Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

The girl in front of him had the same facial features as Ashley, but she was slightly thinner and had a quieter demeanor.

Wayne looked at her curiously.

She is Ofina Victoria!

The traitor Tiffany mentioned, the mastermind behind the destruction of the Witches' Order in the capital!

But the Ophina before him was far from the negative image he had imagined. She stood quietly behind Ashley, exuding a faint sense of aloofness.

"Hello," she said.

Wayne nodded slightly: "Hello."

The panel popped up at that moment.

[Ofina Victoria - Real Status]

[Status: One body, two souls.]

[Note: Two personalities coexist within her. The secondary personality is Ofina, a traitor who betrayed the Witch Cult; the primary personality awakens while the primary personality is asleep, completely unaware of everything the secondary personality has done.]

[Note: The main soul's slumber did not occur naturally. Her memories were sealed away by an external force. The traces of that force are extremely subtle; you would hardly notice them unless you used water magic to sense them at close range.]

Wayne never expected things to turn out this way.

One body, two souls.

The primary personality is dormant, while the secondary personality takes action.

However, now is not the time to delve into this matter.

Seeing that Wayne remained silent, Rachel took the initiative to introduce him.

"This is Colin, you've already met him. He's a bit blunt, but he's quite capable; he's competent in reconnaissance and long-range support."

Colin snorted but didn't reply.

Rachel ignored Colin and continued, "This is Ruo, mainly responsible for defense and frontal containment; he's our team's shield."

The last boy whose name was called took half a step forward.

He was stocky, with broad shoulders and a thick back; standing there, he truly resembled a wall. He nodded to Wayne, his tone simple and sincere: "Ruo. Nice to meet you."

Wayne returned the greeting.

After a brief introduction, Wayne glanced at everyone and then began to introduce himself.

"I am Wayne Angus. I will lead this operation and be responsible for its safety. Once we enter the territory of the City of Eternal Sleep, all actions will be under my command. Anyone who cannot perform these duties may withdraw now."

No one moved. Colin did move his lips, but Rachel silenced him with a look.

Wayne looked away and said no more.

"Set off."

The carriage traveled south along the official road.

In the carriage, Emily sat next to Wayne.

She exclaimed with delight, "Sir, you've broken through!"

Wayne nodded: "There has been a breakthrough in physical strength, but magic will need to be slowed down a bit."

Emily looked at him with sparkling eyes: "As expected of you, sir. Apart from those blessed by God, no one can compare to you."

After she finished speaking, as if she had thought of something, she lowered her voice and asked, "Sir, why take those students with you? Besides, their highest combat strength is only around the mid-stage of the fourth rank. Are they reliable?"

Wayne sighed and said, "I took them there mainly because I agreed to the mage tower's request."

He shrugged: "The reason I was able to break through is also related to the potion given to me by the Mage Tower. The potion for breaking through to the fifth level of body tempering is one of the most difficult to make, not because it is difficult to make, but because the materials are hard to find. Among them, three herbs are the hardest to find. If I were to collect them myself, it would probably take me a year and a half."

After listening, Emily nodded thoughtfully: "I see... Then I do owe them a favor."

After she finished speaking, she leaned closer to Wayne and said, "By the way, sir, that Ophina... that's her, right? The traitor of the Royal Capital Witch Cult."

Wayne did not deny it: "It was her."

Emily's gaze darkened slightly: "Sir, should I find an opportunity...?"

"No need," Wayne interrupted her. "Her situation is a bit complicated; you don't need to worry about her."

Emily frowned slightly. "Complex? I feel like everything is perfectly clear. She betrayed the cult, causing so many sisters to be imprisoned in the dungeon. Sir, why are you still speaking up for her?"

Wayne was silent for a moment, but still said it: "She has two souls in one body. The betrayal was done by her alternate personality. Her primary personality is unaware of what happened."

Emily's expression froze for a moment, then her brows furrowed even more.

"One body, two souls..."

She repeated the word softly, then looked up at Wayne: "Sir, do you mean that it was another personality within her who betrayed the Order? And she herself was completely unaware of it?"

"Yes. Her primary personality is sealed, and her secondary personality is acting. The primary personality is completely unaware of everything the secondary personality is doing."

Emily remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking: "...Then she is indeed quite pitiful. Her body was used by someone else for that kind of thing, and she didn't even know it."

After she finished speaking, she gave a soft "humph": "However, I still don't like her. Even if it's not her own wish, just looking at that face makes me angry."

Wayne smiled but didn't reply.

Emily leaned back in her seat and muttered, "I hope her alternate personality doesn't resurface. Otherwise, I won't care if she has two souls in one body; I'll just beat her up first."

The carriage traveled for about half a day.

The view outside the window gradually changed from neat farmland on the outskirts of the capital to desolate wilderness. Most of the fields along the roadside were abandoned and overgrown with weeds, and occasionally a few burnt-down farmhouses could be seen lying askew in the roadside grass.

Wayne leaned against the carriage wall, closing his eyes to rest.

Then the carriage slowed down.

The coachman's voice came from ahead: "Sir... the road ahead is packed with people, we can't move."

Wayne opened his eyes and lifted the carriage curtain.

The official road ahead was blocked by a large group of people.

Men, women, young and old were all there; some carried bundles, some pushed wheelbarrows, and some held children in their arms.

They moved south along the official road.

Refugees.

Wayne's gaze sharpened slightly.

Although the Millennium Purple Sun has not yet officially arrived, the frequency of demonic surges across the land is increasing month by month. Throughout the kingdom, the number of refugees forced to leave their homes and migrate along the way is growing.

A commotion arose ahead.

One of Falcon's men dismounted and strode to the front of the refugee group, coldly ordering them to move aside: "Get out of the way! This official road isn't for you to camp! Move to the side! Don't block the way!"

Several refugees at the front were so frightened by his imposing manner that they retreated one after another. One of them slipped and fell to the ground, and the child in his arms cried loudly.

Wayne jumped down from the carriage.

"stop."

The team member turned around, saw it was Wayne, and immediately stopped what he was doing: "Sir."

Wayne's gaze swept across the faces of the group of refugees.

As Wayne approached, a child shrank back into his mother's arms in fright, but couldn't help but steal a glance at him.

Wayne turned his gaze back to the team member: "Don't chase them away. Take some of the dry rations from the wagon and give them some."

The onlookers were stunned for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, voices of gratitude rose and fell.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

"Child, quickly thank the adults!"

"Your Excellency!"

"My lord, I kowtow to you!"

……

The team member hesitated for a moment, not immediately carrying out the order: "Sir, our rations are distributed according to plan. If some are given away, our supplies for the next few days may not be enough."

"That's enough. A little less won't starve us, but if we don't give it to them, some of them might not make it through the night. Go and do it."

The team members looked at Falcon and saw their captain nod.

He said no more.

Soon, more than ten bags of dry rations were unloaded and distributed to the refugees. The refugees lined up conscientiously, and although the line was crooked, no one fought or cut in line.

Some people knelt down and kowtowed on the spot after receiving the dry food, some held the dry food and silently shed tears, and some ran to Wayne with their children and kept kowtowing to him.

"No need to kneel, just take your rations and keep going. There should be towns ahead, and things will be better there."