Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Inside the garden behind the side gate.

Kasha leaned against the wall, and Mayfair stood opposite her; the two were having a serious discussion.

"Master, can the guardian corpse get pregnant?"

Mayfair was silent for a moment.

"It depends on the goddess's mood. Maybe one day she'll take pity on you and get you pregnant."

Kasha's eyes lit up.

"real?"

"It's fake." Mayfair's voice was flat. "There's no record of a guardian corpse becoming pregnant in the necromancy manuals. You're a walking corpse; your body is dead. How could you become pregnant?"

Kasha's lips twitched downwards.

"What about water element? Lord Wayne's water element can give me a sense of touch, it can improve my skin, make my hair smoother, and maybe it can even make me..."

"No," Mayfair interrupted her.

"I haven't tried it many times."

"You know without even trying."

"How will you know if you don't try more?"

Mayfair took a deep breath.

"Kasha, you are a corpse."

"Even corpses have dreams."

Mayfair opened her mouth, realizing that talking about basic physiological knowledge with a woman who had been dead for two hundred years was the stupidest thing she had ever done.

Wayne pushed open the side door.

The door hinge clicked softly, and Mayfair and Kasha turned their heads at the same time. Kasha's gaze fell on him, paused for a moment, and then the corners of her mouth turned up.

"Lord Wayne."

"Um."

"When did you arrive?"

"Just arrived."

Then Kai'Sa took a step forward, stopped in front of Wayne, and looked up at him.

"Lord Wayne, it's time for treatment again."

Wayne nodded.

The three walked toward the examination room. As they passed the foyer, Emma was squatting on the floor counting ants, while Ella sat in a chair flipping through the abridged version of the Bible. Vera was washing dishes in the kitchen, the sound of running water mingling with the clinking of the dishes.

Emma looked up.

"Master, where are you going?"

"Clinic room".

"What are you going to the examination room for?"

"Give Kaisa additional treatment."

Emma tilted her head and glanced at Kaisa.

"Didn't she just have treatment yesterday?"

Kasha remained unfazed.

"I need to undergo treatment twice more."

"Oh." Emma lowered her head and continued counting the ants. After counting two, she looked up again. "Master, may I go see them?"

"cannot."

Why?

Wayne thought for a moment.

"Because the treatment process is very tedious, I don't want you to get bored."

Emma's lips twitched slightly.

"I'm not afraid of being bored."

"You're afraid."

Emma stared at Wayne for a couple of breaths, then looked at Kasha, then at Mayfair.

"Alright."

Ella stood up from her chair.

Close the Bible and hold it to your chest.

"Owner."

"Um."

"I...I have something I want to tell you."

Wayne looked at her.

"What is it?"

Ella walked up to him and looked up at him. Her ears were red, and her lips moved several times, the sound squeezed out from her throat.

"I want to take Emma to the Witch Cult to play with Lillian."

Wayne looked at her.

"Now?"

"Yes, now." Ella's fingers traced the cover of the holy book. "Vera is going too."

Vera poked her head out of the kitchen, her hands still dripping wet.

"Huh? Me?"

"Hmm." Ella turned to look at her. "Didn't you say you wanted to visit the Witch Cult?"

Vera opened her mouth slightly, then closed it again.

She did mention wanting to visit the Witch Cult, but it was just a casual remark. What would a cook like her do at the Witch Cult? Watch them perform magic? Or watch them transform into monsters? But after glancing at Ella's eyes, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue. At this moment, going was the right thing to do.

"Yes, yes, I really want to go and see."

Vera wiped her hands on her apron twice.

She came out of the kitchen.

Emma patted the dust off her knees.

"Sister, what are we going to the Witch Cult for?"

"Play."

"What do you want to play?"

You'll know when you get there.

Emma tilted her head and thought for a moment, feeling that her sister was acting a little strange today. Usually, she disliked going out the most and would never leave the house if she could stay at home, but today she actually took the initiative to say that she wanted to go out, and even wanted to go to the Witch Cult.

But she didn't think much of it.

As long as there's something to do, that's fine.

"Okay! Let's go!" Emma ran to the door, unlatched it, and called back, "Master, we're leaving!"

"Okay, come back soon."

"knew!"

Emma took Ella's hand, and the two went out the door one after the other. Vera followed behind, stopping at the door and glancing back at Wayne.

"grown ups."

"Um."

What would you like to eat for dinner?

"casual."

Vera nodded, pushed open the door, and went out.

The lobby quieted down.

Kasha stood in the hallway, looking at the closed door.

"Lord Wayne."

"Um."

"Those two little girls are quite sensible."

Wayne didn't respond.

Mayfair stood to the side, head down, her ears still red.

"let's go."

……

In the hall of the Witch Cult, several open books lay on a long table, the wind blowing through the cracks in the window making the pages rustle.

Dora lay on the table, her chin resting on the back of her hand, her glasses askew on the bridge of her nose, her eyes half-open and half-closed behind the lenses.

"boring."

Nobody paid any attention to her.

"I said, it's boring."

Still, no one paid any attention to her.

Dora buried her face in her arms, her voice muffled in her sleeve: "Tiruru, say something."

Tilu sat on the windowsill, one leg dangling over the edge, the other dangling in mid-air and swinging back and forth.

She held a small mirror in her hand, looking at her face directly in the mirror, looking left and right, and then turning her head to look at the area behind her ears.

"What did you say?"

"Anything is fine."

Tilulu put the mirror away, jumped down from the windowsill, walked to the table, sat down, and rested her chin on her hands.

"I'm bored too."

The hall was quiet for a couple of moments.

Lynette walked down the corridor, carrying a steaming cup of tea. She leaned against the doorframe, a slight smile playing on her lips, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Dora and Tilulu.

"You two are both hopeless."

Dora lifted her head from her arms; her glasses were still askew.

"You think you're so great? If you're so great, why don't you go and do it?"

"Where am I supposed to go?"

"Go find Wayne," Dora's voice rose a half-octave. "Didn't you say you were the best flirt in the Order? Go flirt with him. Bring him back and show us."

Lynette's lips froze for a moment, then curled up even higher.

"I didn't make a move then."

If I were to take action, what would be left for you?

Tilulu stood up from the table, walked to Linette, and looked up at her.

"Then make your move now."

Lynette paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.

"Now? No way. They don't have time."

How do you know I don't have time?

"Wendy said it."

Since Wendy awakened her voyeuristic abilities, she has spent most of her time locked in her room. Peeping into the future is more difficult than anyone in the Witch Cult could have imagined.

However, to be honest...

In fact, Wendy spends most of her time expressing gratitude to the goddess through illusions, which is why her dark circles under her eyes get worse day by day.

As for where Emily is?

The shadows always peek into reality.

She was in the shadows.

Twenty minutes later.

The church trio arrived, and on their way, they encountered Urassou—the mind-reading witch.

Urasoo gleaned some amusing information from Ella and Vera's thoughts about the church, and she blushed.

She couldn't help but recite the poem:

The spring water crests over the rooftops where griffins roost; what falls is neither rain nor dew, but salt on the backs of laborers, and the murmurs of the witch of the deep well.