Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

After the treatment was completed.

Seeing that no one spoke up, Wayne took the initiative.

"Miss Zoe must be tired from your long journey. I'll arrange for someone to take you down to rest."

Zoe nodded, without offering any further pleasantries.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Wayne."

Seeing this, Alice turned her head and instructed the maid behind her, "Take Miss Zoe to the west wing to rest, and change the bedding and toiletries to new ones."

At the same time, Zoe took out a small silver whistle from her pocket, put it to her lips, and blew it softly.

A moment later, two servants dressed in Northern attire quickly entered the lounge and quietly stood on either side of the wheelchair.

The waitress walked to the wheelchair and nodded slightly to Zoe: "Miss Zoe, please come with me."

Zoe was pushed along by two Northern servants, following the maid out of the lounge. The door closed softly behind them, and the lounge fell silent again.

Alice waited until the door was completely closed before turning to Wayne, her eyes filled with obvious curiosity: "Brother, how did you do that? She actually agreed to cancel the engagement so readily?"

Wayne sat back down on the stone bench, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and slowly replied, "I made a deal with her."

"trade?"

"Yes. I healed her leg, and she broke off the engagement. It's fair and reasonable; neither of us owes the other anything."

Alice paused for two seconds, then softly said, "Oh, I see... I thought you'd have to spend a lot of time explaining things to her to smooth things over."

She paused, then added, "Brother, don't you think it's a pity? That's the daughter of the Duke of Winter, the dowry of the three thousand Snow Wolf Guards."

Wayne looked up at her.

"What, feeling sorry for your brother?"

Alice's gaze flickered briefly before she casually looked away, her voice continuing naturally, "I didn't. I just felt that if you gave up such good resources for me, what if you regretted it later? The Winter Family's power in the North is unmatched by any other family."

The panel then suddenly appeared:

Alice's Current Status

She was thinking about how to ensure those three thousand Snow Wolf Guards couldn't escape. But she clearly wouldn't betray her brother.

[Note: Her thinking was roughly this—the engagement could be cancelled, but the favor couldn't be severed. As long as Zoe stayed at the manor, and you were the one who healed her leg, the Winter Family would owe Angus a huge favor. If used well, this favor would be more valuable than the three thousand Snow Wolf Guards.]

[Note 2: She was already considering whether to personally take Zoe to the capital's market tomorrow.]

After reading the panel, Wayne teased Alice.

"Why don't you try to win her over?"

Alice was taken aback at first, then her cheeks flushed red at a visible speed: "Oh! Brother~ What are you saying! She's the daughter of the Duke of Winter, how could I possibly win her over... Besides... besides, I don't like girls."

Then she quickly found an excuse for herself: "I... I'll go check if Miss Zoe's room has been arranged yet!"

After saying that, she turned and left.

Wayne watched her fleeing figure, chuckled, and didn't chase after her.

Night fell quickly.

The crescent moon was hidden behind the clouds, with only a few scattered stars hanging in the night sky above the Marquis's mansion.

As Wayne was going through the file left by Falcon in his room, there were two soft, restrained knocks on the door.

"Master, are you asleep?"

It's Ella's voice.

Wayne put down the file: "Not yet, come in."

The door opened, and Ella walked in, dressed in plain casual clothes. She carried an open book of magic theory, with a quill pen tucked between the pages.

"Master, I've learned a new theory about magical resonance at the academy these past few days, but there are a few parts I don't quite understand, and I'd like to ask you about them."

Wayne took the book from her and glanced at the paragraphs she had marked—it was a very basic model of the magical conversion between water and ice elements.

"This problem isn't difficult." He turned the book so that both of them could see it, pointed to a line of annotation, and began to explain it to her.

The two exchanged questions and answers, discussing for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

Then Wayne realized something was wrong.

As he spoke, Wayne noticed that the hand he was leaning against the table had become wet. His gaze lingered on the wet spot for a moment, then he noticed the unusual nature of Ella's clothes.

It turned out to be a set of clothes made with ice magic.

Moreover, it is made with extreme care, and it looks no different from ordinary clothes. Even the drape and the texture of the folds are simulated meticulously.

Wayne looked at Ella.

At that moment, he instantly understood.

How could a little genius like Ella not know such a simple question? Clearly, her real intention this time was not what she seemed.

"You've got some ideas about what to wear. Aren't you cold coming here in ice magic clothes so late at night?"

"It's not cold."

She paused, her ear tips turning slightly red.

"These clothes... are only worn for the master to see."

Ella trembled slightly, her voice becoming even softer: "Master, did I go too far?"

Wayne laughed, "I didn't expect your idea; it's quite novel, but..."

Wayne then changed the subject.

"Stay tonight!"

The candlelight in the room flickered slightly.

The ice is constantly melting.

The fragrance of osmanthus blossoms outside the window was carried in by the night breeze, mingling with the faint moisture inside the room.

The candle burned down to its last bit, the wick struggled briefly in the wax, and then went out silently.

In a place unknown to Wayne.

A magic crystal ball glowed faintly.

The goddess is giving thanks to the night.

On the other side of the city, at the secret stronghold of the Royal Capital Witch Cult.

The hall was brightly lit, and the firewood in the fireplace was burning brightly, making the whole space warm and cozy.

A dozen or so witches of varying ages sat in a circle, some leaning against the sofa, others sitting cross-legged on the carpet, each holding a cup of hot tea or a snack.

Emily and Tiffany fought side by side, and at this moment the two had completely united.

Emily spoke up.

"I know that some of you were rescued by Mr. Wayne, some were brought here by the sisters, and some simply had nowhere else to go and came here because they heard there was food to eat. No matter how you got here, since you're sitting in this room, I'll consider you one of my own."

Her gaze turned serious.

"Most of you have experienced days of uncontrolled magic, being hunted, and trembling in the gutter. You should know better than anyone what Mr. Wayne's water magic means to this group."

Someone nodded.

Tiffany stood beside Emily and took over the conversation. Her tone was more composed than Emily's, but her seriousness was no less.

"Therefore, Mr. Wayne can only belong to everyone in the witch's eyes. No one should have any ulterior motives. To gain Mr. Wayne's approval, one must undergo various tests, including loyalty, ability, physique, appearance... No aspect will be overlooked, and someone will be watching each one."

Everyone listened attentively.

At this moment, they do not understand the deeper meaning, but they will understand in the future.