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A teeth-grinding sound of bone scraping echoed from the living room.
Blood dripped onto the wooden floor, making a dripping sound. Combined with the dim candlelight in the living room, it created a chilling sense of horror.
“Sigh...”
Ciel let out a breath, looking at the corpse lying on the living room wooden table before her.
At this moment, the corpse’s skin was deathly pale, almost completely devoid of blood. Obvious suture marks were visible on its face.
However, the corpse was generally well-preserved, only the tender skin on the abdomen, inner arms, and inner thighs had been cut off, seemingly stitched onto the face.
Ciel took a few steps back, looking at her “work.”
Compared to the woman in her memory... it was roughly sixty to seventy percent similar.
If clothes were added, the similarity could reach over eighty percent.
Now only the aged form was missing, unsure if it would have any impact.
Ciel tucked the long hair behind her ear. A spider crawled down her hair directly onto her hand. Then she extended her hand, and the spider leaped from the back of her hand towards the corpse. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
Gray spider silk began to secrete from behind the spider, continuously winding around the corpse. Slowly, the corpse originally lying on top was wrapped in spider silk like a mummy.
There wasn’t a good way to preserve corpses in this era. The house Ciel rented didn’t have a cold storage either, so she could only use this method to temporarily preserve the corpse.
Ciel reached out, pulling the corpse wrapped in spider silk, dragging it bit by bit into the kitchen, and stuffed it into the cabinet.
After doing all this, Ciel seemed to lose all strength, slumping onto the sofa, not wanting to move anymore.
Suddenly, Ciel seemed to think of something. Her previously weary eyes lit up. With unprecedented motivation, she climbed up from the sofa, walked towards the stairs while taking off her blood-stained clothes.
By the time she opened the room door, she was only wearing a thin dress. She walked straight towards the desk, reached out, and picked up the tranquilizer mixture on the desk.
This was the mixture prepared by Adele for Ciel, blended from different potions. She directly pulled out the wooden stopper, tilted her head back, and downed the mixture inside in one gulp.
A comfortable feeling of drowsiness came from deep within her mind. The pleasant sensation made Ciel slightly narrow her eyes.
Bliss...
If only I could sleep like this forever and never wake up...
Ciel stumbled towards the bed, lay face down directly onto the mattress, buried her entire head in the quilt, and fell asleep immediately.
Unfortunately, in less than a few minutes, the effect of the save file transformation disappeared. The black and blue-haired “Coroner” Ciel’s figure began to distort and flicker. Following a flash of silver light, Ciel lying on the bed returned to her original state.
She reached out, propped herself up on the mattress, and sat up. The drowsy feeling and the world-weariness filling her mind had disappeared. The clothes on her body also returned to their original state, but the bottle of mixture drunk on the table couldn’t come back.
Ciel got up, walked down the stairs. The clothes originally thrown on the stairs also disappeared with the save file’s disappearance.
When Ciel went downstairs and opened the cabinet, seeing the corpse entangled in spider silk inside, Ciel breathed a sigh of relief.
Alright, the effect of the “Coroner’s” transcendent ability could still be preserved.
Ciel returned to her room, took out the notebook, and recorded everything that happened today in it.
The next day, 26th.
From yesterday afternoon until today, Ciel hadn’t gone out at all, resting at home.
She had now completed all the preliminary work. Next, she just needed to wait for Tara and the clothes to arrive before continuing the plan.
Tara’s arrival time was unknown, so Ciel decided to wait at home continuously.
Last night, after the maid delivered dinner, she had already told the maid not to continue sending meals later and dismissed them, letting them return to Avena’s manor.
If anything happened, Ciel would go directly to Avena.
If their protection was mistaken for “surveillance” by Tara, then their lives couldn’t be saved.
Ciel came to the living room and made herself a simple breakfast.
Although the bloodstains in the living room were slightly cleaned, the residual smell of blood still couldn’t be completely removed. A faint smell of rust still floated in the air.
Around twelve noon, knocking sounded at Ciel’s door.
Ciel opened the door and saw Tara’s small figure at the entrance. What surprised her slightly was that Amy had also followed.
Under the “Divine Servant’s” “identification,” Tara almost instantly believed Ciel was the Mother Goddess’s incarnation and swore allegiance to Ciel on the spot.
After confirming Ciel was fine, Amy went back under Ciel’s persuasion. The events that happened here were naturally hidden in her heart, becoming a secret.
After gaining Tara’s trust, Ciel assigned her a task: bring over those few second-tier nobles and merchants among her confidants who were brainwashed.
Originally, only Tara knew the names of these confidants, but Ciel accurately stated how many second-tier confidants she had, and mentioned one noble named “Gemma.”
This made Tara even more convinced of Ciel’s identity. She left Berren City that very day, rushing at full speed towards the Divine Advent Church’s hidden monastery.
It wasn’t until the evening of June 28th that Tara returned to Berren City with those few confidants. That same night, these confidants were sent one by one by Ciel to Avena’s house.
With the third-tier Nia present, these cultists, having received prior orders from Tara, wouldn’t cause any trouble.
On the evening of June 30th, the old tailor came looking for Ciel with the clothes, handed her the finished garments, and collected the final payment.
However, no news came from Avena’s side. It seemed two days weren’t enough for her to complete the Reconstitution Ritual.
Every detail and event that occurred these past few days was accurately recorded by Ciel, even including Tara’s specific arrival time in Berren City and her initial foothold.
She also noted down several “safe times” without misfortune striking, for her real self to arrange rest time.
And she herself, through these few days of intermittent sleep, had recovered her mental strength to over ninety percent of its peak state.
