Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

After finishing his porridge, Wayne looked up at Reika.

Only then did Wayne notice that half of Reika's face was red, with a clear five-finger mark, obviously a slap mark.

"Sister Reika, what happened to your face?"

Reika instinctively covered her face, trying to avoid his gaze: "No, it's nothing..."

"Who hit him?"

Reika didn't say anything.

Seeing Reika cover her face, Wayne already knew what was going on. After all, he was practically invisible in the manor, the kind of person who had neither a mother nor a father to love him. Reika was the only person he was close to. Since others couldn't bully him, they would take their anger out on his maid, which wasn't unusual in any noble household.

Wayne wasn't going to let it go so easily.

He continued.

"Sister Reika, I know even if you don't say it. There aren't many people in this manor who can beat someone up at will; you can count them on your fingers. Is it someone from the mistress's side, or some young master or young lady?"

Seeing that Wayne had guessed pretty well, Reika bit her lip and hesitated for a while before finally whispering the truth.

"...It was the Third Miss. She was there when I brought you porridge in the kitchen this morning, and she complained that I was blocking her way, so..."

Upon hearing this, Wayne understood.

He touched Reika's face.

"Does it hurt, Reika?"

Reika shook her head and smiled, "It doesn't hurt, as long as the young master is alright."

To Reka's surprise, Wayne took her hand and led her outside.

"Sister Reika, let's go."

Reika was taken aback: "Young Master, where are we going?"

"I'll go get you justice."

Reika's expression changed, and she quickly pulled her hand back: "No, no need, young master! I'm really fine, it's just a slap, it'll be gone in a couple of days..."

Wayne interrupted her.

"You got beaten up in the manor, and I don't care? Who will treat you like a human being in the future? I don't care? Who will take me seriously in the future?"

Reika opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.

Wayne is right.

In this mansion, an unfavored eighth young master can't even protect his own maid; he'll only be bullied more severely in the future. But she's even more afraid that if Wayne goes there, he won't get justice and will instead get himself into trouble.

"But young master, you've only just recovered from your illness..."

"I know whether it's done or not. Just lead the way. When we get there, just stand behind me."

Reika was pulled a couple of steps, then finally stopped struggling. She bit her lip, quickened her pace to catch up with Wayne, and walked ahead of him.

In fact, Wayne could have completely ignored this matter.

After all, everything that happened here was fake.

This was merely an identity, a script, assigned to him by the City of Eternal Sleep. Reika wasn't a real maid, this mansion wasn't a real home, and the third young lady who slapped her wasn't a real eldest young lady. In essence, all of these people were puppets forcibly programmed by the rules.

Once he finds his teammates, completes his mission, and leaves the city, all of this will disappear.

But in fact, Wayne doesn't think so.

Perhaps the memory is false, but the feeling is not.

Wayne thought that was enough.

Reika led Wayne through two corridors and found the Third Miss in the gazebo in the back garden.

The third young lady's name was Celia. She was the legitimate daughter of the city lord's legal wife, and was three or four years older than the body Wayne currently inhabited, around sixteen or seventeen years old. At this moment, she was sitting in the pavilion drinking tea, with two maids standing beside her. Several plates of pastries were laid out on the table, and an orange cat was dozing at her feet.

Seeing Reika leading Wayne over, Cecia put down her teacup, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, isn't this Eighth Brother? I heard you had a fever for two days, I thought you weren't going to make it." She glanced at Reika, her voice laced with blatant sarcasm. "What, you're already in a hurry to come and fawn over your older sister as soon as you can get out of bed?"

Reika instinctively shrank behind Wayne.

Wayne ignored her comment and walked straight to the pavilion. He was short now and had to look up to meet Celia's gaze, but his tone was anything but.

"Third sister, did you slap Reika on the face?"

Celia raised an eyebrow, as if she hadn't expected her usually taciturn eighth brother to ask her so directly. She leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, and wiggled her toes.

Celia raised an eyebrow, as if she hadn't expected her usually taciturn eighth brother to ask her so directly. She leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, and wiggled her toes.

"I did it, so what? A servant blocked my way, giving her a slap was giving her face." She turned her head to look at Reika, her eyes filled with warning, "What, you've learned to tattle now?"

Reika froze.

Wayne took a step forward.

He completely shielded Reika behind him.

"She's mine. You hit her, you owe me an explanation."

The pavilion fell silent.

Celia paused for a moment, then burst out laughing. She covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking with laughter, as if she had heard the funniest joke. The two maids beside her also chuckled softly.

"Give you an explanation?" Celia laughed until tears streamed down her face. "Cedric, are you out of your mind? Who do you think you are, asking me for an explanation in this house? Who do you think you are? Some kind of eighth son?"

"Why should I?" Wayne took a step forward.

His current body was more than half a head shorter than Celia's, and he had to look up to meet her gaze, but the words he spoke showed no sign of subservience.

"Because I know your secret."

Celia's smile faltered for a moment.

In an instant, she quickly regained her ambiguous smile, her tone blatantly disdainful: "My secret? Eighth brother, have you lost your mind after three days of fever? What secret could I possibly have?"

Wayne's gaze passed over Celia's head and landed on the void behind her. Above her head, a panel was slowly unfolding.

【Celia - Character Information】

[Identity: Third daughter of the Lord of Cam City, born of the legitimate wife. Appears to be sixteen years old. True identity: Abyss Demon, Lord of Jealousy. Has lived for over a thousand years.]

[Note: She forgot she was a devil. She genuinely believed she was just a sixteen-year-old noblewoman; her temper was due to puberty, and her dislike for everyone stemmed from being spoiled.]

[Note 2: She hit Reika today not because Reika was in her way, but because Reika was prettier than her. She couldn't explain why she was so bothered by a maid's face, but she just was.]

[P.S.: She recently unearthed an ancient book on demon summoning and tried the ritual several times. Each time she felt she was close to success, but nothing would appear. She didn't know why. The reason was simple—the demon she was trying to summon was herself.]

Wayne looked at the panel and wanted to laugh.

A demon who's been around for a thousand years, it's not easy to get to this level. It's a miracle he can even summon himself.

He now has a better understanding of the situation.

Wayne said slowly.

"Third sister, you don't want Father to know about those things in your room, do you?"