Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

When the moon rises.

Wayne leaned against the headboard.

[Kant Border - Shulasa Report]

[Status: Possessed by Hena. She is currently lying on the long table in the center of the cabin, her posture resembling a butterfly pinned to a specimen board.]

[Hena's assessment: Shurasa is a good vessel. Not because of her physical strength, but because her soul naturally possesses a magnanimous spirit that "accepts all comers."]

[Note: Hena's original words were, "This woman's body was born for demons. No, not just for demons. Her body itself is a vessel. She's shrewd...? Well, you know what I mean."]

[P.S.: Your fame has spread to a small extent in the Abyss, and the instigator was Hena.]

Wayne finished reading the last line and closed his eyes.

He became famous in the abyss.

A priest, in the devil's lair, became famous for "not expelling the devil."

What kind of reputation is this?

He rolled over and pulled the blanket up to his chin.

Forget it.

In the Kingdom of Wiggins, reputation is worthless. The king doesn't even wear clothes anymore, so it doesn't seem like a big deal for a priest to have some fame in the demon world.

Footsteps came from outside the door.

It's very light.

It's not just one person's, it's two people's.

Wayne opened his eyes.

Emma came in first, her hair still damp, a few strands clinging to her cheeks. She was holding a pillow, and every step she took had a cheerful rhythm.

Ella followed behind, her hair wrapped in a towel and carrying a pillow in her arms. She walked slower than Emma, ​​and when she reached the door, she looked back at the corridor to make sure no one was watching before closing the door.

Wayne noticed that Ella seemed to have grown quite a bit recently, towering over Emma by half a head, and her figure had also improved, with all the right features now defined.

"Master!" Emma's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an irrepressible excitement. "We're done washing!"

Wayne looked at them.

"Are you done washing?"

"You're so clean!" Emma threw her pillow on the bed, climbed up, lay down to Wayne's left, and burrowed into the blankets, only her pale red eyes showing. "My sister is clean too; she took longer to wash than I am."

Wayne stepped aside.

"Hair wasn't dried."

"It's wiped clean."

"It's still dripping."

Emma looked down at the water stains on her shoulder, chuckled twice, and grabbed the corner of the blanket to wipe her hair. Wayne reached out and snatched the blanket back from her, picked up the dry towel from the bedside table, and draped it over Emma's head.

"Don't move."

Emma obediently stopped moving.

Wayne rubbed her hair through the towel.

Emma squinted, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.

Ella stood by the bed, clutching another towel in her hand, watching Wayne dry Emma's hair without saying a word.

Wayne took the towel off Emma's head.

"alright."

Emma tossed her hair, the fluffy, pale red strands shimmering in the candlelight. She reached out and touched them, nodding in satisfaction, before tumbling into the covers, leaving only her eyes showing.

"Sister, come quick!"

Wayne also wiped Ella's hair.

She was quieter than Emma.

En pressed her fingers on the top of her head through the towel. She could feel the pressure, neither too strong nor too weak, from the top of her head to the ends of her hair, over and over again.

"alright."

Wayne took the towel down.

Ella's hair was loose and soft, falling over her shoulders.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"Thank you, Master."

"Go to bed."

The bed was large, and Emma had already taken up the spot against the wall, so Ella slept on the outside and Wayne slept in the middle.

"Master, your bed is so soft."

"Um."

"Softer than our bed."

"Um."

"Can we sleep here every day from now on?"

"It depends."

Wayne used magic to blow out the lamp, leaving only moonlight shining in through the window, which spread a silvery-white area on the ground.

Emma fell asleep quickly.

Her breathing became even and long, she snuggled closer to Wayne, rested her head on his arm, and mumbled something indistinctly, probably in her sleep.

Ella is still awake.

She was staring at the ceiling with her eyes open, her breathing light, but Wayne could feel that her body was tense, unlike Emma who was completely relaxed.

"Can't sleep?" Wayne's voice was very soft.

Ella's fingers twitched under the covers.

"Um."

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

There was a few moments of silence.

The panel popped up.

[Ella - Current Status]

[Status: Shy.]

[Note: She wanted to be good to her master. Not just simply good, but a different kind of good. She couldn't quite explain what it was, but she knew it was different from Mayfair's goodness towards her master, and different from Kasha's. She wanted to go deeper.]

[Note 2: Ella is very perceptive. She has learned a great deal. Not from books, but from life itself. From Mayfair's blushing, from Wendy's buttons, from Kasha's accessories, from the eyes of the women coming to church. She saw everything, heard everything, and remembered everything.]

[Also: She was thinking about a question. If she rolled over now and buried her face in her owner's lap, would her owner push her away? After thinking for a long time, the answer was: no. Her owner wouldn't push her away, but he also wouldn't hug her first. That's just how her owner is—neither proactive nor rejecting, and not responsible.]

The panel is still hanging there.

Don't take the initiative, don't refuse, and don't be responsible.

Wayne raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at the last three words.

Irresponsible?

What does this panel show about his irresponsibility?

When he was in Aldrian, after every treatment did he ever remind his patients to drink water on time and get enough rest? When he was in Frostshire, did he never fail to complete his tasks and clean up the mess? He even saved someone like Wilford three times, so how much more responsibility do you expect from him?

Forget it.

The control panel is static, but people are dynamic.

There's no need to get worked up over a panel.

He turned to the side and stretched out his hand.

Ella's body stiffened for a moment.

Wayne's arm slipped under her waist, and with a gentle pull, he drew her into his embrace.

Ella's forehead rested against his chest.

She could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong, each beat like the ticking of a pendulum. Her heartbeat, however, was not so steady; it pounded wildly, jumping from her chest to her throat and back again.

"Owner……"

Her voice muffled in his chest, as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"Um."

"You...how could you..."

"Don't you want me to hug you?"

"No, I didn't...think of it..."

The panel popped up again.

[Ella - Current Status]

Status: Successful.

[Note: The question she pondered for a long time, the answer to which was: her master wouldn't push her away. But she never imagined her master would hug her willingly. The difference between these two answers was greater than the distance she traveled from Frost Town to the capital.]

[Note 2: She's thinking about a problem. What should she do now? After thinking for a long time, the answer is: she doesn't know. Her plan only goes up to the step of "being held by her owner"; she hasn't planned the steps after that. Maybe she should just slowly slide down?]

The reality is...

Not long after.

Ella was asleep too.