The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 123 - "Fate Renegade’s Touch" and Reminiscence (2/5)

Ciel gently shook the feather and saw the residual blood-red ink inside the central crystal tube, like a blood line on the feather’s central shaft.

About half remaining...

What is its specific function?

Able to summon even meteorites, it’s definitely not simple...

And for some reason, Ciel felt a strange sense of closeness from this quill pen.

This feeling was very similar to the feeling the “Gambler” save file had when facing cultists with the same “Sadhana Mark,” but slightly different.

This feeling made Ciel feel somewhat strange, because she had never contacted this quill pen sealed artifact before. She didn’t even know what this pen’s function or side effects were.

When she blew her head off just now, quite a bit of blood should have splattered onto it, but she didn’t feel anything now... Dripping blood again probably wouldn’t have any effect either.

But what could be confirmed now was that there was definitely something on this quill pen related to herself, or the system.

However, this sense of closeness seemed only perceivable by herself. Otherwise, in the previous simulation, the quill pen, having already locked onto her, wouldn’t have waited until the other two were completely dead before locking onto her.

The quill pen itself couldn’t feel this closeness.

Ciel temporarily couldn’t understand or explain this situation, only hoping the quill pen’s already intelligent spirit could reveal some information.

Casually putting the quill pen into her pocket, Ciel raised the “Substitute Death Relic” before her.

The feeling of weakness and dizziness hadn’t dissipated yet. The noisy voice of the spirit in her mind also gave her a headache.

Especially since these voices were in half-understood Old Ansu script, making it even more headache-inducing for Ciel to listen.

There was still plenty of time. She could try to obtain some information in the remaining time.

The birdcage-shaped golden small pendant swayed gently in Ciel’s hand. The relic bones inside the cage burned with purple flames.

The flames burned fiercely, almost enveloping the entire birdcage. In the heart of these flames was a familiar raven phantom, though much smaller than the shadow she saw in the sky before.

“(Old Ansu) Quiet.” Ciel spoke, standard Old Ansu script read according to phonetic notation, also one of the few words Ciel had already memorized.

Maybe after memorizing the entire dictionary next time, Ciel could roughly understand what the other party said.

Ciel’s words didn’t seem to make the other party stop in the slightest. However, Ciel was very patient, just waiting quietly, seeing how long the other party could shriek in her mind.

Just as Ciel was thinking whether to simply sleep for a while to alleviate the dizziness, she saw her finger flicker.

The side effect 【Temporal Disorder】 began to take effect.

This distortion and flickering quickly spread throughout Ciel’s body. After a flash of silver light, a figure wearing a half-face silver wolf mask sat on the sofa, pink tentacles and spiritual light flickering deep within her pupils.

This baffling transformation made the spirit’s struggle in the cage and the shrieking in Ciel’s mind quiet down for a moment.

Ciel took off the mask from her face, placed it face down on the table, then leaned back against the sofa, crossed her right leg over her left, and began swinging the birdcage in one hand.

“(Old Ansu) Where’d you go? Why no sound?” Ciel smiled, continuously swinging the necklace in her hand, faster and faster. The golden pendant and purple flames traced a circular purple-gold afterimage.

Sure enough, after Ciel started swinging the necklace and taunting, the phantom in the cage, after a brief silence, directly spread its wings.

The purple flames in the cage began burning frantically, already covering the entire birdcage.

In Ciel’s vision, the relic bones inside the cage were dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this terrifying speed, perhaps in just a few hours, the relic inside the cage would be completely burned out, losing its original effectiveness.

And the voice in Ciel’s mind became even more chaotic. Besides Old Ansu script, several languages definitely not Old Ansu script were mixed in—easily judged through 【Linguistics Lv.3】.

“Getting anxious?”

Clack—

Ciel chuckled lightly. Like playing with a yo-yo, she slightly lifted her finger, gripping the burning cage in her palm.

“Then don’t be anxious yet,” Ciel casually tossed the Substitute Death Relic towards the spirit creature still licking blood on the ground and said, “Little Left, take it for a spin.”

The hand monster, receiving the command, lifted its knuckles, spread two fingers apart, caught the thrown pendant with its toothy palm, directly flung its fingers open, and drilled towards the blood-red vortex still floating in mid-air.

Instantly, Little Left took the “Substitute Death Relic” containing the sealed artifact’s spirit consciousness into the Other Side.

A few seconds later, Little Left, holding the pendant in its mouth, emerged again from the blood-thread vortex, crawled to Ciel’s feet, supported its body with its fingers, and showed the pendant to Ciel.

“Good~” Ciel took the chain from its mouth and casually patted one of Little Left’s fingers.

Like a master playing fetch with a puppy, rewarding the puppy for retrieving the ball. freēwēbnovel.com

At this moment, the purple flame in the cage was no longer as strong as before, returning to its initial state of calm burning.

And the annoying voice in Ciel’s mind was also gone.

“Do you understand your situation now?” Ciel gripped the Substitute Death Relic in her hand, looked at the raven phantom in the center of the flame, and slowly said, “I have the ability to keep you there forever... Stop your pointless struggle.”

“If you still want to live.” Ciel no longer tried communicating with the other party in Old Ansu script.

In the previous simulation, the sealed artifact could monitor and understand the letters Ciel wrote in Ansu script. Now, the “Instigator” Ciel, holding the initiative, naturally wouldn’t indulge the other party anymore.

“Speak...” Ciel’s eyes narrowed slightly, her tone deepened. The pink tentacles in her pupils writhed frantically.