The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 88 - Instigation, Ritual, and Bloodletting (1/4)

Adele kept her voice extremely low, seemingly trying to avoid waking Ciel.

Before Avena could answer, Adele spoke cautiously, “Should we talk somewhere else, so we don’t disturb Ciel’s sleep...”

“It’s fine,” Avena shook her head. “We’ve already slept.”

Adele: “How long did you sleep?”

Avena: “About seven and a half hours.”

“Hmm...” Adele nodded. “That’s sufficient sleep time, good for the body.”

After a moment, Adele finally processed it, quickly counted on her fingers, then turned to Avena and asked, “You two went to sleep at 4:30?”

Avena: “Yes.”

Just as the two sat down on the sofa, their conversation seemed to have woken Ciel.

“Mmm...” Ciel, whose tense spirit had finally gotten some rest, slowly stretched languidly in bed, kicked off the blanket that had been placed over her at some point, and propped herself up slowly.

Ciel rubbed her eyes, looked towards Avena and Adele sitting on the sofa not far away, and asked indistinctly, “Is she here already...”

“Good evening... morning... Hi, Ciel.” Adele smiled and waved towards Ciel, greeting her.

Avena sat beside Adele, also looking towards Ciel.

Avena watched Ciel, who still seemed half-asleep, slowly crawl to the edge of the bed and sit there, looking at the shoes on the floor, apparently wondering who had taken them off for her.

Originally, after changing into her nightgown, Avena had planned to gently turn Ciel over so she could sleep on the pillow properly.

But just after taking off Ciel’s shoes and socks and straightening her body, as she tried to pull her hand away, Ciel, in her sleep, wrapped her arms around Avena’s waist.

Avena was certain Ciel was in a semi-conscious, hazy state at the time, but Ciel seemed to be murmuring her name.

Ciel seemed to say something like...

“Avena... don’t be shy...”

Or something similar, holding onto her waist without letting go, as if dreaming.

With her waist held, Avena could only lie beside Ciel in an almost curled-up, very awkward position, nearly half her body on the pillow, the back of her head against the headboard, while Ciel’s face naturally buried itself in her chest.

At that moment, Avena was completely stunned, feeling like her brain was about to explode, but she didn’t want to move... She could only maintain that position, letting Ciel hold her, until she herself drifted off to sleep.

Although the position was incredibly awkward, for some reason, Avena felt unusually secure, her emotions floating as if on clouds, wishing that moment would never end.

And then... she was woken up by Adele knocking on the door.

But since she had invited her, she couldn’t blame her.

Ciel had now put on her shoes and walked over to sit beside the two.

She looked fully awake now.

After sitting down, she looked at Adele and said, “Adele, long story short, I need you to sleep here for the next few days.”

Adele: “?”

You called me over in the middle of the night just for this?

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Wait, didn’t you two already sleep earlier? Now you want me to sleep here too? Sleep here for what? So you can watch me sleep?

Unreasonable.

Any normal person with a bit of self-respect wouldn’t possibly agree to such a nonsensical request.

Adele nodded gently and asked softly, “Then... are there any extra pillows...”

“You can use my pillow.” Ciel explained, “I asked you to come over so you could stay with Avena.”

“Your teacher, Sherlon, got involved with an evil cult before he died. Perhaps I don’t need to say the name for you to know. Before his death, your teacher collected a lot of information about this cult.”

Hearing about her teacher, Adele’s eyes dimmed slightly.

She greatly admired those who had saved her in times of adversity, aspiring to become as capable as them.

She admired her outstanding sister, Uris, who had cared for her since childhood.

She respected her teacher, Sherlon, who had countless students and decades of experience in surgery, having saved countless lives, including her own.

Even if she didn’t want to believe it, Adele knew that what Ciel said was likely true.

Because she had indeed found a large amount of information her teacher had collected about the Divine Advent Church in his library... It was just that at the time, Adele believed her teacher had collected it for some research purpose.

Adele looked at Ciel, hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Teacher Sherlon... he was brainwashed by the Divine Advent Church, that’s why he became like that, right?”

Hearing Adele’s question and sensing her low spirits, Ciel remained silent for a moment before saying, “No, he contacted the Divine Advent Church himself.”

Ciel never believed that lying about such things offered any real comfort.

She didn’t believe in the idea of “speaking no ill of the dead.” Good was good, bad was bad. Ciel wouldn’t whitewash a butcher who wanted to kill tens of thousands just to spare Adele’s feelings.

What surprised Ciel somewhat was that after hearing the truth, Adele didn’t become sadder; the sadness on her face actually eased slightly.

It seemed she wasn’t more saddened by her teacher’s betrayal.