Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

The two sisters instantly became tense.

"Master..." Ella's voice trembled, "You...you know we are...you still..."

"Still want to buy from you?" Wayne added.

Ella nodded, her eyes reddening.

Wayne looked at her without flinching.

"The goddess's mercy is without color," he said. "These are the words I spoke in the marketplace. Now I offer them to you as well."

Neither of the two girls said a word.

Ella lowered her head, her reflection shimmering in the water. Thin, with dark eyes and dark hair. From childhood, these eyes and this face had brought her only whips and insults. Countless times she had thought that if she could have eyes of a different color, she would give her life for it.

But the person in front of her told her that it didn't matter.

"Master," Emma suddenly spoke, her voice soft, "aren't you afraid of us? What if we really are witches? What if we...?"

"What will happen in the future?"

Emma bit her lip: "Will it... harm people in the future?"

Wayne looked at her for a while.

"When you were protecting your sister just now, were you trying to hurt someone?"

Emma shook her head.

"When your sister was protecting you, did she intend to harm others?"

Emma continued to shake her head.

Wayne stood up and looked down at them.

"Then there's no need to worry about the future."

The two girls exchanged a glance.

Ella's eyes reddened further, but she held back her tears. She didn't know if this was a dream, or if she would wake up tomorrow to find it was all for nothing. But at this moment, soaking in this warm water, listening to this person speak, she felt as if... as if, in all her years of life, she was being treated like a human being for the first time.

"Master," Ella spoke, her voice a little steadyer than before, but still hoarse, "My name is Ella, and this is my sister Emma. You saved us, so our lives belong to you. We'll do anything you ask of us in the future."

She paused, seemingly hesitant to speak.

Wayne looked at her.

Ella's face slowly turned red.

It wasn't the kind of red you get from a fever; it was a genuine blush of embarrassment.

"Master...I...we are now..." She lowered her head, her voice trailing off, "This...talking like this...is too...too embarrassing..."

Emma, ​​standing next to her, was stunned for a moment. She looked down at her naked body and then realized what was happening. Her face flushed red instantly.

Wayne smiled slightly.

Next came the rustling sound of water and the whispering of two girls.

"Sister, your face is so red..."

"You're still lecturing me? Your ears are all red..."

"It's all Master's fault for not saying so sooner..."

"Don't talk nonsense, Master is a good person..."

Wayne didn't continue the topic.

Then, he took out two bottles of awakening potions.

This was a recipe he had prepared three years ago, following the instructions on the panel. The ingredients weren't cheap, but they weren't outrageously expensive either: moonflower, frost-scaled fish scales, water from the Ice Crystal Spring, and some common auxiliary ingredients. What truly made the potion work was the final step he performed using his own water magic.

He tried it; this thing didn't work on ordinary people, but it did on unawakened witches...

The panel says it's useful.

That should be useful.

Wayne walked back to the bathtub and handed them the two bottles.

"I drank it."

Ella took the bottle, looked at the liquid inside, and didn't ask what it was or what would happen if she drank it. She uncorked the bottle, tilted her head back, and gulped it down.

Emma glanced at her sister and drank it too.

It was icy cold upon entry, like swallowing a mouthful of melted snow water that slid down the throat and then spread throughout the body.

Two breaths later, Ella froze.

She looked down at her hands.

The hand, which was originally so thin it was practically skin and bones, is changing at a visible pace—the blood vessels under the skin are disappearing, the bones are no longer sharp, and the shriveled flesh is slowly puffing up as if it's being inflated. It's not swelling; it's normal, healthy flesh.

Emma reacted faster than her.

"Sister!" she cried out, her voice trembling, "Your...your face..."

Ella raised her hand to touch her face.

Instead of her cheekbones, she touched soft, elastic skin. She touched her cheeks, her chin, her neck, and every part of her was changing.

It's not just the face.

My whole body is changing.

The water in the bathtub rippled gently, reflecting the silhouettes of the two girls. Ella watched as the emaciated, skeletal figure in the water gradually disappeared, replaced by a beautiful, youthful face.

Then she felt something was wrong with her chest.

She lowered her head.

Beneath the surface of the bathtub, what was originally a flat plain gradually began to change, eventually settling on a small curve.

The two sisters were stunned.

Emma looked down at herself.

The face changed, the hands changed, and the chest changed.

Emma instinctively reached out and pinched it.

Soft.

I even flicked it once.

She blurted it out.

"Huh? Sister, mine seems to have gotten bigger!"

Ella's face flushed red.

"Don't...don't pinch me like that..."

"But it's so soft," Emma pinched her own again, then looked up at Ella, "What about yours, sister? Is yours big?"

"Emma!"

Emma blinked, as if she had just realized what she had said, and her face turned red.

But her redness is noticeably less than her sister's.

Wayne stood to the side, looking at the two lines of text that popped up on the panel.

[Name: Ella (Ice Witch)]

[Status: Awakening complete, malnutrition corrected, whip wound healing, high fever subsided]

[Note: Body development has reached a normal level, B cup. Don't ask why it's a B cup; it's just that witches have special constitutions, and with sufficient nutrition, they will naturally grow. It won't grow too big, but it will be sufficient.]

[Name: Emma (Fire Witch)]

[Status: Awakening complete, malnutrition corrected, minor whip wounds healed]

[Note: Her figure is developed to a normal level, B-. She's a tiny bit smaller than her older sister, but her proportions are better. Also, this girl is carefree and will likely grow up to be a heartless person.]

Wayne's lips twitched slightly.

He looked away.

"Get dressed."

He turned and walked to another cabinet, from which he took out two sets of coarse cloth dresses that he had prepared. They were originally intended for the poor women who helped at the church to sew, and although they were a bit too big, they were better than nothing.

"I'll make do with these for now, and buy new ones at the market tomorrow."

Emma stood up from the bathtub with ease, water flowing down her newly grown body. She looked down at herself and then pinched the flesh on her waist.

"Sister, I don't think I'm hungry anymore."

"Um……"

"And my body doesn't hurt anymore."

"Um……"

"Master's medicine is amazing."

"Um……"

Emma stepped out of the bathtub, picked up the clothes from the stool, and put them on. The rough cloth was a bit scratchy, and the size was a bit too big, so it felt loose and baggy on her, but she didn't care at all.

"Sister, come out quickly, the water's getting cold!"

Ella then slowly stood up.

She was much more shy than her sister. When she got out of the bathtub, she kept covering her chest and genitals with her hands. But her hands were only so big; they could cover her upper body but not her lower body, and vice versa. In the end, she could only squat down with a red face and grab her clothes to put over her head.

Emma watched from the side, covering her mouth and laughing.

"Sister, you look like a boiled shrimp."

"You still dare to say that..."