Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Wayne was about to reply to Mayfair.

A soft groan came from behind.

Wilford's finger twitched on the grass, his eyelids fluttered, and he uttered a mumbled syllable: "Lulu... Lulu..."

He's about to wake up.

Wayne turned around.

Wilford opened his eyes a crack, his pupils not yet focused, but his mouth was already open, as if he was about to shout something.

Wayne's hand landed on the side of his neck.

The force was precise, neither too light nor too heavy.

Wilford's eyes rolled back, then closed again.

"You…" Mayfair stood to the side, watching Wayne's swift movements, "Knocked him out?"

"Hmm." Wayne crouched down, took out a porcelain bottle from his waist, uncorked it, pinched Wilford's chin, and poured the medicine down his throat. "He shouldn't be awake now."

Mayfair watched him finish the second bottle of medicine.

"Will he be alright?"

"No, it won't." Wayne stuffed the porcelain bottle back in and dragged Wilford behind a large rock. "At most, he'll just sleep a little longer; it won't do him any harm."

He turned his head and looked at Mayfair.

"Continue with what happened earlier."

Mayfair paused for a moment.

"You agreed?"

Wayne did not answer directly.

He looked at Mayfair and asked her a question in return.

Do you want me to say yes?

Mayfair's face flushed red.

The heat spread from her cheeks to her ears, and from her ears to her neck, clearly visible in the moonlight. Her lips moved slightly, and a sound escaped her throat, barely audible, like a mosquito's hum.

"think……"

As soon as she uttered that word, she lowered her head, not daring to look at Wayne or Kasha, staring at the tips of her shoes.

She had been waiting for this answer for a long time.

From the moment she first saw Audrian, from the moment Wayne first cast water magic on her, from the moment she noticed the death energy within her body beginning to loosen, she had been waiting.

Waiting for a reason, waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an excuse to take that step.

Tonight's agreement is just an excuse.

Kaisa's condition was based on that reason.

She even thanked Kasha in her heart. Thank you to this female warrior who had been dead for two hundred years for giving her such a great opportunity.

Just then, a fair hand reached out and gently tugged at Mayfair's sleeve.

Kasha's voice came from the side.

"Master, I want to too..."

Mayfair looked up at Kasha.

Kasha knelt on the ground, her eyes shining. Water element flowed through her body, replacing the long-rotted nerves and giving this body, which had been dead for two hundred years, renewed consciousness.

Her expression was very serious.

He was so serious it didn't seem like he was joking.

Mayfair suddenly remembered something.

Her expression froze for a moment.

"Mr. Wayne."

"Um."

"There's one more thing... I haven't told you yet."

Wayne looked at her.

"What is it?"

Mayfair's fingers clenched her sleeves, her lips moved a few times, and her voice grew softer and softer.

"A contract... requires the master and servant... to complete together."

Wayne looked at her.

"What do you mean?"

Mayfair's face was completely red.

"It's...it's..."

She couldn't continue.

The panel popped up at this point.

[Mayfair Contract Supplementary Notes]

[The rules for signing a necromancer contract: Master and servant must complete it together. This "together" doesn't mean Mayfair can simply stand by and watch. She needs to participate. She needs to actively participate. Kasha's condition is that she wants you, so Mayfair, as the other party to the contract, must complete the final link of the contract.]

[Note 2: She's thinking about a problem. What should she do if you back out now? The answer is: There's nothing she can do. The contract has already been signed; going back is a breach of contract, and breach of contract has consequences. She can only beg. Beg you to agree. Beg in every way she can think of.]

[Additionally: Kai'Sa knelt beside her, watching, listening, and waiting. She was very patient; after all, she had already waited two hundred years, a few more minutes wouldn't make a difference.]

After looking at the panel, Wayne remained silent for a couple of moments.

"no problem."

Mayfair paused for a moment.

She thought she had misheard.

"Sir...you really agreed?"

"Yes." Wayne's tone was calm. "It's all for the sake of the contract. I believe the goddess will understand."

Mayfair opened her mouth.

She had considered many possibilities: Wayne hesitated, Wayne refused, Wayne said he needed to think about it, but she never expected him to agree so readily.

"Then... now?"

"Well, now," Wayne said. "It wouldn't be very polite to agree and wait any longer."

Wayne walked up to Mayfair.

"What do you need me to do?"

Mayfair looked up, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment before quickly looking away.

"The final link in the contract..." her voice was soft, "requires you... at the same time..."

She couldn't say that word.

Wayne didn't press the matter.

The panel has already given him the answer.

He reached out and put his hand on Mayfair's shoulder.

"Let's begin then."

Mayfair's shoulders trembled.

She took a deep breath, placed her hand on the back of Wayne's hand, and closed her eyes. Necromantic incantations flowed from her lips, the syllables drifting in the night breeze.

When the incantation is recited for the third time.

Wayne finally spoke.

"Mayfair".

"Um?"

"What's the use of reciting this now?"

Mayfair's voice was stuck in her throat.

It's really useless.

Necromantic incantations are for awakening the dead, not for this. She recited them so many times purely out of nervousness, because she didn't know what to do, because her mind was a complete mess.

Wayne sighed.

"She's really shy."

His hand slid off Mayfair's shoulder.

"I'll teach you; you can start!"

In just two minutes.

All the monsters that had been blocking the contract with the fabric were killed and lay motionless on the ground.

Under the moonlight, Mayfair was very red.

As for Kaisa, she didn't need Wayne's help. She wasn't bothered by the monsters at all. After all, she'd been dead for two hundred years; what monsters could possibly remain?

Kaisa knelt beside her, her hands supporting her chin, like a little girl watching someone unwrap a gift. Her eyes were bright, her lips were upturned, and she would occasionally offer a comment:

"Master, you have such a beautiful figure."

Mayfair's face turned even redder.

"You...you shouldn't speak."

"oh."

Kaisa shut up.

But it only closed for three seconds.

"Master, your hands are shaking badly, do you want me to help you press them down?"

"Need not!"

"Would you like me to help you lift your knees?"

Mayfair buried her face in Wayne's chest, her voice muffled: "Mr. Wayne, can I put her back in the ground?"

Wayne thought for a moment.

"The contract has already been signed; putting it back would be a breach of contract."

Mayfair took a deep breath, lifted her head from Wayne's embrace, and tried to look like a proper necromancer.

"Um, um, um... let's begin!"

Wayne glanced at her.

"it is good."

His hand rested on Mayfair's waist again, and water element seeped from his palm, flowing down her waistline.

Mayfair's body tensed up.

It doesn't hurt.

It's a different feeling.

The deathly aura began to loosen under the influence of the elements, like an undercurrent beneath the ice, melting and flowing little by little.

"Mr. Wayne..."

"Um."

"I'm a little..."

She couldn't describe what it felt like.

Kasha knelt beside her, watching intently.

"Master, you're crying."

Mayfair reached down and touched the corner of her eye.

It was indeed wet.