Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

The next morning arrived.

The morning light streamed into the mansion early, and Wayne, already dressed in a neat black casual outfit, was standing on the porch waiting for his carriage.

Today isn't the day to go to the Black Order, nor is it the day to go to the market to buy medicinal herbs. Today is the day to take Emma and Ella to the Royal Magic Academy to register. The two sisters completed their enrollment procedures a couple of days ago, and today is the official registration day.

Not long after.

Ella appeared in front of Wayne.

She wore a clean white dress today, her hair neatly draped over her shoulders, giving her a more demure and refined air than usual. She carried a small bundle containing some simple personal belongings.

"Good morning, Master."

"Hmm. Ready?"

"Ready."

But after waiting for a while, Emma still didn't appear.

Ella turned her head and called out towards the end of the corridor, "Emma, ​​get up."

A chaotic commotion erupted from the room, and after a while, Emma rushed out in a panic.

She ran while adjusting her collar, her hair not fully combed, a piece of bread still dangling from her mouth, calling out indistinctly, "Coming, coming, coming!"

Wayne looked at her closely, then his gaze froze.

Emma was wearing the light blue coat she'd just bought yesterday, which made her look even more radiant than usual. But that wasn't the point. The point was that the sleeves and hem of the coat were noticeably shorter than when she'd bought it. It wasn't that the coat had shrunk; Emma herself had grown taller.

It's not just about height.

Her chubby cheeks had become more defined, and her shoulders were a little broader than a few days ago. The childlike innocence she once possessed seemed to have been subtly washed away, revealing the developing features of a young woman beneath.

Wayne's gaze lingered on her for two seconds.

"Emma, ​​you've grown taller?"

Emma swallowed the last bite of bread, puffed out her chest, and proudly announced, "Master, Master, I've broken through! I'm now at the second tier!"

The panel popped up at this point.

Emma's Status Update

[Rank: Fire Element, Tier 2]

[Explanation of Physical Changes: For some witches with more youthful appearances, a rank breakthrough has a certain probability of promoting physical development. Last night, Emma was that lucky one.]

[Note: She is now beginning to show curiosity about different things, and her desire to explore is increasing as her body develops.]

[Note 2: However, what interests her most right now are her sister's treasured sketchbooks; she's decided to sneak a peek at them sometime.]

Emma looked down at herself, pinched her cheek, and then let out a long sigh of relief: "Phew—I've finally grown up."

She turned her head again to look at Ella standing next to her, compared them, and lowered her voice a few decibels, "...but compared to my sister, she's still a little smaller."

Ai stretched out her hand and patted the back of her hand: "Don't pinch it."

Emma stuck out her tongue and replied matter-of-factly, "It's okay when I'm with my master!"

Ella glanced at her, but ultimately said nothing more, interrupting the sisters' conversation at the opportune moment: "Since everything is ready, let's set off. Don't be late for your first day."

The carriage traveled slowly along the streets of the capital towards the Royal Magic Academy.

Emma leaned against the car window, watching the buildings on both sides of the street gradually transform from low-rise houses into neat stone walls and towering towers, her eyes filled with undisguised wonder and excitement.

"Look, sister! That tower is so tall!"

"Um."

"Over there! Isn't there someone standing on that rooftop?"

"That's a statue, not a real person."

"Oh……"

The Royal Magic Academy is located in the northern part of the capital's central district, just two streets away from the royal palace. The academy's main gate is a tall wrought-iron archway, with two fist-sized magic crystals embedded in the pillars, gleaming with a pale blue light in the morning light.

Wayne led the two sisters through the college gates and proceeded to the registration desk as per procedure. They were greeted by a middle-aged female professor in a gray robe. She took the admission documents from Wayne, glanced at them, and then looked up at Emma and Ella.

"sisters?"

"Mm." Ella nodded.

The female professor didn't ask any further questions. She had the two sisters place their hands on a school badge. This was a unique registration ceremony at the Royal Magic Academy—the registration of magical attributes.

The moment Ella placed her hand on it, the school badge glowed with an icy blue light. The registrar looked down to write: Ice type, Tier 3, Aptitude rating: Excellent. After writing it down, she looked up at Ella, a clear hint of surprise in her eyes. "Ice type, Tier 3? Which region did you transfer from?"

Frost Town.

The registrar nodded and didn't ask any further questions, but his gaze lingered on Ella's name for a moment longer.

Then there's Emma.

Emma placed her palm on the school badge, and after a moment, a bright, burning light shone from the center of the badge.

The registrar was visibly taken aback. "Fire-type fourth rank... also exceptional?" She looked up, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Emma and Ella twice, before finally speaking slowly, "Are all the students from Frost Town... this strong?"

Emma chuckled.

Wayne stood to the side without saying a word, paid the tuition promptly, and then led the two away from the registration hall.

"Master, won't you come with us to see the dormitories?" Emma caught up, tugging at Wayne's sleeve. "I heard the dormitories at the academy are huge! They even have private magic practice rooms!"

Wayne reached out and gently patted her head.

"I have things to do today. I'll come see you again this weekend."

Emma was a little reluctant, but she still let go of his hand. She stood there and waved to Wayne: "It's a promise! You have to come this weekend!"

"Um."

After leaving the Royal Magic Academy, Wayne neither went to the Black Order nor returned home.

After sending the two sisters to the academy, he breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer needed to be overly distracted by any conflicts that might arise.

The carriage traveled along the street, and after turning several corners, it stopped in front of the Sword Saint's mansion.

He pushed open the side door of the alley behind the Sword Saint's mansion and walked along the gravel path into the depths of the courtyard.

Gwen was sparring with Aya in the yard when she saw Wayne arrive. She sheathed her sword and greeted him, "Mr. Wayne, you've arrived. My grandfather is having tea in the backyard; you can just come over there."

Wayne nodded and went to the old locust tree in the backyard.

The old swordsman was leaning back in his wicker chair, a pot of tea and an empty cup on the small table in front of him. Hearing footsteps, he didn't even lift his eyelids, simply saying, "You've arrived? Have a seat."

Wayne didn't say anything and sat down opposite him.

The old swordsman leisurely poured Wayne a cup of tea and pushed it towards him. Then, he picked up his own cup, took a sip, and slowly spoke: "So, what brings you here? You've come to my door on your own initiative; you definitely didn't just come here to drink tea."

Wayne didn't beat around the bush: "Senior, I need your help tomorrow night."

"explain."

"Tomorrow night, a group of assassins from St. George's will come to kill me. I'm prepared to deal with it, and there are enough people on the fifth level to handle it." Wayne paused here, "But if the enemy fails and the situation collapses, they will use sixth-level honorifics to make a move, and I will need at least one person who can stand up to them."

The old swordsman waved his hand: "I thought it was something serious. It's not a big deal, don't worry. Besides, I haven't fought in a long time, and I've been itching for a fight lately. If I can find a worthy opponent to stretch my muscles, that would be a good thing."

Without saying anything more, Wayne raised his teacup and toasted the old swordsman: "Then thank you very much, senior."