Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

When Wayne came out, it was completely dark.

The carriage was still waiting at the door, and a servant opened it. He got in; the carriage was quiet, with only the sound of wheels rolling over the cobblestones. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

The panel popped up again.

It still maintains that style that's both serious and unserious.

[Ella (Ice Witch) - Current Status: Lost in thought]

[Note: The mistress has been gone for two hours and hasn't returned. She sat in her room, staring at the door, her mind already rehearsing eighty episodes of melodrama. From "Has the mistress abandoned us?" to "Could those noblewomen have detained her?" to "What will we do if the mistress doesn't come back?" The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and the more frightened she became, the more she thought about it, her fingers twisting the hem of her skirt into countless wrinkles.]

Emma (Fire Witch) - Current Status: Also lost in thought.

[Note: She wasn't thinking about that much of a tragic drama. Her main concern was one thing: if her master really didn't want them anymore, could they soak in that medicinal bath one more time before leaving? That bath felt really good, and it even made their breasts bigger. She'd secretly squeezed them several times just now; they were soft and bouncy.]

[P.S.: Emma just asked her sister, "If our master doesn't come back, will we go hungry again?" Ella didn't answer, but her eyes welled up with tears. Emma then said, "It's okay, I can steal bread to feed you." Ella finally cried.]

Wayne looked at the panel, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Two adorable guys.

The carriage continued on its way, the wheels making a rhythmic rumbling sound as they rolled over the cobblestones. Streetlights flashed by outside the window, their light flickering across his face.

He recalled the first time he saw those two girls.

Skin and bones, covered in wounds, huddled in a corner shivering. Ella, delirious with fever, still protected her sister, while Emma, ​​too hungry to stand, dared to crawl at his feet.

Now look what's happened.

One person is acting out a tragic drama in the room.

One is studying their own body.

Good.

At least they know fear, they know worry, they know to ponder trivial matters, which means they are psychologically healthy.

Audrian was quiet in the night. The shops were all closed, and there were few people on the street. Occasionally, a stray dog ​​would emerge from an alley, sniff under the streetlights, and then disappear back inside.

He stayed in this city for three years.

Three years—not a long time, not a short time. Enough for him to double the number of believers in a small border town, enough for him to get to know the women who came to "confess" every now and then, enough for him to pick up those two dying children from the market.

Sometimes he also thought that, in a sense, what he was doing was no different from those underground cults.

Cults offer illusions, but he offers comfort.

Cults are addictive; they are addictive.

Cults harvest the souls of their followers. What they harvest from their followers... isn't so much, mostly just the desires of young girls and wealthy women.

As for what the actual effect is, the extra overflow of water magic elements is the best proof.

Of course, over the years, he hasn't just done inhuman things. He has never been stingy with his magical potions and medical skills for some kind and devout believers.

The carriage stopped at the church entrance.

The driver jumped out and opened the car door.

"Father, we've arrived."

Wayne got off the bus.

A night breeze blew in, carrying the chill of early autumn. The church doors were ajar, a sliver of candlelight shining through the cracks. He pushed open the doors, walked through the foyer, down the corridor, and stopped in front of his room.

There was light even through the crack in the door.

He pushed open the door.

Two girls sat on the edge of the bed. The candlelight flickered on their faces, illuminating two pairs of dark eyes that were raised at the same time.

"Master! You're back!"

Emma reacted first. She jumped off the bed, ran barefoot over, and hugged Wayne tightly.

Ella paused for a moment. She was a little slower than her sister, but not by much, and quickly ran over to hug him.

"Master, I miss you."

Two small bodies pressed together, their arms wrapped tightly around each other, and warmth seeped through their clothes.

Wayne looked down.

The two figures were almost at his chest.

Both of them have become a bit chubby.

The awakening potion didn't just make them grow taller and more mature. Holding them in my arms, I could feel that they were no longer the bony skeletons that used to be; they were smaller, softer, longer, and warmer.

Wayne ruffled their hair.

"Why aren't you asleep?"

Ella lowered her head.

Emma answered for her, "My sister said she can't sleep if you don't come back."

Wayne looked at Ella.

Ella blushed and lowered her head.

"Master... I... I..."

Emma lifted her face from Wayne's chest, her bright black eyes looking up at him: "My sister was almost crying just now."

"Emma!"

That's just how it is.

Wayne raised his hand and pressed it on the top of each of their heads.

"Go to sleep."

Ella looked up, her eyes reddening again.

"Owner……"

"I have things to do tomorrow. I should go to bed early."

Ella nodded.

Emma raised her hand.

"Master, may I ask you a question?"

Wayne looked at her.

"ask."

"Will you... abandon us in the future?"

Wayne looked at her.

Those dark eyes were bright, carrying a hint of seriousness, a hint of worry, and a touch of her characteristic straightforwardness.

"Won't."

Emma blinked.

"real?"

"real."

Emma smiled, revealing her neat teeth.

"We're going to sleep now! Goodnight, Master!"

She pulled her sister toward the bed, but after taking two steps, she turned back.

"Master, can we still use that potion in the future?"

Wayne looked at her.

"……able."

Emma smiled even more broadly.

Wayne returned to his cubicle.

After lying down, he subconsciously opened the control panel.

This is an old problem I have from a past life. If I don't browse something before bed, I feel uncomfortable all over and can't fall asleep at all. Back then, it was my phone; now it's this panel that pops up gossip updates from time to time. Ever since the panel appeared, this old problem has reappeared.

To be fair, this thing did bring a lot of fun to his boring life.

[Ella - Affection Level: 90%]

[Note: Her owner just petted her head and hugged her. She's decided not to wash her face, not to wash her hair, and not to change her clothes tonight. She'll just sleep like this.]

Emma - Affection Level: 90%

[Note: The owner said she can soak in medicinal water again later. She's already planning to borrow a ruler from the owner next time to measure herself. She always feels she can grow even longer. Also, when she hugged her just now, she secretly pinched the owner's waist; it's firm, and she likes it.]

[P.S.: The Viscountess is currently lying in bed, her face still flushed, clearly from another relaxing session in the mining industry. Her husband hasn't been home in a long time, and for the first time, she's thinking that it might actually be quite nice if he doesn't come home.]

[P.S.: Marco went to his daughter's grave tonight. He sat there for two hours without saying a word. Before leaving, he placed a wildflower he had picked by the roadside during the day; it was already wilted.]

[P.S. Sister Mayfair is having trouble sleeping tonight. Not because she's scared, but because it's been so long since anyone told her "you can go." She's a little unaccustomed to it.]