Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

St. Hilde Cathedral.

The oldest and most orthodox church in the Southern Continent, the source of the Great Temple, the mother of all churches. Her rules are written on a stone slab that has remained unchanged for three thousand years: clergy must not marry, must not have children, and must not have any form of intimate contact with the opposite sex.

But people always have desires.

The old bishops of St. Hilde understood this problem long ago: it's better to guide than to block.

Thus came into being the "sacrament".

Every man who joins St. Hilde must undergo this ritual before officially becoming a clergyman. For seven days and seven nights, he is anointed with a secret medicine and confined to a room covered with soft cushions.

They weren't using pain, but pleasure, insane pleasure, for a day and a night, two days and two nights, seven days and seven nights.

The secret medicine is not poison; the pleasure will come like a tide, wave after wave, overwhelming you from head to toe.

By the fifth day, most people could no longer distinguish between day and night. They lay on the ground; some cried, some laughed, some kept calling for their mothers, and some kept calling for their goddess.

But no one called for a halt.

It's not that I don't want to stop, it's that I can't stop.

Seven days later, the body was still there, but the desire was gone.

Some sacrament number

Those female followers were free. They could join, leave, choose their own followers, or simply observe. No one forced them, no one seduced them; everything was voluntary.

But some things, when repeated to a certain extent, can turn into a nightmare...

This is Saint Hilde's method.

The church was quiet in the afternoon.

Emma and Ella were taken out shopping by Vera, Lillian went to the Witch Cult, and Thomason also wisely left.

Mayfair stood in the corridor for a while, then pushed open the door to the examination room, with Kasha following behind her.

Wayne is already inside.

He sat behind the consultation table, holding a scripture in his hand, turned to a certain page in the middle, his posture as upright as if he were waiting for a believer to come and repent.

"You're here?"

"Hmm," Mayfair's voice was very soft.

"Close the door properly."

Kasha turned and closed the door, bolting it shut. The sound of the wooden bolt sliding into its groove was exceptionally clear in the quiet examination room, like a signal that some kind of ritual was about to begin.

Mayfair's shoulders trembled slightly.

Wayne put down the scroll and stood up.

"Let's begin."

Mayfair walked to the examination bed, her fingers resting on her collar. Her movements were neither fast nor slow, as if she were doing something she had rehearsed many times.

Kasha stood to the side, her gaze falling on Mayfair's fingers before shifting to Wayne's face.

"Lord Wayne."

"Um."

"What do I need to do?"

Wayne glanced at her.

What do you think?

Kasha chuckled.

"Lord Wayne, about that thing I mentioned last time, how about we give it a try...?"

"No, absolutely not!"

"I'm a guardian corpse, I don't eat..."

"That won't do either!"

The door to the examination room remained closed for a long time.

The wailing and howling of ghosts and wolves.

In a sense, the term is acceptable, after all, Kai'Sa is someone who returned from the land of the dead, but in reality, it's not that bad.

An hour and a half later.

The door to the examination room finally opened.

Wayne spoke casually to the two people behind him.

"You guys go take a shower first!"

He decided to do a thorough cleaning, especially in the examination room.

When the two little ones returned, the sun was already setting.

Emma carried a bag of candy in her left hand, a piece of cured meat in her right, and a piece of candy in her mouth, her cheeks bulging. Ella followed behind her, carrying a paper bag containing wool socks she had bought for Wayne to wear in winter.

Vera walked at the back, carrying a vegetable basket containing a few potatoes, two radishes, a bunch of scallions, and a piece of pork fat.

"elder sister."

"Um."

"How did you say the master treated Mayfair?"

Ella paused for a moment.

"It's... magical healing."

"I know it's magical healing." Emma chewed the candy in her mouth and swallowed it. "I'm asking how it was done. What techniques, methods, and steps were used?"

Ella's ears turned red.

Why are you asking these questions?

"Just curious." Emma stuffed the candy wrapper into her sleeve. "Those women in town are always the same. What do you think the master did to them?"

Ella did not answer.

She walked forward with her head down, her pace quicker than usual.

She thought of this morning.

I thought about what I had done.

Her face turned red.

Vera walked at the very back, listening to the two little ones' conversation. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back.

"We're here!" Emma quickened her pace, pushed open the back door of the church, ran through the corridor, and headed towards the examination room.

The door to the examination room was open.

Wayne was standing inside.

He was holding a damp cloth, wiping the edge of the examination bed. The sheets had been changed; they were new, white, neatly folded, with the corners tucked under the mattress. The air was filled with a mixed herbal scent.

Emma stood at the doorway, peering inside.

"Owner!"

Wayne looked up.

"You're back?"

"Yes!" Emma held up the paper bag in her hand. "Vera took us to buy candy! And candied fruit! And dried fruit!"

"You bought so much?"

"Not much, not much, they're all for Master." Emma walked into the examination room, stopped by the bed, and tilted her head to examine it. "Master, what are you doing?"

"Spring cleaning."

Why are we doing a big clean-up?

"Because it's dirty."

Emma looked down at the gray rag in Wayne's hand.

"Isn't Mayfair a treatment center? Why is it dirty?"

Wien paused for a moment before explaining.

"There were stains, so I'm cleaning them up."

Emma nodded.

"Owner."

"Um."

"What about Mayfair?"

"I'm going to take a shower."

"Where's Kai'Sa?"

"She went to take a shower too."

Just then, the panel appeared.

[Frosttown, North Gate Direction, Live Footage]

[Ace Wilford - Current Status: On his way back to town. Wearing a wrinkled linen shirt with the top two buttons undone, he looks like he's been camping in the wild for three days. His hair is messy, and he has a stubble of stubble on his chin, but he looks great. He looks more like someone who's just returned from a honeymoon than someone who's run away from home.]

[Accompanying person: Paladin Leon. Following behind Ace, keeping a distance of about three steps. Wearing Ace's spare clothes, a size too big. His complexion was not good, his lips were a little pale, and his left leg was weak when he walked, with each step pausing slightly, as if he had just ridden a horse for three days and three nights, although in reality he had been lying down for three days and three nights.]

[Note: The relationship between the two has undergone a subtle change. Three days ago, Ace was the "drug-wielder," and Leon was the "hostage." Now, Ace is the "guide," and Leon is the "follower." Ace hasn't figured out exactly what their relationship is yet. But he knows he doesn't dislike this feeling. He even kind of likes it.]

[Note 2: Leon is pondering a question. Should he return to Kant to rescue his companion? After much thought, the answer is: Yes. But not now.]