Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Wayne walked toward the man.

The man instinctively took a half-step back, but quickly stopped abruptly. Relying on the fact that he had someone behind him, he stiffened his neck and roared at Wayne, "What... what are you doing?! I'm warning you, this is Raven's Nest District, not a place for you to run wild!"

However, Wayne ignored the man and slapped him the instant he finished speaking.

Snapped!

The middle-aged man was spun halfway around by the slap, and several bloody teeth flew out of his mouth, tracing an arc in the air before landing with a thud in the muddy water by the roadside.

The man covered his face; half his cheek had swelled up rapidly, his mouth was full of blood, and his eyes were filled with shock, anger, and disbelief. He mumbled through his mouth, "Brothers, get him! Take him down!"

Upon hearing the order, the accomplices behind him who had been taking advantage of the situation immediately drew daggers from their waists or boots and charged at Wayne with howls.

Wayne stepped aside, grabbed the man's wrist, pulled it down, twisted the joint, and with a crisp crack, the man's arm dislocated, the dagger fell from his hand and landed on the ground, and he curled up on the ground, letting out a series of pig-like screams.

The second man swung a short stick at Wayne from the side, aiming for the back of the head. Without turning his head, Wayne retaliated with an elbow to the man's chest, sending him flying like a shrimp, crashing into the wooden shed wall behind him.

Seeing this, the remaining few slowed their pace noticeably, exchanging glances with obvious hesitation and apprehension. But before they could decide whether to continue or turn and run, Wayne had already vanished from the spot.

boom! boom! boom!

The three muffled thuds almost merged into one.

The three figures fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

Soon, people around started talking about it.

"I didn't expect that young man to be so amazing..."

"These hooligans have been running rampant on the streets for years, but today they've finally met their match."

"Serves him right! Of all people to hit, he had to hit someone who's capable."

Wayne ignored the murmurs. He unleashed six beams of holy light, which precisely struck the foreheads of the six fallen men.

Holy light shone above their heads.

white.

Then, the color began to change; the white faded, replaced by an increasingly intense blood red.

Wayne turned to the onlookers who were still whispering among themselves, and spoke in a loud voice.

"This is a method of judgment by the Vatican for sin, called 'Judgment by Holy Light.' The Holy Light will display different colors according to the sins a person has committed in their life. White represents that the person has lived a clean life and has never committed any unforgivable sins. Blood red represents that the person has taken more than one life."

As he spoke, he casually pointed in a direction among the onlookers, and a beam of holy light fell upon the head of a seemingly honest middle-aged woman. The light shone, pure white.

Wayne withdrew his gaze and then hurled a beam of holy light in another direction, landing on the head of an old man squatting against a wall, smoking a pipe. White.

The third strike landed on the head of a young woman holding a child. It was also white.

Three beams of holy light appeared in succession, all pure white, without any change in color.

An argument broke out among the crowd.

"That...that red...is it really murder?"

"But they're just street thugs, how could they possibly have killed someone?"

"Was there something wrong with that young priest's holy light? How can someone diagnose a death just by shining it on them?"

"Didn't you see that the previous photos all turned out white? Only these few are red!"

Among the six, the middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader clutched his swollen cheek and shouted incoherently, "Fake! It's all fake! That holy light of his is just an illusion! The Vatican's lackeys use such tricks to smear us poor people!"

Upon hearing this, the others, as if grasping at a straw, also joined in the shouting.

"Yes! It's fake!"

"We only bumped into his carriage, and he wanted to kill us!"

"The Vatican is bullying ordinary people!"

After they finished shouting, Wayne calmly said, "The Holy Light Judgment is a judgment technique bestowed upon the Holy See by the Goddess. The color of the light is not determined by me, but by the Goddess. You call me a smear, then why did the light shine pure white on the three people before? Is the Goddess targeting only you few?"

The middle-aged man who was leading the group was about to speak again.

This time, Wayne didn't give him a chance to speak.

"The judgments of the Holy Light have never been wrong. And the tops of your heads are so red they're almost dripping blood." Wayne's voice deepened. "That's not just the color of murder; it's the color of being stained with the blood of the innocent, entangled in resentment. You've not only killed, but you've killed more than one person."

He turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on the little girl curled up in the distance.

"Even yesterday, you broke a child's leg to make your staged accident more convincing."

Lucy's body trembled violently, and she buried her face in her knees, not daring to look up.

The crowd started talking again.

"Breaking a child's legs...that's too cruel..."

"So that's why this girl was lying here the whole time; turns out she was interrupted by their own people..."

Wayne raised his right hand, pointing to the blood-red light above his head, his tone heavy.

"More importantly, within the red light emanating from you, there is a trace of darkness that should not belong to the human world. That is a trace of demonic possession. Even if there is only a trace, it is enough to show that you are no longer just murderers, but fallen beings corrupted by the abyss."

Wayne lowered his gaze and said solemnly.

"The Holy Light Judgment has already provided the answer. The Goddess, through my hand, has allowed me to see the sins within you. You have not only murdered, but you are also shrouded in the abyss, proof that you have been corrupted by demons. With the authority granted to me by the Goddess, I hereby decree that you six shall be executed."

As soon as he finished speaking, he abruptly closed the five fingers of his raised right hand.

The crimson holy light above the six people's heads ignited violently at the same moment, like a raging fire doused with oil, spreading downwards from their heads along their body contours.

"ah--!!!"

The six people screamed in agony.

The crowd fell silent for about two breaths.

Then a deafening cheer erupted.

"Dead! Really dead!"

"Those beasts are finally dead!"

"The goddess has appeared! It really is the goddess appearing!"

"Father! Long live the Father!"

Wayne did not respond to the cheers.

He turned around, walked to the little girl on the ground, squatted down, and met her gaze.

Lucy looked up, her eyes still wet with tears, but the fear and wariness she felt when she first met him had mostly faded away.

"Don't be afraid," Wayne said softly. "Those people won't come back. No one will hit you for getting treatment, and no one will force you to stage accidents on the street."

Lucy's lips moved, and after hesitating for a long time, she finally said, "...Really?"

"real."