The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 86 - Dismembered "Radiance Bishop" (1/4)

The man raised his left hand to look at the gold watch on his wrist. The hour and minute hands pointed to 12:57.

Did I come at the wrong time?

The man looked at the half-open iron gate before him, stood for a moment, then walked straight in.

He walked all the way to the manor entrance, went straight inside, surveyed the luxurious hall, and saw the familiar emblem.

Not the wrong place.

Following the emblems, he walked into the reception hall on the right, then followed the special markings subtly woven into the intricate patterns of the carpet to the next room.

Why is no one here? Deton Manor... is it usually this empty?

The man’s high-bridged nose twitched slightly. He detected no scent of blood. Soon, he let down his guard and reached out to press the switch for the secret door.

With the sound of gears engaging and chains dragging, a passage appeared before him.

The construction here is quite decent... Unfortunately, the builder, that priestess, botched a very important matter. Upon receiving the news, I had to personally come over to understand the specific situation.

If it is determined that the priestess’s own negligence led to this major error, then I will take her to face judgment and punishment. As for this place... it will be abandoned directly.

After such a major incident, the risk of exposure is too great. Construction here clearly cannot continue. Years of operation reduced to nothing, and I still have to clean up the mess.

Building an underground sanctuary itself was a dangerous endeavor, skirting the edge of the rules.

Not only did it contribute little to the plan, but it also increased the risk of exposure. However, if the plan had succeeded, everything here would have become the priestess’s achievement, allowing her a faster promotion.

This priestess was a bit too eager for quick success.

Thinking about having to clean up the mess here, and having to quietly arrange for all those who had become cultists to lie low elsewhere, he felt a wave of exhaustion.

“Sigh.” The man sighed. Several figures in long robes emerged from behind him.

One white shadow walked ahead of the man, then slowly solidified. A man dressed in white robes appeared before the secret passage.

His ornate robes covered almost every inch of his skin, and the faceless mask concealed his expression.

At this moment, his aura transformed. The suave gentleman vanished, replaced by a cold, mechanical Bishop, seemingly devoid of emotion.

He somewhat stiffly raised his left hand. The watch hands pointed to 13:00. He could vaguely hear some sounds coming from the sanctuary at the bottom of the stairs.

Are they all down there?

Today isn’t a prayer day. Gathering down there at this time is clearly a violation of the rules.

He stepped into the secret passage. The white shadows followed suit, closing the passage door behind him before merging back into his shadow.

The Bishop descended the stairs step by step with precise movements. Halfway down, he heard a strange gunshot.

Bang—

“Hmm...”

Is something wrong?

Before he could figure out what was happening below, he heard chanting voices rising from below, like a sanctuary choir, echoing in the spiral corridor.

“In the endless darkness, I call to you, Sadhana...”

“In the rift between time and space, your existence transcends all things...”

“...”

The Bishop paused for a second, showing no expression, but in his heart, he had already sentenced this priestess to death.

Organizing a collective prayer without a Bishop present...

Are you trying to rebel?

The Bishop resumed his descent, his pace noticeably faster this time.

As he drew closer, the chanting below grew louder. It was then that the Bishop noticed something was amiss.

This... wasn’t normal chanting.

Those people were shouting the prayers as if screaming, their tones filled with madness.

For a moment, he couldn’t distinguish between the humans praying and the whispers in his own mind.

He stopped at the doorway at the bottom of the stone spiral staircase, looked at the stone door carved with the faceless deity, and placed his hand on it.

But at that very moment, he felt an intense spiritual alarm.

It was a strong warning, like directly gazing upon an indescribable entity. His hand slowly retracted slightly.

Soon, seemingly realizing something, he slowly raised both hands to cover his ears.

The mad chanting... didn’t diminish in the slightest.

He snapped his head up, looking at the wooden door before him, the expression under his mask no longer calm.

Inside... what exactly are they doing?!

Why am I being affected so strongly?

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The sounds seemed etched into his mind. No matter how he tried to calm himself, the sounds showed no sign of weakening.

The buzzing of the spiritual alarm resonated in his mind, combining with the whispers to form a symphony, its instruments composed of various bones and organs, its vocals a chorus of screams and wails.

If this continues, the anomaly here might be detected by that heretical Church of the Savior Goddess!