Ciel silently watched the maid untie her ropes. After relaxing her wrists a little, she put on her shoes and walked directly towards the table. She picked up her notepad and held it directly in front of the oil lamp, letting the flames ignite it.
This was the notepad her simulated self had left for Ciel. Although it was written in different characters, Ciel at this moment didn’t dare to gamble.
She didn’t dare to gamble that the other party truly couldn’t understand Chinese characters… This was a transcendent world. Even if they didn’t understand Chinese characters, they might have abilities to analyze the emotions in the text or rewind the past based on the text.
Although this was a simulation, she had to be cautious.
Because this time, a “Uniqueness” item had appeared—this was something that could truly bypass the simulation and interfere with reality.
The oil lamp, compared to a kerosene lamp, lacked that unpleasant smell. At the same time, it also seemed to have some aromatic substance added, making the oil lamp emit a fragrance when burning.
The maids didn’t pay attention to Ciel’s actions. In their eyes, Ciel was just looking through a book. Not even the smell of burning paper was noticed by anyone.
After the pages were completely burned to ashes, Ciel walked towards the door. As she passed a maid, she exchanged glances with her.
The maid who met Ciel’s gaze for a second didn’t notice any abnormality. She simply put down her task of cleaning the carpet, walked to the table, and began cleaning the tabletop.
The maid let out a panicked gasp and started calling for another maid to come and put out the fire, but she couldn’t step forward because there was no suitable tool at hand—because the flames in their eyes at this moment were much larger than in reality.
One maid ran to fetch a bucket of water, while another maid quickly ran out of the glass room to find a guard for help.
And Ciel, after the first maid poured water onto the table, let the illusion disappear. The flames in the maid’s eyes drastically reduced.
The smell of burning pages was now completely masked. And after the maid’s scoop of water, the ashes were also dispersed, carbonized together with the other pages, making recovery basically impossible.
Ciel, standing by the door, after thinking for a moment, returned to the bedside and sat down directly.
She had to observe the changes. She shouldn’t continue to create unusual incidents in front of Forte.
Because she didn’t know if Forte, like her, retained the memories from before the time rewind. She didn’t even know if he could take his memories back to reality…
If he could… from whatever perspective, her save file was corrupted. She had to be cautious.
This was the terrifying aspect of “Uniqueness”… This was also the reason why Ciel absolutely could not let “Uniqueness” fall into other people’s hands.
A powerful weapon on her, she can choose not to use it, but it absolutely cannot appear in someone else’s hands.
Ciel suddenly looked up, remembering something.
She seemed to… have no way to continue observing here.
Because, it seemed Tara was leading a group of Divine Advent Church cultists today, preparing to forcibly break into prison…
Ciel pressed her hand to her forehead, gently rubbed her brow, and thought about the countermeasures.
“Your Excellency Forte, this is a young lady’s private room, so men should keep out…”
“Princess Windsor~ I’m here to confirm if Ciel is still alive? And there’s something else I must confirm with her…”
“Didn’t you look for her before…”
Forte at this moment was speaking to Windsor.
Although he was still acting according to his original plan, his thoughts were completely entangled by his severed index finger. He was constantly searching his mind for anyone who might have made him use that item.
“Then please relay the message and ask her…”
Saying this, Forte paused slightly.
His usual self would definitely have let Windsor do as she pleased, as long as she was happy.
But now, Forte had to break from routine.
Things he wouldn’t normally do, he had to do himself, to find the answer.
“Your Highness, I have something to attend to. I shall take my leave.”
Forte didn’t waste any more words. He knew that if he asked Windsor, Windsor wouldn’t let him see her new toy.
But there were indeed many strange things about the young girl named Ciel. It was necessary to interrogate her personally again.
After leaving the room, Forte closed the door. After exiting the underground palace, he gave the guard a look and glanced in the direction of the underground palace.
The guard seemed to have done this kind of thing too many times. He nodded, then forcefully pulled the door of the underground palace shut and shouted, “The door is broken again! Can someone come and help!”
He needed to stall Windsor for a while. He didn’t want Windsor to see him going to meet that young girl—he didn’t want Windsor to dislike him.
Forte at this moment did not treat the wound on his hand. He just simply bandaged it.
He walked towards the back door of the palace, heading straight towards the back garden, where he saw the busy maids.
Forte casually stopped a maid and asked.
“For… Your Excellency Forte.”
The maid, upon seeing Forte, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. She said nervously, “Just now, a servant accidentally knocked over the oil lamp, and the table caught fire. Fortunately, the fire didn’t spread, so there’s no need to call the Royal Fire Department…”
“Oh… clean it up properly. Don’t let Windsor know.”
Forte nodded with a smile and instructed her.
“Thank you, Your Excellency Forte!”
The maid repeatedly bowed towards Forte, expressing her thanks.
Compared to Princess Windsor, His Excellency Forte clearly had more favor with these servants. Especially for some maids, Forte’s appearance had extremely strong “lethality.”