After the cooperative relationship was established, things went much more smoothly.

It took almost only an hour for Lucy to receive a complete plan, even down to the exact time she needed to be somewhere, as if it had been rehearsed beforehand.

After clarifying the mission process and target, Lucy left Manor No. 15.

She didn’t even need to call her subordinates for help. The concealment would be higher.

After all, according to the wishes of that red-haired young girl, the fewer people who knew, the better.

Only after Lucy left did Avena look at Ciel, who had picked up a book again and seemed to be reading, and asked, “Are you sure it’s okay? That’s a Tier 3 ‘Subverter’... Will your side really send help?”

After all, Avena hadn’t felt the same fear as Lucy. Avena had no idea where Lucy’s trust in Ciel came from.

Just listened to the plan and decided to take down a “Subverter”? And she didn’t even know where the target was at the moment...

“Don’t worry. The organization has also sent a ‘Subverter’ to ensure things go smoothly.”

Ciel’s gaze left the page. She looked at Avena and said.

Ciel’s organization also has a “Subverter”...

How does it feel like they have everything they need? And the planning of the mission... No, this isn’t planning anymore. This is prophecy—just like what Ciel had done before.

“Then is there anything else you need help with before the 7th?”

Avena was still worried about Ciel. She leaned forward slightly and asked.

At this moment, Avena was unaware that Ciel was going to kill that “Subverter” just to make their plan to assassinate Avena fail.

Seeing Avena’s worry, Ciel closed the book, got up, and sat beside Avena, saying, “Yes.”

“What?”

Avena’s spirits immediately lifted upon hearing this.

Ever since Ciel proposed this plan, Avena hadn’t been able to help much. The only help she provided was teaching Ciel maid etiquette...

And to be honest, this teaching was driven by Avena’s private intention of wanting to slightly tease Ciel—she just ended up being teased herself.

This made Avena feel a little guilty. She didn’t consider teaching and getting the list as help.

“I need you to ensure that my spirit can maintain its current state until the 7th.”

Ciel said, placing her hand on Avena’s hand, looking her in the eye and saying seriously, “This is really important to me.”

“Mm...”

Avena nodded slightly, not saying much more.

Healing Ciel. Avena felt this was her duty. Even if Ciel didn’t ask, Avena would regularly check on Ciel’s spirit.

But she didn’t complain either, nor did she feel that anything Ciel did was wrong.

Completing a dangerous mission. Even if it wasn’t Ciel, but Avena herself performing it, when choosing helpers, she would definitely choose the most reliable one.

Facing a Tier 3 “Subverter,” her own strength was not enough. There was nothing more to say, and nothing to complain about.

However, being unable to help the person she cared about, Avena’s mood couldn’t help but be a little down.

“Ciel.”

Avena lowered her head, clasped her hands in her lap, and asked in a low voice a question that was in her heart. “Gemma... was she also brought to me by your scheme?”

When Avena encountered difficulty in advancing to Tier 2, a Tier 2 cultist noble happened to appear, and she even managed to figure out she was a cultist and counter-brainwash her...

Things like having a pillow delivered when she was feeling sleepy, this wasn’t a coincidence, it could only be called a miracle—and most of the miracles Avena encountered only occurred frequently after she met Ciel.

Moreover, not long after advancing, she encountered Ciel, who was suffering from extreme spiritual exhaustion and contamination. Their meeting place was even pre-arranged...

Too many coincidences. Then it’s not a coincidence. Looking at the many things Ciel had done, this series of events, and even her own advancement, were very likely just a part of Ciel’s scheme.

If she hadn’t seen the precise plan Ciel described to Lucy again, Avena might not have brought this matter up again for a while.

“...Yes.”

Ciel hesitated for a moment, but still chose not to lie to Avena.

If they truly wanted to go on together, mutual trust was key. As long as it didn’t involve the system and “Uniqueness,” something that could cause a major disaster by speaking it out, Ciel wouldn’t hide too much about other things.

Hearing Ciel’s answer, Avena slowly exhaled in relief.

She was very grateful that Ciel had answered her. Otherwise, Avena wasn’t sure if the seed of doubt would have grown in her heart.

“Hmph.”

Avena’s hands, which were placed on her lap, separated and supported her behind her. She looked at Ciel beside her, slightly raised her chin, and lightly snorted.

“Sounds like you’re still hiding a lot from me.”

“There’s too much,” Ciel could also feel that Avena’s mood had recovered. She smiled and continued, “There will always be things you don’t know.”

“People you can see through too easily are too boring.”

Avena closed her eyes and shook her head, then got up from the sofa. “Alright, I won’t disturb your reading anymore, Miss Blue Stocking...”

Blue stocking was a slang term in Ansu aristocratic circles, generally used to describe knowledgeable women who loved learning and didn’t socialize. Avena knew Ciel definitely didn’t know what this term meant and was taking a slight advantage with her words.

But as soon as she got up and before she walked away, Avena felt her hand being pulled.

“Do you have things to do?”

Ciel’s voice came from behind. Avena turned back to look at Ciel, who was sitting on the sofa, and shook her head: “No. What is it?”

The matter with the Great Western Railway Company couldn’t be discussed. More than half of the collaborations discussed in the past few days had fallen through because of this matter. Avena was now incredibly idle, and would go bankrupt sooner or later if she continued like this.

At the very least, she definitely couldn’t afford to live in Manor No. 15 anymore.

“Then stay and keep me company.”

“Also, what does ‘blue stocking’ mean? I... I keep feeling like you’re implying something about me? Explain?”

“Miss with glasses?”

Avena: “...”

Feeling the irresistible force from Ciel’s hand, Avena suddenly had a bad premonition—she might not be able to leave this door for a while.

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