Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Walking further ahead, Weaver came to a large room.

Pink walls, pink carpet, pink bed canopy, pink curtains, even the chandelier on the ceiling is pink, crystal pendants sway in the warm light, making the whole room look like a giant candy box.

In the center of the room was a huge round bed, with all sorts of pillows piled up at the headboard, and a person lying among the pillows.

No, it's someone who's tied up.

Sophie was bound hand and foot to the bed, her hands tied to the bedposts with ribbons wrapped around her repeatedly.

Wayne: "..."

Looking at the scene before him, Wayne finally understood what "Unable to Extricate Oneself" on the panel meant.

In her daze, Sophie accidentally saw Wayne.

The blurry figure on the bed was changing, gradually transforming from Ace into Wayne.

Wayne stood at the doorway, staring silently at the phantom that looked exactly like him.

He turned to look at Sophie on the bed.

No, Miss Sophie, what are you thinking?

Even if someone is fickle, they shouldn't change their mind so quickly.

The panel popped up.

Sophie Wilford

Current Status: Immersed in a Dream

[Dream Appearance Change Log: The phantom appearance has changed from "Ace" to "Wayne." The switch took less than three seconds, faster than any previous appearance.]

[Note: Subconsciously, this face was more attractive to her than her own brother; this was probably the quickest decision she made today.]

[Note: She had no idea she was dreaming.]

On the big pink bed.

That "Wayne" is still going on.

Wayne stood at the door for a while.

He was completely speechless.

He cleared his throat.

"cough."

No one cares about him.

He coughed again, this time louder.

"cough!"

Sophie on the bed stirred, opened her eyes a crack, and glanced towards the door.

"How come... there are two?"

She blinked, looked at Wayne at the door, then at Wayne beside her, her gaze darting back and forth between the two identical-looking people.

Then she chose to close her eyes in a daze.

"I'm even having two dreams about it now..." she muttered, "Whatever."

Wayne: "..."

Miss Sophie, that's not you I'm calling.

He took a deep breath, ignoring the farce on the bed, and turned to look at the corner of the room.

"Miss Hena, shouldn't you be coming out now?"

A pink mist swirled in the corner.

First legs, then legs, and then more legs—a tall, red-haired figure emerged from the mist. Hena had changed her appearance; she was no longer in Sophie's body, but in her own, or rather, in the way she wanted others to see her.

In summary: fair skin, beautiful face, long legs.

Hena is quite good-looking.

Wayne glanced at her.

"Should we proceed as agreed?"

Hena nodded.

"Let's do it as agreed."

Wayne took the crucifix out of his pocket again and placed it on Hena's forehead. The silver metal made a soft hissing sound as it touched her grayish-white skin.

"In the name of the goddess..."

He had barely begun when Hena started yelling.

"Damn the church!"

Wayne stopped to look at her.

Hena was looking at him too.

"Go on, then," she whispered.

Wayne coughed and continued reading.

"I order you to leave this body!"

"Don't even think about it!" Hena's voice rose, but the ending note floated upwards, making it sound anything but tortured. "I, Hena, have lived for four hundred years and have never yielded to anyone! You, a mere priest, dare to expel me?"

After she finished speaking, she secretly glanced at Wayne.

Wayne, expressionless, increased the elemental output. Magical elements flowed down Hena's forehead. Hena's body trembled, and the "Eeya" that had just escaped her lips was forcibly suppressed.

"Is this all your church... is this all you're capable of?" Her voice trembled. "Your church's exorcism rituals are nothing special!"

Wayne looked at her face, which was filled with "I'm in pain," and then glanced at the panel.

[Hena's current status: Brave]

[Note 1: She's almost at her breaking point.]

[Note 2: She is fighting against the magic.]

Hena's knees bent slightly.

"You..." her voice trailed off, "Do you think... I'll be scared?"

"I, Hena... am the nightmare of the abyss... the ruler of the night..."

She bit her lip halfway through her sentence.

[Status 1: Sin Unlocked]

Wayne paused for a moment.

"Continue?" he asked in a low voice.

Hena squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.

"Continue."

Wayne intensified the water elemental exorcism.

"Damn it...the Church..." Her voice no longer sounded like she was reciting lines, but rather like some kind of instinctive rebellion, "You...hypocritical...servants of God..."

"I will not give in..."

"no way!"

[Status 2: Sin is completely unleashed]

Hena's voice was completely gone.

Wayne stopped.

The panel popped up at this point.

【Demon Hena】

[Status: Humming/Snoring]

[Note: She didn't know what had just happened, but she knew she would never forget it. A demon who had lived for four hundred years, reduced to this state by a priest's exorcism ritual—if word got out, her fellow demons in the Abyss would laugh at her. But she didn't seem to care anymore.]

[P.S.: She's considering whether she could be expelled by this priest again.]

However, before Hena could ask any questions, Wayne and Sophie disappeared from her sight, bit by bit. To be precise, she had been completely banished.

……

On the other side, Wayne opened his eyes.

The ceiling was unfamiliar, with dark wooden beams, white stucco, and a crystal chandelier hanging from it.

He turned his head and saw that the bed was surrounded by people.

Celine sat on a chair by the bed, her eyes red-rimmed, clutching a handkerchief in her hand, the corners of which were twisted into a pretzel.

Upon seeing Wayne wake up, Celine was the first to speak.

"Your Excellency, what's the situation?"

Wayne propped himself up on the edge of the bed. His head felt heavy, the lingering effects of the sleeping pills. He rubbed his temples to suppress the drowsiness.

"It's alright now."

Celine loosened the handkerchief.

"Sophie, she..."

"She'll be fine after a few days of rest," Wayne said. "Make sure she drinks plenty of water and avoids greasy food. Just let her wake up naturally."

Celine's tears finally fell, not in a loud wail, but silently, drop by drop.

"Your Excellency..." she said gratefully, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Wayne stood up from the bedside, straightened his clothes, and fastened the loose button at the collar again, his movements unhurried.

"Madam, now that your daughter is alright, I'll head back now."

Celine quickly stood up, took out a bulging money bag from her sleeve, and handed it over with both hands.

"Your Excellency, this is the consultation fee. Please don't think it's too little."

Wayne took it and weighed it in his hand.

Approximately one hundred Viking shields.

That's enough to feed the church for a year.

"Thank you, madam." He put the money pouch into his pocket. "The church is indeed short of money lately, so I'll accept this money."

"Your Excellency..." She wanted to say something more.

Wayne waved his hand.

"Madam, please wait. I can go down by myself."

Ace watched Wayne's figure disappear at the top of the stairs, the wheels of his wheelchair grinding against the carpet.

Hmph, men do have some tricks up their sleeves.

I'm becoming more and more curious about you.