uniqueness" That Affects Reality (1/5)

Ciel quickly summoned the system and looked at the time.

More than five hours had passed since this restart. It would soon be close to the time of the previous restart.

Could it be...

...

A sense of humiliation he hadn’t felt in a long time surged into Forte’s heart.

A “Subverter”... just a Tier 3...

To actually push him to such a state...

Good... very good...

The feeling of being churned in his mind rose again.

Forte’s eyes were now bloodshot. He suddenly raised his right hand and touched his cheek. He felt as if non-existent flames were burning the non-existent flesh on his face.

This time, could he only rewind a little over five hours...? This was something he had never encountered before.

Although the rewind time was also quite random in the past, it would always exceed 24 hours...

Forte quickly pulled out a delicate small knife, aimed it at his cheek, and began to guide the direction of the flesh’s disappearance.

【Protect】【Windsor】

With only 24 grams of flesh and blood as an opportunity, he couldn’t leave much information. He had to leave sufficiently accurate information...

Forte quickly left Windsor Palace, got on his horse again, and galloped towards the Roswell Marquisate. But when he saw the Roswell Marquisate, he found Duke Roswell already standing at the entrance, calmly looking at Forte who had arrived.

“Your Excellency Forte, welcome again... You seem to be in a hurry?” Charles showed a formal smile and said.

Damn Charles... He definitely found something.

“Windsor Palace was invaded. This is a place you are responsible for protecting.” Forte said. The half of his face without skin and flesh made him look exceptionally terrifying.

“Our guards’ first thought was to help you, Your Excellency Forte. Your life is the top priority,”

Charles’s face showed a hint of regret. “By the time we realized someone was drawing us away, it was already too late.”

“Who did it, Charles.”

Forte suppressed his inner rage and tried to speak calmly. The burns on his face reminded him that his time was running out.

“You are too impatient, Your Excellency Forte. You should first recover from your injuries. We will investigate slowly...”

“Who! Charles!”

Forte’s fingers twitched slightly. He really wanted to directly blast the other party’s head with a sonic boom.

But this was the “Eye of Judgement.” The more eager you were to attack, the harder it was to break through the other party’s defenses—whether physically or mentally.

Forte suppressed the throbbing pain in his lungs, took a deep breath, and said, “I will release command of the Royal Orchestra, allowing you to command one-third of the troops. At the same time... you can place someone inside the Orchestra as a ‘Reviewer’.”

As soon as Forte finished speaking, he saw Charles directly raise his right hand. A piece of paper shimmering with pale blue light and printed with the Eye of Order appeared in Charles’s hand.

“Please sign, Your Excellency Forte.”

Charles smiled, holding out the Eye of Order contract.

This time, his smile was finally genuine.

Shit.

Forte cursed inwardly. He directly raised his hand, quickly scanned the pre-written text on it, then wiped his face and pressed his bloody handprint on it.

The Roswell family had coveted the power of the Orchestra for a long time. Even without the command of the Orchestra, just inserting a “Reviewer” meant that the Roswell family had obtained the potion formula and reconstitution ritual for “Musician”—and through legitimate channels.

This not only divided Forte’s power but also tied the Roswell family more closely to the royal family—because Charles would absolutely not do anything to threaten the royal family. He only sought the stable continuation of his family.

This was something Charles had been planning for a long time. Forte had always known about it, but at this moment, Charles finally found an “opportunity.”

Of course, this opportunity was merely an “opportunity” that Charles thought he had.

As long as it restarted, everything would become nothingness. The ambitious Charles could only continue to be his lackey.

“The intruder, who is it...” Forte asked through gritted teeth.

“In fact, I wonder if you’ve been back to your mansion,” Charles said unhurriedly, “Your mansion was also invaded. All the servants inside are dead...”

“According to our investigation, we have initially ruled out some organizations in the city because the death of many people was too peaceful.”

“Based on the footprints left at the scene, there were no less than five intruders. At least one with strong physical quality, a transcendent of the ‘Stealth Hunter,’ ‘Fanatic,’ ‘Judicator’ type. At least two ‘Dream Thiefs.’ One ‘Blood Painter’ mentally controlling transcendent.”

“Preliminary conclusion... you have been targeted by a high-ranking member of the Society of Merriment, Your Excellency Forte.”

Saying this, Charles paused for a moment, then continued, “The reason for this conclusion is because we captured one of the ‘Dream Thiefs’ and extracted a name from her.”

“Who?” Forte pressed.

“Keyman, Your Excellency.” Charles slowly said, “They are not dead. Deton Group was played.”

Keyman! Them again?!

“Cough cough...”

The throbbing pain in his brain made Forte hunch over, coughing up a mouthful of blood. He knelt on the ground, trembling, and took out the carving knife, continuing to guide the illusory wounds on his face.

【Protect】【Windsor】

【Title】【Key】【man】

【Subverter】

【Society of Merriment】

Besides these, a symbol of the Divine Advent Church and a symbol of the Church of the Savior Goddess intertwined, were carved by Forte.

【Other Side】【Monster】

Finally, the intense throbbing made Forte’s vision go black. He almost fainted.

“Your Excellency Forte, what’s wrong? You, quickly, call for a ‘Reborn’ from the Royal Medical Society, quickly!”

Charles knelt down and helped Forte up, quickly ordering a “Crown Guard” beside them to get help.

Although he wanted to seize some power, he didn’t want Forte to die.

Princess Vita was dead. The Queen also couldn’t control the Orchestra and the Queen’s Sword for the time being. Charles would not allow the Queen’s regime to be unstable.

At least in the matter of supporting the monarchy, Forte and Charles’s interests were aligned.

Forte, half-conscious and half-awake, saw the silver watch chain before his eyes, its ends linked together, wriggling in a strange loop of “∞”.

An intense urge made him use his last bit of strength to look towards the park not far away.

In his bloodshot eyes, among the marching army formations, a strange figure holding a pocket watch was sitting on a park bench, seemingly leisurely checking the time.

Although it was just a back view, and the hair was just the common brown of Ansu, it was so striking in Forte’s strong perception.

Keyman...

How dare you...

Forte spat out a mouthful of blood. The last bit of energy dissipated with it. He fell to the ground, his eyes still fixed on Ciel, but his breathing had stopped.

His body was also rapidly growing cold.

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