Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Wayne took the two girls back to his room.

It was already night, and there weren't many people in the church corridors.

The door closed, shutting out the sounds from outside.

Emma stood in the doorway, her dark eyes scanning the room. The room wasn't large; it contained a bed, a desk, a cabinet, and a portrait of a goddess on the wall. It was cleaner and warmer than she had imagined.

Wayne put Ella on the bed.

She had a high fever, her cheeks were abnormally flushed, and her breathing was shallow and rapid. When she was put on the bed, she frowned slightly, like a wounded cub.

Wayne straightened up and looked at Emma.

"Take off her clothes."

Emma paused for a moment, then immediately nodded, climbed onto the bed, and began to untie her sister's tattered clothes. Her hands were trembling, but her movements were swift.

Wayne turned around and walked to the other end of the room.

There was a wooden bathtub there, which he usually used. He raised his hand, palm down, and water elements began to condense.

A pale blue light appeared beneath his palm, gradually coalescing into a stream of water that fell into the bucket.

He had specially adjusted the water temperature; it wasn't cold or hot, but warm, close to body temperature.

Emma had already undressed her sister, revealing her emaciated body, which was nothing but skin and bones. The whip marks on her back were shocking, swollen high, and in some places, tissue fluid was still seeping out.

Ella was at a loss, her eyes red.

Wayne walked over.

He took three bottles of medicine from the cabinet.

The bottle, milky white, contained a skin-regenerating liquid he had prepared according to the recipe provided on the panel; it was remarkably effective for skin and flesh injuries.

A light blue bottle contains a purifying solution that can remove dirt and toxins from wounds.

A bottle of clear liquid that looks like water but has a slight sheen—an awakening potion.

These were all potions that Wayne made in his spare time, following the instructions on the panel. He never expected them to come in handy now.

Wayne tried two of the bottles.

When tested on a mouse, the mouse survived.

When tested on a rabbit, the rabbit survived.

He didn't have the chance to try it on people.

Now is the chance.

Wayne poured two of the potions into the bathtub one after the other. The colors of the two magical potions, the Regenerating Elixir and the Purifying Elixir, spread in the water and then gradually blended together.

A thin mist rose from the water's surface. Emma knelt by the bed, watching his movements with her dark eyes unblinking.

Wayne turned around and met her gaze.

"This medicine can heal injuries," he said calmly, "but it requires a full-body soak. You should go in too."

Emma was stunned.

"I?"

"You're injured too," Wayne said. "Take off your clothes and soak in the tub with your sister."

Emma looked down at herself. Her injuries weren't as severe as her sister's, but she also had many whip marks on her arms and back, some of which had already scabbed over, while others were still swollen.

Emma did not hesitate.

She lowered her head and began to untie the tattered cloth covering her body. It could hardly be called clothing; it was just a few pieces of coarse hemp that were barely tied together and tied around her waist with straw rope.

My hands were shaking, but not from fear.

It's because it's cold.

There was a fireplace in the room, and the fire was already burning, but her body hadn't felt warmth for so long that she couldn't recover for a while.

Wayne didn't even look at her.

He had his back to the bathtub, holding a clean linen cloth in his hand, and was pouring another kind of powder into it. It was a fever reducer, the formula given on the prescription panel, which he had just prepared.

"Go in," he said.

Emma then looked up and saw Wayne with his back to her. She paused for a moment, then ran to the tub and climbed in.

Emma sank into the warm water, which went up to her shoulders, leaving only her head above the surface. She paused for a moment, then realized her sister hadn't come in yet, and frantically tried to stand up.

"Sit down," Wayne said.

Emma sat back down.

On the other side, Wayne walked to the bedside, bent down and picked up Ella. Wayne carried her to the tub, squatted down, and slowly put her in. Emma immediately reached out to support her sister, letting her lean against her.

Wayne stood up and looked down at the two girls in the bucket. The water was just above their shoulders, and the color of the potion had begun to take effect; a pale blue sheen swirled around them, seeping into their wounds little by little.

About 15 minutes later, Ella moved slightly.

She was delirious with fever, feeling only a warm, soothing sensation all over her body, as if she were soaking in a hot spring. The burning pain in her back had disappeared at some point, replaced by an itchy, tingling sensation.

My eyelids feel very heavy.

But she still opened her eyes.

The room was unfamiliar, with flickering firelight, a goddess statue on the wall, and a young man in a black robe sitting on the edge of the bed.

Ella froze for a moment, then suddenly realized that she was naked and soaking in the water. She instinctively tried to shrink back, but her body was too limp to move.

"Sister!" Emma's voice came from the side, "Don't be afraid, it was Master who saved us."

Owner?

Ella turned her head and saw her sister leaning against her, her face showing a kind of peace she had never seen before. It wasn't fear, it wasn't terror, it was genuine peace.

She looked at Wayne again.

young.

She was much younger than she had imagined.

Black hair and black eyes are the hallmarks of witches on them, but on the person in front of them, those eyes were simply deep, so deep that they were unfathomable.

"Master..." Ella began, her voice hoarse like sandpaper, "Thank you... for saving us..."

With a soft splash, Ella, supporting her frail body, stood up and still insisted on giving a curtsy.

Wayne glanced at it.

thin.

Too thin.

So thin that her ribs were clearly visible, so thin that her collarbone could hold water.

Then he looked away and his gaze fell on Emma.

Emma is slightly better than her sister, but only slightly. Both are skin and bones, typical symptoms of malnutrition, and need to be cared for for a while.

A thought flashed through Wayne's mind.

Yes, divine beasts are masters of slaughter.

However, we'll talk about it after I've gained weight.

"Sit down," he said. "No need for formalities."

Ella froze for a moment, not daring to move.

"Master wants you to sit down," Emma whispered, helping her sister sit back down in the water.

Wayne stood up and looked them over.

"There are some things you need to know."

The two girls held their breath.

"This world has those favored by the gods," Wayne said calmly. "Everyone who receives a divine gift is also known as an extraordinary being. Unlike mages and warriors who cultivate through rank, those favored by the gods display more unique talents."

He paused.

"I once read in an ancient book that witches are actually a kind of people favored by the gods."

Ella was stunned.

Emma was also stunned.

In all their years, the only words they had ever heard from others about "witch" were curses, fear, and the phrase "burn her." No one had ever told them that witches were also benefactors of God.

"However," Wayne continued, "the advancement of witches is extremely difficult. The mortality rate for breaking through from the first rank to the second rank is over 80%. They don't die from being burned alive; they die during the advancement process itself."

He paused.

"And you two are witches too."

The air fell silent instantly.