The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch
Chapter 158 - Multiple Dreams, Dancing with the Devil (4/6)

Summoning the Holy Spirit?

At this moment, not only Ciel, but even the bishops below who heard Ciel’s words widened their eyes, looking up at Ciel with surprise.

Ciel looked at the transcendents standing before her and said, “‘Uniqueness’ is in our hands. It is time to resist oppression, to tell everyone in the world that the God of the Church of the Savior Goddess is about to descend upon this land that is loyal to them once again.”

As the inflammatory words were spoken, especially when the word “Uniqueness” came out, the eyes of the Divine Advent Church members below began to change—they became more fanatical.

Unlike the Church of the Savior Goddess, the Divine Advent Church was a true adventist religious group, advocating for the Holy Advent into the world, with God as the sole supreme being.

Hugh, at this moment, was slightly shaken. She whispered to Uris beside her, “Did you... truly see it?”

“Yes, earlier in the direction of Deton Manor, I did see that they successfully summoned...” Uris replied in a low voice.

“Oh Goddess...”

Guilt briefly flashed in her heart. Hugh prayed devoutly, beginning to feel remorse for not choosing the right path before.

Seeing the atmosphere was already set, among the crowd of transcendents below, a figure wearing black robes walked past everyone, came to Ciel’s front, and slowly looked up.

Shrouded beneath the black robes was an extremely distorted face—the Keyman, who had been mingling among the church transcendents just now.

“Let us welcome the key figure, the ‘Keyman’.”

Ciel stepped back half a step, yielding the center stage to the Keyman.

And the Keyman was not modest. They directly stood in front of Ciel, their back to Ciel, looking at the crowd below.

They weren’t worried about Ciel turning against them, because they knew, compared to turning against them, Ciel’s “Instigator” nature would make her more inclined to witness massive chaos... Only this time, the chaos would be created by them, the Keyman.

And Tara, standing beside Ciel, also retreating with her, looked at Ciel with a puzzled expression.

Unlike the others, she had truly witnessed the divine servant kneeling before Ciel... Why did Ciel choose someone else to preside over the ritual, just summoning another Holy Spirit?

Even if Ciel herself didn’t preside, couldn’t it be left to Tara? Who exactly is this person who just appeared?

Although there were countless grievances in her heart, Tara could only suppress them, looking somewhat unwillingly at the Keyman’s back before her.

Soon, under the Keyman’s command, the entire central hall was cleared. A semicircular vessel used for holy water was also placed before the Keyman.

The transcendent believers stepped forward one by one, cut their wrists, and dripped their blood into the holy water vessel.

Even Ciel stepped forward, cut her wrist, and released her blood.

Other people’s blood didn’t have much effect. Communicating with the Other Side mainly relied on Ciel’s blood alone.

Only when the holy water vessel was filled with blood did the Keyman slowly raise their hand. The emerald ring on their finger emitted light. The blood in the holy water vessel was lifted like threads, suspended in mid-air, and began drawing a blood array on the ground.

Only after all the blood array was drawn, encompassing all the transcendents, did the Keyman slowly turn back, look towards Ciel, her brow slightly furrowed.

At this moment, Ciel was somewhat boredly playing with the silver stopwatch in her hand. Only after sensing the Keyman’s gaze did she slowly look up. The two exchanged glances.

“Perfect.”

Ciel slightly shrugged, giving her evaluation of the blood array the Keyman drew.

Then, the Keyman slowly shifted their gaze to Tara beside Ciel.

“She is the key person for communicating with the Divine Advent Church. Keep her alive.” Ciel explained.

This reason was logical and consistent with the Society of Merriment’s subsequent actions. The Keyman returned their gaze to the kneeling cultists before them.

All along, they had been evaluated by the Society of Merriment members as unsuitable for this path, subjected to mocking glances and ridicule. But now... the tables had turned.

Slaughtering a medium-sized city... even other “Subverters” of the Society of Merriment hadn’t accomplished such a feat in recent decades.

This action would be enough for them to gain sufficient respect, return to the core layer of the Society of Merriment, and even break free from the potion’s erosion... advancing to the next stage of this path.

Greed and fanaticism surfaced in the Keyman’s eyes. They slowly raised their hands, as if to crush the kneeling cultists before them, clenched their fists, and slowly spoke, uttering devilish whispers and murmuring.

These were the incantations they had memorized in the dream. They replicated them word for word without error.

Buzz—

The spiritual alarm in the Keyman’s mind sounded a faint buzz. In their vision, the blood array before them began to emit fluorescent light.

Alright...

This is what I completed independently. This is my achievement...

The Keyman’s lips twitched, gradually forming a smile. They turned back as if showing off, only to find the Faceless still indifferently looking at the stopwatch, seemingly not concerned about the great feat they were about to accomplish.

The previous jealousy and the other party’s current indifference merged together, forming immense anger that surged to the Keyman’s head. The light on the ring on their right hand just flickered, and the buzzing in their mind vanished instantly.

What’s going on?

They suddenly turned back, looking at the sacrifice site. The blood array only emitted a faint fluorescent light, and the bloody fluorescent light had already begun flickering and dissipating, clearly about to disappear.

Impossible. Just now they clearly felt the presence of the Other Side. The Other Side even responded to them, and a spiritual alarm sounded in their mind. The ritual should have succeeded, why?!

Not enough? Not enough blood?

The ring’s brilliance flashed. A cultist bishop’s head was directly sliced off, tumbling in the blood array. However, this had no effect. The blood array’s light was still dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“Tsk...”

A faint sound of contempt sounded from behind. The Keyman turned back angrily, only to find the Faceless had already cut their wrist with a carving knife.

“*****.”

An incantation never heard before was uttered from the red-haired young girl’s mouth. The blood array before them rapidly changed. All the blood twisted into different paths, beginning to re-emit bloody brilliance.

The array restarted, and the young girl’s blood formed threads, connecting with the array.

She, changed the blood array?!

“You tricked me?!!”