Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

The next morning.

Wayne had been sleeping well, and as soon as he sat up and stretched, the panel popped up right on time.

[Frosttown Morning News - Local Edition]

[Last night, in the early hours of the morning, Mayor Wilford and his lover took a peculiar "stroll" through the streets. Their route and attire were carefully planned, deliberately circling the church three times and lingering for about fifteen minutes in front of the main entrance. According to the couple's later recollection, the more sacred the place, the more exciting it felt.]

[Note: This is the result of Wilford's meticulous training, and he is very proud of it. In his view, the church, as the earthly abode of the goddess, is naturally the best choice to showcase his womanhood.]

[P.S.: The mayor's daughter attempted a forbidden demonic artifact popular in the capital last night. Whether due to a mistake in the procedure or a problem with the contract itself, the ritual went awry, and the girl fell into a coma.]

[Also: She just wanted to be with Yongyuan-gege, and she didn't think she did anything wrong.]

Wayne stared at the words on the panel and remained silent for a long time.

This family must be sick.

You've taken your BDSM activities to the doorstep of my church?

And this daughter, her thinking is all wrong.

He shook his head and pushed the door open to go out.

In the yard, Vera was already busy in the kitchen, smoke rising from the chimney. Ella and Emma were squatting by the well washing their faces, their heads huddled together, chattering away.

Emma looked up when she saw him come out.

Good morning, Master!

Wayne nodded.

"morning."

Emma dried her face, then suddenly remembered something, and her eyes lit up.

"By the way, Master, a group of believers arrived today, and Sister Mayfair is outside greeting them."

Wayne paused in his tracks.

"believer?"

Ella nodded beside her.

"Yes, a lot of people have arrived. Sister Mayfair told them to wait at the church entrance while she went in to prepare."

Wayne didn't say anything.

When did Frosttown ever have any believers?

And they come in batches at once?

He walked across the courtyard toward the church's main hall.

Pushing open the side door, Mayfair was standing beside the podium organizing scriptures. She looked up when he entered.

"Your Excellency, Bishop."

Wayne looked at her.

"What's the situation outside?"

Mayfair paused.

"Some people have arrived."

"Who is it?"

Mayfair was silent for a moment.

"prostitute."

Wayne paused for a moment.

"prostitute?"

Mayfair nodded.

"Today is Seurat's Thanksgiving Day. The brothels are closed, and they came in groups because they heard that a handsome bishop had come to the church."

Wayne fell silent.

Seurat Thanksgiving Day.

The anniversary of the great goddess of prostitutes.

Wayne, of course, knew about this holiday. In this world, the Goddess of Prostitutes was one of the main gods, though her status was lower than that of the chief gods, she was still a recognized deity. Every year on her anniversary, all brothels would be closed, and believers could visit any temple to worship.

Wayne never expected that the first people to visit the church in Frosttown would be prostitutes.

How many people?

"More than twenty."

Wayne thought for a moment.

"Let them in."

Mayfair looked at him.

"Your Excellency, are you sure?"

Wayne nodded.

"Shura's followers are also believers. The goddess will not refuse anyone who comes to pray."

Mayfair didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the door.

The church doors slowly opened. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating a group of women dressed in brightly colored clothes.

There were more than twenty of them, ranging in age from their early twenties to their thirties, all dressed in increasingly vibrant colors. Red dresses, green dresses, yellow dresses—some draped in sheer fabric, some with bare shoulders, and some with extremely low necklines.

They stood at the door, chattering away, their eyes peering into the church.

There was a moment of silence when the door opened.

Mayfair stood at the door, her black nun's habit appearing exceptionally simple in the sunlight.

"Please come in."

She moved aside.

The prostitutes exchanged glances and began to walk inside.

The high heels clicked crisply on the stone floor. The scent of perfume wafted in, mingling with the fragrance and masking the faint candlelight incense in the church.

They sat down on the bench, their eyes scanning the surroundings: the dilapidated church, the missing corners of the icon, the patched-up windows. A few of them began to murmur amongst themselves.

"Why is this church so dilapidated?"

"I heard it's a new bishop, and he hasn't finished tidying up yet."

"New here? Is she good-looking?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him yet."

Just then, the side door opened.

Wayne came out.

Sunlight streamed in through the broken window, falling on him. His black priest's robes and golden hair made his face appear exceptionally handsome in the light.

The church fell silent instantly.

More than twenty pairs of eyes fell on him at the same time.

Someone swallowed hard.

Someone clenched their handkerchief tightly.

Someone whispered something.

"Oh my god..."

Wayne ignored those stares.

He stepped onto the platform and stood before the altar.

"Everyone."

He spoke, his voice not loud, but everyone in the quiet church could hear him clearly.

"Today is Seurat's Day of Thanksgiving. Thank you all for taking time out of your precious day off to come to church for worship."

The prostitutes looked at each other.

Someone whispered.

"He is very polite."

The person next to him nodded.

"And he's so handsome."

Wayne raised his hand, gesturing for them to sit down.

"Please sit down."

The prostitutes took their seats.

Wayne stood on the platform and began today's morning prayers.

The prayer was prescribed by the church, and he had recited it countless times; he could recite it with his eyes closed. But today, as he recited it, he could feel those gazes fixed on him from all directions, each carrying a different meaning.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting a faint golden hue on him.

Some people started to lose focus.

It wasn't the kind of daydreaming.

It's another kind.

Wayne finished reciting the prayer without changing his expression and closed the scroll.

May the goddess protect you.

The prostitutes stood up, but showed no intention of leaving.

A woman in a red dress took two steps forward and looked up at him.

"Your Excellency, you speak very well."

Wayne looked at her.

"Thanks."

The woman in the red dress smiled.

"My name is Lisa, and I live in Rose Garden on Greenwood Street. Feel free to come visit sometime."

Several women nearby laughed.

"Lisa, you really are..."

"Your Excellency, don't listen to her. Come to our Lily Courtyard; our girls are much prettier."

Wayne raised his hand.

The crowd quieted down a bit.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "the church is the place of the goddess, not a place for pleasure. If you wish to repent, you may stay. If you wish to have fun, please go where you should be."

The prostitutes looked at each other.

Someone muttered to themselves.

"Quite serious."

The person next to her nudged her.

"It's better to be serious. Who wants a bishop who just shows up at Tsui Ying Street?"

Lisa stood at the front, her gaze sweeping over Wayne's face.

"Your Excellency, I repent."

Wayne looked at her.

"Now?"

Lisa nodded.

"Right now."

She turned to other people.

"You all go back first. I'll leave after I've finished my repentance."

Several women walked out laughing.

"Lisa, you really are..."

"Then we're off!"

"Remember to come back, Mom is checking on you."

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Lisa was the only one left in the church.