Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Chapter 102 Mommy's Puppy

The moon is bright enough.

She could see the road clearly without a lamp, but Mayfair still carried the oil lamp, its light casting a small, dim yellow glow in front of her, making her shadow long and faint.

Wayne followed behind, two steps behind.

Once you leave the town, the road becomes difficult to travel.

The stone path turned into a dirt path, the dirt path into a grassy path, and the grassy path became narrower and narrower until only a single, trampled track remained, winding its way northward.

The trees on both sides became denser.

Mayfair said as she walked.

"Mr. Wayne."

"Um."

"Do you know why I chose tonight?"

"The moon is bright enough."

"Not only that." Mayfair turned around, the light from the oil lamp casting a half-light, half-shadow on her face. "Tonight is a full moon. The dead are most active and easiest to communicate with on the night of the full moon. The guardian corpse I need can't be woken up normally, but it can be woken up tonight."

She paused.

"But the full moon also has its downsides. It won't just wake her up; it will disturb all the spirits around her."

Wayne nodded.

"That's why you need me."

"That's why we need you."

Mayfair continued walking forward.

The panel popped up.

[Mayfair - Current Status]

[Her true purpose: Subduing the guardian corpse is true, but she has another purpose: to subdue you. Not by force, but by another method. She thought about it for a long time and decided to act tonight. Not because the timing is best, but because if she doesn't act now, there won't be any time left. Seven days, only six days left.]

[Tactical Plan: Phase 1, lure you to a graveyard. Phase 2, create a crisis. Phase 3, let you see a "different side" of her during the crisis. Phase 4, make you take the initiative. She has studied your personality: passive, inactive, neither refusing nor taking responsibility. To deal with this kind of person, you can't wait; you have to force them.]

[Note: Her plan was meticulous, so meticulous that she rehearsed each step more than three times. But she overlooked one thing: you have the control panel. You know everything.]

[Also: She was pondering a question. If she succeeded tonight, should she still leave? After much thought, the answer was: she should leave. Not because she didn't want to stay, but because if she stayed, she would forever be "Sister Mayfair." Only by leaving would she have the chance to become "someone worthy of you."]

Wayne looked at the panel and read through the words line by line.

Mayfair was still walking ahead.

He looked back.

He didn't say anything.

keep going.

The cemetery is located ten miles north of the town, on a gentle slope.

At the top of the hill stood several old oak trees, their dark canopies billowing in the moonlight like inverted umbrellas. Grave mounds were scattered across the slope, large and small, high and low; some had tombstones, while others were just mounds of earth overgrown with weeds.

"This is it."

Wayne looked around.

Which one?

"Under that oak tree at the very top," Mayfair pointed to the top of the hill, "lies a female knight, a peak fourth-tier warrior, who died in a demonic tide two hundred years ago. It is said that she killed seventeen demonic beasts single-handedly, finally dying from exhaustion. When she died, she was still holding her sword, which was stuck in the ground, and she knelt with her body leaning against the sword."

She paused.

"She harbored deep resentment. Not because of her death, but because when she died, all her companions ran away, and not a single one turned back to save her."

Wayne looked up at the top of the hill.

"Is this the one you want?"

"Um."

"Will it work?"

"I don't know," Mayfair said, "but she's the most suitable choice I've seen in this cemetery."

The two walked up the gentle slope.

After walking a few steps, Wayne suddenly stopped.

Mayfair stopped and looked back at him.

"What's wrong?"

Wayne did not answer.

He stared ahead, at the other side of the hilltop, in the shadow of an old oak tree, where two figures could be seen.

The moonlight shone on the two figures.

The panel popped up.

[Frosttown, North Slope Cemetery, Live Footage]

[Mayor Wilford - Current Status: Meeting his lover behind the oak tree on the hilltop.]

[Lover's identity: Rose Courtyard, Cuiying Street - Top-tier prostitute - Stage name "Lulu", real name unknown, 23 years old, five years in the business, known for her hot figure. The madam commented: "This girl doesn't have any other skills, but she's good in bed."]

[Current Behavior: The mayor has just escaped the "demon possession" incident at Rose Garden. Normally, he should be reflecting on his actions at home, but he has chosen a more unique way to heal: taking his lover to the cemetery for a tryst. His reasoning: "If life didn't offer the ability to adapt to ups and downs, what would be the point of living?"]

[Lulu's current status: Not wearing anything. Her clothes are piled up neatly under the small oak tree next to her, inside and out.]

[Note: The mayor chose this location deliberately. A cemetery, midnight, no one comes. He felt safe, he felt secluded, he felt he could finally indulge himself undisturbed. What he didn't know was that it happened to be a full moon, that Mayfair was coming to collect the body being guarded, and that Wayne was also there.]

Mayfair followed Wayne's gaze and saw the two figures as well.

Her brows furrowed.

"That's... the town mayor?"

"Um."

"What is he doing?"

Wayne was silent for a moment.

"role play."

Mayfair didn't understand, but she didn't ask. Because she saw the figure suddenly move, and Lulu stood in front of Wilford, her silhouette clearly illuminated by the moonlight.

She stood in front of Wilford.

The sound drifted down from the top of the hill.

"Come on, call..."

Wilford's voice was muffled.

"Lulu Dudu".

"Isn't he my good dog?"

"Yes."

"What's your dog's name?"

"Wilford."

Mayfair's expression froze.

She turned to look at Wayne, her lips moved twice, and it took her a long time to squeeze out a sentence.

"Mayor...does this happen often?"

Wayne didn't say anything.

It's not that I don't want to talk, it's that I don't know what to say.

He wanted to say "not often," but what happened during the day proved that answer incorrect. He wanted to say "occasionally," but "occasionally" wouldn't happen twice on the same day by the same person. He wanted to say "I don't know," but he couldn't bring himself to say it, because he was a priest, and priests shouldn't lie.

He chose to remain silent.

Mayfair didn't ask any more questions.

The two stood on the hillside, the moonlight casting long, pale shadows that blended with the shadows of the grave mounds, making it impossible to distinguish which was alive and which was dead.

The sounds from the top of the hill continued.

"Why did the good dog come to see Lulu today?"

"Because...because I'm not happy today."

Why are you unhappy?

"I'm stuck."

"What's stuck?"

"By...the window."

Lulu's voice carried a deliberate innocence, like she was coaxing a child: "Oh dear, how did you get stuck in the window?"

Wilford did not answer.

Later…

Mayfair's ears turned red.

Wayne glanced at her.