Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

In the afternoon, after the confessional door finally closed, Wayne led the two girls toward the office area in the backyard of the church.

Ella tugged at the hem of Wayne's robe, following him with small steps. Emma had just woken up, rubbing her eyes, and was still a little unsteady on her feet.

"Master, where are we going?"

Emma yawned.

"I need money."

Emma blinked.

"What kind of money do you want?"

"The church promised to cover the travel expenses," Wayne said, "enough for five people."

Emma said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

Passing through the archway, the office of the archdeacon Casa was at the end of the corridor. The door was ajar, and voices could be heard coming from inside.

"...Does that kid really think I'd give him money?"

It's Casa's voice.

"Your Excellency is wise." Another voice chuckled, "Going to Frost Town is suicide. It doesn't matter whether you give him money or not, he won't have any money to spend anyway."

"You can't say that," Casa said slowly. "It's all business. He wanted money, so I told him the parish was short on funds and to wait. After ten days or two weeks, he was already on his way, and that had nothing to do with me."

"You're right, sir."

Wayne stood at the doorway.

Wayne stood at the doorway.

Ella and Emma both looked up at him. They had heard what was being said inside, and the two little ones didn't look too happy.

Wayne didn't move.

The conversation inside continued.

"Sir, what if that kid causes trouble..."

"Making a scene?" Kasa chuckled. "What does he have to make a scene about? He's accepted the appointment, he hasn't even left yet, he's still Audrian's priest. It's perfectly normal for a priest to ask his superiors for funding, and they'll tell him there's a budget constraint and he should wait, isn't it?"

The two of them laughed.

Kasa looked at the appointment letter with a sinister gaze.

That kid is too good-looking, so good-looking it's unsettling. A man who looks like that should just die a long time ago.

Emma was about to speak when Ella grabbed her sleeve.

Wayne turned around.

"Let's go."

He walked back, his steps slow and steady, just as he had come.

The two girls followed behind, neither of them saying a word.

As Emma reached the corner of the corridor, she couldn't hold back any longer.

"Master, don't you want the money anymore?"

Wayne kept walking.

"No, I don't want it."

Emma grew angrier the more she thought about it.

She stopped in her tracks, and the light in her eyes gradually brightened, a small flame slowly burning in her pupils.

"Master, I want to..."

I want to burn him alive.

Ella, who was standing nearby, was startled and quickly tugged at her sister's sleeve.

"Emma!"

Emma ignored her sister and looked at Wayne.

"Master, I feel like I can burn him to death. I really can."

Wayne looked at her.

The flames in those dark eyes weren't a metaphor; something was truly burning within them. He'd seen that look before; when a witch awakens, her instinctive power overflows. Emma, ​​being of the fire element, was now overwhelmed by anger and couldn't suppress it.

The panel pops up.

Emma (Fire Witch)

[Current state: Emotionally agitated, overflowing with magic.]

[Note: She's serious. In her current state, if she stormed into that office, she could incinerate Kasa within three breaths. Daring to bully her beloved master is something she cannot tolerate.]

Wayne walked over.

He raised his hand and placed his palm on Emma's head.

The cool water element seeps in, like a ladle of cool water poured on a newly lit flame.

Emma shuddered, and the flame in her eyes went out.

She blinked and looked up at Wayne.

"Owner……"

"No need," Wayne said.

Emma was stunned.

"But he bullied you..."

Wayne looked at her.

"Getting entangled with trash will only get your hands dirty."

Emma opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Wayne withdrew his hand, turned around, and continued walking.

"Let's go."

Emma stood there, watching his back, then looked at the door, and finally followed him.

After taking a few steps, she muttered to herself.

"But...but..."

"But what?"

Emma thought about it.

"But if the garbage isn't cleaned up, it will stink."

Wayne's lips curled up slightly.

"Someone will clean it up."

In fact, over the years he has saved up quite a bit of money through the various prompts on the panel, roughly four or five hundred Dimensional Shield coins.

This is what he accumulated by mixing those "occasionally popping up formulas" into medicines and selling them to people in need. Adding in the "thank you gifts" that the women would send every now and then, all these little things added up, enough for an ordinary family to live on for three lifetimes.

So Wayne originally only asked for Casa's travel expenses with the mindset that "even a mosquito's leg is meat."

Yes, that would be even better.

No, it doesn't matter.

He knew the archdeacon was shameless.

But I never expected them to be this shameless.

They started defaulting on their debt before they even left.

They're not just going to renege on their debt, they're doing it right in front of him.

Fine, I'll let him renege on his promise. I even let him overhear the whole thing at the door.

Wayne has always had a good personality.

He was so good that everyone in Audrien called him a saint.

But this doesn't mean Wayne is a pushover who can be manipulated at will.

Now that this trash is insisting on rubbing itself in his face, he can't be blamed for what happens in the future.

However, at this moment, he made a new discovery.

While comforting Emma, ​​he noticed something.

His water element seeped into Emma's body, calming down the rampaging fire magic. The whole process went very smoothly, without any unexpected reactions.

She didn't blush.

My legs didn't go weak.

There is nothing that shouldn't be there.

Wayne seemed to be deep in thought.

A hypothesis has emerged.

But that was just a starting point.

It's like throwing a pebble into a calm lake. The pebble itself is just a pebble, but the shape of the ripples it creates depends on the original appearance of the lake.

In other words, the fact that those women blushed and went weak in his presence cannot be entirely blamed on him.

His water magic is like a mirror.

It reflects what's in each person's heart.

Whether the final bloom will be a datura flower representing desire or a magnolia flower representing healing depends on who is standing in front of the mirror.

Ella lit the candle on the table, while Emma leaned over the bed, swinging her legs as she watched Wayne take things out of the cupboard.

Bottles and jars were laid out on the table.

The powdered moonflower, the finely crushed scales of the frost-scaled fish, the water from the Ice Crystal Spring, and some herbs of various colors, some dry and some wet, were all unidentifiable.

"Master," Emma couldn't help but ask, "what are you doing?"

Wayne kept moving his hands.

"Dispensing the medicine."

"What medicine?"

Wayne did not answer.

He poured the moonflower powder into an empty bottle, added some icy spring water, and stirred it slowly with a glass rod. The pale white liquid shimmered slightly in the candlelight, appearing gentle and harmless.

Ella stood to the side watching and asked in a low voice.

"Master, do you need any help?"

Wayne glanced at her.

"Need not."

A bottle of potion was quickly prepared.

Emma got out of bed and went to the table to look.

"What...can this medicine do?"

Wayne looked at the freshly prepared potion in front of him and spoke.

"Saving people...and killing people."

"Murder? How?" Emma asked, puzzled.