Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

The next day arrived.

Today is the day Mayfair departs.

Before dawn, Vera was already busy in the kitchen.

A pot of thick porridge was simmering on the stove, next to two trays of toast and a dish of thinly sliced ​​cured meat, neatly arranged on a plate. She didn't usually make such a lavish breakfast; today was different—it was a farewell.

Mayfair stood at the church entrance, wearing a dark gray cloak with the hood undone, her hair fluttering gently in the morning breeze. At her feet lay an old leather trunk, its clasp loosened, bound twice with a hemp rope.

Kasha stood behind her, wearing the gray dress. Today, the hem didn't drag on the ground; it was sewn to her ankles, revealing a pair of black leather boots that Mayfair had found for her last night.

Wayne walked over from the other end of the corridor.

"Are you up?"

"Hmm." Mayfair looked at him, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment before shifting away, her face slightly flushed. "Good morning."

"morning."

"Good morning." Wayne glanced at the suitcase at her feet, then at Kasha behind her. "Let's have breakfast first. It's not too late to leave after you've eaten."

In the kitchen, the porridge had already been served.

Six bowls, lined up in a row.

Wayne sat in the main seat, with Emma and Ella on his left and Mayfair and Kasha on his right. Vera stood by the stove, holding a plate of freshly baked bread, and used a spatula to place the bread onto the table one by one.

Emma didn't make a fuss today. She quietly drank her porridge, the spoon clinking softly against the rim of the bowl. She took two sips, looked up at Mayfair, then lowered her head again to continue drinking.

Mayfair took a sip of porridge and put down the bowl.

"Mr. Wayne."

"Um."

"I will write to you after I get to Kansas."

"it is good."

"Kansas is close to the capital. If you can't stand staying in Frosttown, come find me in Kansas." She paused. "Although the Necromancers have a bad reputation, they're still respectable in Kansas."

Wayne smiled.

"it is good."

Kasha sat beside her, holding a piece of bread in her hand, not eating. She didn't need to eat, but she liked the feeling of holding the bread—warm, soft, and springing back when pressed down by her fingertips. She kneaded the bread over and over twice before speaking.

"Lord Wayne."

"Um."

I'll miss you too.

"Um."

"Not just the kind of thinking that you do."

Mayfair kicked Kasha under the table.

Kasha remained unfazed.

"Master, why did you kick me? I didn't say anything wrong."

Mayfair's ears turned red.

Vera stood by the stove, wiping her hands repeatedly on her apron.

"Miss Mayfair"

"Um?"

"When you get to Kansas, remember to take good care of yourself. It's cold there, so wear plenty of clothes. If the Necromancers mistreat you, write back and we'll send an adult to pick you up."

Mayfair smiled.

"it is good."

Vera wanted to say something, but then she shut her mouth. She turned around, pretending to clean the stove, and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

Mayfair watched Vera's retreating figure, remained silent for a moment, and then turned to Wayne.

"Mr. Wayne."

"Um."

There's something I've been meaning to tell you.

Wayne looked at her.

"What is it?"

Mayfair drew a circle on the table with her finger.

"After I'm gone, Vera will take my place. Although she's not a nun, she's better at taking care of people than I am. Leave the church affairs to her; she can handle anything. She'll be fine."

Vera continued.

"Yes, I can do anything."

Kasha put the piece of bread she had been kneading for a while back onto the plate and tilted her head to look at Vera.

"Can that be done too?"

The kitchen was quiet for a moment.

Vera's face flushed red from her neck down to her ears, as if someone had lit a fire under the stove. She opened her mouth, her hands clenching and clenching her apron, twisting the fabric into a spiral.

"Miss Kasha, which one are you referring to?"

Kasha blinked.

"That's the one."

Vera's face turned even redder.

Mayfair gave Kasha another light kick under the table, hitting her shin with a dull thud.

Kasha remained unfazed.

"Master, you kicked me twice."

Mayfair's ears turned bright red, as if they were about to bleed. She picked up her bowl of porridge, buried her face in it, and pretended not to have heard anything.

Wayne put down the bread in his hand and coughed twice.

"Um... let's eat breakfast, let's eat breakfast."

Emma sat opposite, a spoon in her hand, her pale red eyes darting between Kasha and Vera. She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

"I can do that too."

The kitchen fell silent for a moment.

All eyes fell on Emma's face at the same time.

Emma looked completely at ease.

"Why are you all looking at me like that? I can do everything Vera can do. I can wash clothes very well, I don't slack off when sweeping, and I can even start a fire, although I sometimes clog the chimney, but Vera taught me how to do that."

She paused, then added.

"Master, let me take care of you from now on."

Wayne was silent for a moment.

"You're still young."

"I'm not little anymore," Emma puffed out her chest. "I'm a day older than yesterday."

This logic was impeccable, and Wien was speechless.

Ella sat beside her, head down, stirring the porridge in her bowl with a spoon, stirring it round and round. Her ears were red, from her earlobes all the way to her earlobes, clearly visible in the morning light.

Her lips moved several times, and the sound squeezed out from her throat, as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"I can do that too."

Emma turned to look at her.

"Sister, what else can you do?"

Ella lowered her head even further.

"It's...it's that you can do anything."

Emma tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"oh."

She didn't ask any further questions.

Ella breathed a sigh of relief.

Footsteps could be heard outside the church.

Grote and Bruno arrived.

Two level-three undead, each two meters tall, dressed in loose black robes, turned the corner. Their gait was no different from that of normal people; their steps were steady and their rhythm even. But upon closer inspection, one would notice that their feet made no sound when they landed.

Grote stopped at the church entrance and bowed slightly.

"Lord Mayfair."

"Um."

Bruno stood behind him, his gaze passing over Mayfair and landing on Kasha.

He frowned slightly.

"This is... a guardian corpse?"

"Yes." Mayfair stepped aside to make room. "Kasha Anri, fourth-tier strength, died in the North Slope Graveyard."

Bruno's gaze lingered on Kai'Sa's face for a long time. His nose twitched slightly, as if he were sniffing something. He was a zombie, dead for nearly two hundred years, and intimately familiar with the scents of his own kind. But the scent emanating from Kai'Sa was not that of a zombie.

She has the warmth of a living person.

There's something else he can't quite explain.

"She's different," Bruno said.

"Hmm." Mayfair didn't explain further.

Grote also looked at Kasha.

"She doesn't look...like a walker."

Kasha turned her head and glanced at Grote. Grote felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and turned his head to the side.

Bruno took a step forward.

"Sister Mayfair, it's time to go."

Mayfair nodded.

She looked at Wayne.

"Mr. Wayne."

"Um."

"I'm leaving."

"Bon Voyage."

Mayfair lowered her head, took a deep breath, and turned to walk towards the door. Kasha followed behind her, took two steps, then stopped and turned back.

"Lord Wayne."

"Um."

I will really miss you.

Wayne smiled.

"Me too."