Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

An hour and a half later.

The moon has already begun to set in the west.

Three people are looking at the moon on the grass.

The night breeze was gently swaying.

The scene was very quiet.

Mayfair stared at the moon in the sky, her eyes unblinking.

She had been watching for quite a while.

It's not that the moon is particularly beautiful.

It's not that the night view is bad, but that it's beautiful.

A sky full of stars

Wayne was lying down, his arms behind his head, counting the stars in the sky, looking very relaxed.

Kasha was sitting.

She was also counting stars, but the corners of her mouth and eyes were upturned, and she exuded a sense of satisfaction that said, "I'm finally alive."

Mayfair chose to look at the moon.

The panel popped up in front of Wayne.

[Mayfair - Current Status]

[Status: Completely relaxed.]

[Note: She was thanking the goddess. Thanking the goddess for letting her meet Wayne, thanking the goddess for letting Kasha make that request, thanking the goddess for making the moon so round, the wind so gentle, and the grass so soft tonight. She even wanted to thank Mayor Wilford; if it weren't for what he did in the graveyard, she might not have made up her mind so quickly.]

[Note 2: She didn't want to leave. Not the kind of reluctance to leave because she was "thinking about it," but the kind where "her feet just wouldn't move." She felt her brain should keep its promise to her two-day-later meeting, but at that moment, her mind was filled with something else.]

Meanwhile, Kai'Sa didn't fare much better.

Kai'Sa - Current Status

[Status: Happy. Not just simple happiness, but the kind of happiness that comes from "gaining something." What she waited a lifetime for in her life, she received in a single night two hundred years after her death.]

[Note: She believes that following Mayfair will definitely put her in a good position in the future. This isn't a metaphor, it's a reality. After all, it's only the first day of the contract, and the results are already this good. She's calculating a formula: Future × Healing × Master = ? Her math isn't great, but she thinks the answer should be perfect. Even though she's already died once.]

[Note 2: Although she is a zombie, she seems to be different from other zombies. Her senses are stronger, and the magic within her allows her to perceive everything that a normal person can perceive, even better than a normal person.]

[Note 3: Wayne stopped her curiosity.]

Kasha suddenly spoke.

"Owner."

Mayfair turned her head to look at her.

"Um?"

"Can we always do this from now on?"

Mayfair's face flushed red.

She stammered for a long time.

"The contract...wasn't it already completed?"

"Can't we continue once it's finished?" Kasha tilted her head, her expression as serious as if she were discussing a subject of study. "The contract says 'I want you,' not 'just once.'"

Mayfair's ears started to smoke.

"That...that is..."

"And," Kasha interrupted her, her gaze shifting to the moon in the sky, "I think the moon is beautiful tonight."

She paused.

"I've seen the moon before. When I was alive, I would lie on the training field alone and look at it all night, but I never found it beautiful. Tonight is different."

"What's different?"

"Someone is watching with me."

Mayfair remained silent.

Kasha continued.

"Master, do you think it's possible for a person to fall in love with someone else after they die?"

Mayfair opened her mouth.

She didn't know the answer.

She was a necromancer, a chosen one of the gods, who had studied the undead for five years. She knew that the dead retained their obsessions, habits, and even desires from their previous lives. But liking them?

That's not something the undead should have.

The spirits of the dead are obsessions, resentment, and an inability to let go.

It's not that I like it.

But she glanced at Kaisa's expression.

That face, which had been dead for two hundred years, was filled with something she had never seen on the face of any other spirit.

"Yes," Mayfair said.

Kasha's lips curled up even higher.

"Can I like Lord Wayne?"

Mayfair's face turned red again.

"You...you should ask him."

Kasha looked at Mayfair.

"Can I like my master?"

Mayfair was stunned.

Kasha's gaze was direct, so direct that Mayfair didn't know where to hide. She lowered her head, staring at her fingers, her voice as soft as the wind.

"Whatever...do as you please."

Five minutes later, Wayne sat up from the grass.

"It's time to go back."

Mayfair also sat up and glanced at the big rock.

"Where is Mayor Wilford?"

"I just sprinkled some invisibility potion on him." Wayne stood up, brushing the grass clippings off his clothes. "No one will bother him."

Mayfair nodded.

As the three walked out of the cemetery, Kasha suddenly stopped and looked down at the large coat she was wearing.

"Lord Wayne."

"Um."

"I'm wearing that person's clothes, he won't mind, will he?"

Mayfair then remembered. Kasha had crawled out of the dirt naked; she had stripped the clothes off Wilford. The mayor was now lying shirtless behind the large rock, wearing only a…

Mayfair's face turned red again.

"Mr. Wayne, the mayor, he..."

Wayne made a slight prayer gesture.

May the goddess bless his journey tomorrow.

Kasha walked briskly, following closely behind Wayne, not at all like a zombie who had been dead for two hundred years.

"Lord Wayne."

"Um."

Does your fist hurt?

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"That's good." Kasha paused. "I was so happy when you were sparring with the real fighter just now."

Wayne paused for a moment.

"happy?"

"Yes." Kasha nodded. "When I was alive, no one had the heart to hit me. They all said that I was a girl, that I had to be gentle and dignified, that I couldn't fight, and that I couldn't get hurt. I practiced swordsmanship in secret."

She put her hands behind her back and walked with steps as light as if she were dancing.

"You're different. When you hit me, you really hit me. It wasn't a softie, it wasn't a pleading; you really treated me like a serious opponent."

Her eyes were bright.

"Lord Wayne, will you still be able to hit me in the future?"

Mayfair walked beside him, burying her face in her collar, pretending she hadn't heard anything.

Wayne remained silent for two breaths.

"It depends."

"Okay." Kasha's steps became lighter.

"Then I'll make you angry more often in the future."

Mayfair finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Kasha".

"Um?"

"Can you...be normal for once?"

Kasha tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"I'm perfectly normal. I've lived for twenty-six years and been dead for two hundred years, and I've never been this normal before."

Mayfair opened her mouth, only to find that she couldn't refute it.

The three continued walking forward.

Kasha couldn't help but speak.

"Mr. Wayne."

"Um."

"Could you give me a little more of the magical energy you used when you hit me just now?"

Wayne paused for a moment.

"Now?"

"Yes, now." Kasha's tone was very serious. "I lost quite a lot of energy just now, and I feel a bit dry inside. I want to replenish some."

Mayfair walked in the middle, her ears turning red again.

She quickened her pace, walked to Wayne's side, lowered her head, and pretended not to have heard anything.

Wayne continued walking forward.

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

"Okay." Kasha's voice was tinged with laughter.

"We'll talk about it when we get back."