The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 141 - Looking Down on Ciel (1/2)

In the following time, Ciel visited Avena’s clinic and Amy’s home.

Adele indeed wasn’t at home, but stayed in the laboratory at Avena’s clinic. Amy also happened not to be visiting friends, so Ciel didn’t make a wasted trip.

Both expressed surprise upon knowing they could freely find Ciel later. However, Adele was still not entirely reassured, insisting on giving Ciel a comprehensive check-up. Only after confirming there were truly no major issues did she let Ciel leave the laboratory.

What surprised Ciel slightly was that not only herself, but Amy also received Avena’s banquet invitation—though saying it like that wasn’t quite appropriate.

This invitation letter was addressed to Baron Hastings, but the Baron would bring Amy along.

However, Baron Hastings was very happy about this, even feeling he benefited from his daughter Amy knowing Avena. When Ciel went over, he even arranged many desserts she had never seen before, but Ciel was too full, so didn’t eat much.

After all, previously, for banquets hosted by the Roswell family, emerging minor nobles like Hastings, who were marginal and landless, basically had little chance to participate; the two were not in the same social stratum.

By the time she left Amy’s house and walked towards Avena’s manor, it was already one in the afternoon. At this time, Ciel remembered something.

Avena... didn’t she say she would take me to buy clothes?

She said she had nothing much to do today, could accompany me for a while, why did she find an excuse and leave in a hurry after I finished visiting the church?

Did something happen?

Thinking of this, Ciel’s pace quickened slightly.

Avena’s home wasn’t very far from Amy’s. After walking briskly for less than ten minutes, Ciel arrived at the entrance of Avena’s manor.

At this time, Ciel could already see many expensive carriages parked inside the manor. The servants within the manor were orderly guiding the coachmen to let the nobles and wealthy merchants step down at the mansion entrance, then leading the carriages to the stables.

This scene, for some reason, reminded Ciel of scenes from her previous life where presidents of certain European countries hosted banquets for others; luxury cars also drove into the garden in sequence, dropped people off, and circled around.

Although there were only carriages here, the scale was no smaller than the scenes on TV.

Ciel, who had only seen such scenes in videos before, couldn’t help feeling somewhat novel seeing this scene in reality.

“Miss Ciel? You’ve arrived?”

A maid waiting at the entrance had already noticed Ciel walking alone from afar. When Ciel reached the entrance, she quickly went up to greet her, “Lady Avena is busy, I’ll take you inside first.”

“Okay.”

Ciel nodded, then followed behind the maid, but didn’t take the crowded main path, instead detouring to the garden, preparing to enter the mansion from the back garden.

This scene happened to be seen by someone in a carriage.

“Father, who is that?”

The young girl peeking out from the carriage pointed at the plainly dressed young girl walking towards the distance, turned back and asked curiously, “Why doesn’t she need an invitation?”

“Don’t know, probably a maid who hasn’t changed clothes yet.”

The golden-haired man just glanced at the red-haired figure’s back, then lost all interest. This wasn’t any noble he knew, nor did he remember anyone’s daughter having red hair.

“She’s not a maid, didn’t you see the maid being very respectful towards her? Her status must not be low, and she’s very familiar with Avena, I bet you.”

The young girl seemed somewhat unconvinced, grumbling.

“You have time to think about this, better think about how to talk more with Lady Avena later,” the man raised his hand and rubbed his brow, saying, “Sit properly, deportment!”

“Hmph.”

The young girl sat down obediently, somewhat unconvinced, just couldn’t help muttering, “I told you, building connections with Avena is useless, she’s not the kind of person who can be flattered...”

“Then your allowance next week also...”

“No!!!”

“Quiet!”

Meanwhile, Ciel, walking towards the back garden, turned back towards a certain carriage, blinking somewhat puzzledly.

What was that noise? Air raid siren?

However, after realizing it wasn’t a commotion, Ciel didn’t pay much attention, instead entering Avena’s manor from the back garden, walking to the second-floor study, and directly entering.

Judging by Avena’s appearance, she probably wouldn’t be free so soon. Might as well use this time to read a book—after all, there were no other forms of entertainment here.

And the maid who guided Ciel, after helping Ciel close the study door, quietly slipped beside Avena, whispering in her ear that Miss Ciel had arrived.

Avena glanced at the time shown on her stopwatch. The important guest had arrived early. So she temporarily handed matters over to the butler and walked towards the study.

Gently opening the study door, Avena saw Ciel standing beside the bookshelf, holding a book and reading. She seemed not to notice the sound of the door opening, still engrossed in the book in her hands.

Avena quietly closed the door, stepped onto the soft carpet, deliberately maintaining a silent state, approaching Ciel.

What she didn’t know was that, actually, from the moment she opened the door, Ciel’s attention had already withdrawn from the book, just pretending to turn pages and read, without turning back.

3 meters... 1 meter...

When Avena’s footsteps were almost directly behind her, Ciel turned around directly and asked, “Avena? When did you arrive?”

Avena, who just raised her hand, put it down without leaving a trace, her gaze shifting directly to the book in Ciel’s hand, nodding, “So you understand Pharosian?”

Although Avena tried hard to pretend nothing happened, her method of changing the subject was still somewhat naive, like a kitten caught about to play a prank, pretending nonchalantly to be busy grooming and washing its face.

“I just remembered something, didn’t you say you’d take me to buy clothes? Why did you leave early?” Ciel suppressed her laughter and asked.

“A guest arrived early, Nia came back to pick them up.” Avena shook her head and said, “I’ll make it up next time.”

“If you don’t mind, for the banquet’s formal dress, just wear my old clothes first... Although they are old clothes, they’ve basically only been worn once or twice.”

Wearing a set of clothes only once or twice...

Avena’s extravagance exceeded Ciel’s expectations. She even felt she didn’t need to buy clothes anymore, just pick up Avena’s unwanted clothes to wear.

Anyway, she didn’t mind wearing Avena’s clothes; perhaps Avena herself would mind a little.

“I have no objection.” Ciel seemed to think of something, asking further, “A very important guest?”

Even the prince’s son came to visit Avena upon arriving in Berren City, not even requiring Avena to visit personally... Is the person coming of very high status?

Avena took a deep breath, then slowly said, “It’s someone from the family, came without notice, probably has some important information... Originally this was just an ordinary banquet I use for regular information exchange.”

Ciel nodded, couldn’t help but envy Avena’s network slightly.

Avena just disliked and wouldn’t actively engage in conversation, nor liked interacting too deeply with people, but this didn’t mean her emotional intelligence was low.

From her attitude towards Hastings, it could be seen, even just the relative of Ciel’s friend, Avena would give enough face and respect, wouldn’t show displeasure.

“Exchanging information...” Ciel thought for a moment, then asked, “Are those coming all transcendents?”

“No, almost no transcendents.” Avena shook her head, “Just business.”

“Business...” Ciel nodded, instantly feeling a sense of high class.

Ciel knew almost nothing about any business, but indeed wanted to understand a bit.

After all, judging from Avena’s food, clothing, and expenses, doing business brought in money much faster than Ciel robbing people, and safer too.

Suddenly, Ciel realized something, asking, “Your money... did you earn it all yourself?”

Hearing Ciel’s words, Avena asked back somewhat puzzledly, “Otherwise?”

Huh? Not given by the family?