The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 103 - Open Up, Judicator’s Court! (2/2)

Just this morning, she had accompanied Miss Avena to the station to see Ciel off... At that time, she was still not a transcendent...

How did she return in the blink of an eye, already able to use second-tier transcendent abilities?

Was this really Ciel?

Nia recalled the transcendent wearing Judicator’s Court clothes she saw passing by earlier.

Was she Ciel?

Or someone from the organization behind Ciel, helping Ciel deliver information?

At this moment, Avena was looking at the note in her hand. Her previously tense heart began to waver after seeing the handwriting and content.

【Avena】

【I am currently investigating the truth of the misfortune with people from the organization. Can you tell me some information about Oppold Thaddeus and his address?】

【This will reduce some of my workload】

【The misfortune on me may have accumulated to a terrifying level now, so I cannot contact you directly】

【—Ciel】

She reached out, gently smudged the words on the letter paper. The not-yet-dry ink was wiped away slightly, blackening her thumb and other parts of the paper.

It was just written...

At this moment, Avena’s heart finally relaxed completely. She didn’t even notice her own eyes had turned red.

Avena fumbled around her person frantically, took out a dip pen, unscrewed the finger-sized small portable crystal inkwell, and directly dropped the bottle.

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She placed the paper directly against Nia’s back armor and began writing on it.

About three minutes passed. The back of the paper was already filled with Avena’s short essay of at least three hundred words. She checked it once, confirmed there were no issues, folded the paper, and tossed it towards the black shadow.

The black shadow raised its hand, easily caught the paper, waved towards Avena, stuffed the paper into its mouth, and slipped into the shadow.

Only after the black shadow completely disappeared did Nia turn her head towards Avena and ask, “Milady, are we still going to the railway tracks now?”

“Ah...” Avena looked up at Nia, then shook her head and said, “No need, let’s go back.”

Only after Avena boarded the carriage and the carriage turned around again did Avena take off her glasses, cover her face with a handkerchief, and calm her wildly fluctuating emotions.

...

“Clock Tower Alley?” At this moment, Ciel, having received the letter paper handed over by the black shadow, looked somewhat puzzledly at the address Avena left her.

“Son of Prince Thaddeus, Knight Commander of the Queen’s Sword...”

This background was quite significant. Why would he choose to temporarily reside in Clock Tower Alley? And live there alone, without bringing any guards?

Although the information Avena provided was somewhat unbelievable, Ciel decided to trust Avena’s words.

Watching the carriage returning from before her, Ciel saw it off, then stuffed the paper into her pocket, turned around, and hurried towards Clock Tower Alley.

Such a noble person, yet residing in Clock Tower Alley for no reason.

And according to Avena’s description, this person was also a third-tier “Crown Guard.” This path seemed very popular among nobles.

Compared to other paths, “Detective” was easier for nobles skilled in utilizing intelligence, especially major nobles, to digest. The subsequent “Law Official” potion also didn’t hinder their positional advancement and potion digestion.

Moreover, upon completing the Reconstitution Ritual to the “Crown Guard” stage, they would possess extremely strong life-preserving abilities... For nobles, this path was indeed very beneficial.

If the other party was just a “Crown Guard,” the threat level to Ciel was also much smaller—unclear if this stereotype stemmed from Nia’s influence.

Ciel was very familiar with the way back to Clock Tower Alley, and she knew many shortcuts that didn’t require taking the main road. Soon, following the address Avena left, she arrived before a row of small terraced houses.

These houses were very uniform in style. The interiors were often divided by landlords into different rooms for rent, a housing choice for many working-class families.

The place Ciel and her sister previously lived was similar to this, except the kind landlord hadn’t divided the two-story small building into three or four narrower rooms, just rented it cheaply to them.

Grace Street, No. 21.

Ciel stood in front of this building, confirmed the house number was correct, then glanced to the right—less than four hundred meters to the right was the Clock Tower church.

Knock, knock, knock—

Ciel raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Soon, Ciel heard footsteps. Someone stood behind the door and asked, “Who is it?”

“Open up, Judicator’s Court.”

The fake identity of the Judicator’s Court was proving excessively useful. Moreover, with the Clock Tower church right next door, no one would imagine someone daring to impersonate the Judicator’s Court right under the Church of the Savior Goddess’s nose.

Sure enough, after Ciel announced her identity, the wooden door was slowly pushed open.