NOVPUB“Indeed, there’s something I need to trouble you with.” Ciel didn’t hide it. No need for roundabout ways in the simulation; just state everything clearly, efficiency first.
“I can help you find second-tier transcendents brainwashed by cultists, help you complete the ‘Psychologist’ Reconstitution Ritual.” Ciel looked into Avena’s eyes and said, “If one isn’t enough, two or three will do.”
Brainwashed cultists?
Currently, in Berren City, all members of the Divine Advent Church were dead. Where to find brainwashed cultists? And second-tier?
Cultists hide extremely deeply, but Ciel spoke as if cultists were common weeds by the roadside, easily plucked up several at will.
“Do you need a trustworthy ‘Psychologist’?” Avena asked.
She herself definitely didn’t need others to help with the Reconstitution Ritual. Even if she temporarily couldn’t find out-of-control cultists or transcendents, Avena had enough time to wait.
After all, she currently faced no risk of being devoured by the potion.
If Ciel urgently wanted her to advance, the only explanation was that Ciel needed a trustworthy “Psychologist,” and that person was herself.
Ciel needs me.
“Yes.” Ciel didn’t beat around the bush, nodding straightforwardly, “I need a trustworthy ‘Psychologist’ to treat me.”
“Treat you?” Avena recalled what the maid said before, about Adele rushing to Ciel’s house late at night with a medical kit, asking curiously, “Are you experiencing spiritual pollution problems now?”
“Yes.” Ciel nodded.
“It might be too dangerous for a ‘Listener’ to treat me.”
“‘Listener’ would be too dangerous?” Avena nodded.
That at least proved the spiritual pollution Ciel needed treatment for likely wasn’t low in severity.
At least second-tier, no, potion pollution above second-tier.
“Okay.” Avena nodded and said, “I’ll try.”
Avena herself needed to perform the “Psychologist” Reconstitution Ritual, just couldn’t find the subject for the ritual. If the organization behind Ciel could provide one, Avena was very willing to accept.
Moreover, Ciel’s trust was also very gratifying to Avena.
After agreeing with Avena to bring the person over before June 29th, Ciel left Avena’s manor before Nia returned, using the excuse that the curse was still active.
After Ciel left, Avena kept Adele, who had freeloaded a meal, asking her to research new, gentler mental potions together, hoping to alleviate some of Ciel’s mental stress.
After all, tranquilizers had dependency issues. If possible, it was better not to use them.
Before leaving, Avena handed Ciel a Roswell family crest. This was an emblem that direct family members would have. Besides being able to withdraw a certain amount of Su pounds from the bank, this emblem could also be used to mobilize the power of the police department.
Unsure if this was Avena’s own emblem, perhaps due to trusting Ciel, or perhaps due to completely disregarding the family.
After leaving the manor, Ciel hailed a carriage. On the carriage, she recorded today’s conversation in her notebook for her real self to check upon arrival.
All preliminary preparations were done... Next, it depended on herself.
Tara was expected to find Amy only on the 26th. For this, Ciel went to Amy’s house in advance, gave her a heads-up, told her not to panic upon Tara’s arrival, left her own address, and asked Amy to have Tara follow the address to find her after seeing Tara.
By the time Ciel finished all this, it was already 1:30 PM.
She briefly recorded the events in her notebook, then took the emblem Avena gave her and headed towards the police department.
Because she needed to perform “plastic surgery” on the corpse, she had to get the corpse in advance, reserving ample time for herself to modify the corpse.
There were some minor incidents along the way—the horse pulling the carriage she rode suddenly got spooked and bolted, overturning on the road. The entire wooden carriage shattered into pieces.
Ciel avoided the risk by jumping out the window in advance using “Precognitive Sight,” only suffering minor scrapes on her palm.
She knew this was likely related to her misfortune. After giving the coachman 20 pounds, she ignored these trivial matters, boarded a new carriage, used Avena’s family crest, and retrieved the female robber who attempted burglary from the police station’s detention cell.
She had two detectives escort the female robber back to her home, tied her up in the living room, then gave each detective 5 pounds and dismissed them.
Ciel had no intention of concealing anything. Conversely, she wanted to know if any unexpected situations would arise after these actions were seen.
Discovering accidents early allowed for better troubleshooting. After all, she couldn’t guarantee absolutely no one saw all this, only try to avoid it as much as possible.
“What is Miss Ciel doing?”
“Don’t know... That... isn’t that the robber from that night?” 𝔫𝔬𝖛𝖕𝔲𝖇.𝖈𝖔𝖒
“Why did she bring her into the house?”
“Should we go check? Seems quite dangerous...”
The two maids living across from Ciel naturally witnessed this scene and began discussing whether to intervene.
Finally, for the sake of the Young Mistress’s task and Miss Ciel’s safety, the maid who subdued the female robber last night decided to go to Ciel’s home, while the other maid prepared to return to Avena’s manor to report.
The maid walked to Ciel’s front door and raised her hand to knock.
After a moment, the door slowly opened.
A young woman with dark purple pupils, long black hair transitioning to fluorescent blue from the middle downwards, with a pale face and weary dark circles under her eyes, leaned against the doorframe, looked at the maid at the door, and said listlessly:
“You... need something?”
The maid looked at the dark red, still dripping blood on the young woman’s gloves, her legs trembling uncontrollably.
“Miss... Miss Ciel?” The maid asked tentatively, feeling her teeth chattering. The smell of blood wafting from the living room made her scalp tingle.
“Mm...” Ciel rested her hand on the door, slowly saying, “Just deliver the meal to my door later... I’m too lazy to cook myself.”
Screech—
The wooden door closed with a shriek. Only after the wooden door was completely shut did the chilling aura seemingly emanating from the house slightly diminish.
The maid took two steps back, almost tripped by the stairs behind her. If not for the bloodstains remaining on the doorframe, she wouldn’t even believe what she felt and saw just now was real.
The midday sun shone on her body, yet still couldn’t dispel the fear of the unknown brought by the terrifying existence named “Ciel” just now.
