Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Wayne turned around.

The coarse cloth dresses were indeed too big for them, with sleeves extending far beyond their waists and hems trailing on the ground. But even so, they couldn't hide the changes in them.

The face was still the same face, but no longer the gaunt one. The eyes were still black, but now they shone brightly. Standing there, though small, the person already resembled a human.

Ella kept her head down, twisting her fingers around her sleeve. Emma, ​​on the other hand, looked up, her bright black eyes sparkling as she gazed at Wayne.

"Master, what do we do next?"

Wayne looked at her.

"sleep."

Emma blinked: "Sleep...sleep?"

"You haven't eaten for three days and just drank the awakening potion; your bodies need rest." Wayne pointed to the bed in the corner of the room. "Sleep there tonight."

Ella looked up.

"And... what about you, Master?"

"I have the room next door."

Ella opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say. Emma, ​​on the other hand, asked directly.

"Master, don't you want us to serve you?"

Wayne looked at her.

"What can you do?"

Emma thought about it.

"Can...can you do housework?"

"What kind of work?"

"We can do anything!" Emma said earnestly. "We can start a fire, fetch water, sweep the floor, wash clothes, and..." She paused, her voice lowering, "...and get beaten."

Wayne didn't say anything.

Ella tugged at her sister's sleeve.

Emma ignored her and continued to look at Wayne.

"Master, you saved us, gave us medicine, and made us better. We have to do something, otherwise... otherwise we won't be able to live with ourselves."

Wayne looked at her.

He had seen what was in those dark eyes before.

It's the kind of anxiety that comes from someone who has nothing left, suddenly having something and desperately trying to hold onto it.

"Tomorrow," he said.

Emma was stunned.

"I'll teach you how to do things tomorrow. Go to sleep tonight."

Emma blinked, then smiled—a clean smile that revealed her neat teeth.

"good!"

She pulled her sister toward the bed.

He took two steps and then turned back.

"Goodnight, Master!"

Ella, being pulled by her sister, turned around as well, her voice much softer, but still audible.

"Goodnight, Master..."

Wayne nodded.

He turned and walked out, pausing at the door.

"Oh, right."

The two girls stopped in their tracks.

"The door is unlocked. If you feel unwell or scared at night, you can come find me."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out.

The door closed gently.

Ella and Emma stood by the bed, looking at the closed door.

Emma spoke first.

"Sister, have we met some good people?"

Ella didn't say anything.

She just stared at the door, her eyes starting to redden again.

Emma pulled her to sit down on the edge of the bed. The bed frame was a bit hard, and the blankets weren't thick, but they were softer than any place they had ever slept in.

"Sister, don't cry."

"I didn't cry."

"His eyes were red, but he still didn't cry."

"It's...it's because bathwater got into my eyes."

Emma pursed her lips but didn't call her out. She lay down and moved over to make room for her sister.

Ella lay down too.

The two girls squeezed together on one bed, covered by a thin blanket. The room was quiet, save for the distant barking of a dog outside the window. Emma suddenly turned over, facing her sister.

"Sister, don't you think Master is very handsome?"

Ella paused for a moment.

"Why...why are you saying this?"

"I just think it looks good." Emma blinked. "It looks better than all the people selling things in the market, a million times better than that fat merchant."

Ella didn't say anything.

Emma continued, "And since our master is so good to us, shouldn't we...?"

"Should be what?"

Emma thought about it.

"Should I marry him?"

Ella's face flushed red.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

"I'm not kidding," Emma said earnestly. "Our master saved us, gave us medicine, made us beautiful again, and didn't lock the door so we wouldn't be scared. Who else would I marry but such a good man?"

"But...but we are slaves..."

"Slaves can get married too."

Ella was speechless.

Emma rolled over again and lay on her back looking at the ceiling.

"Anyway, I've made up my mind," she said. "From now on, I'll follow Master and do whatever Master tells me to do. If Master marries another woman in the future, I'll... I'll..."

"So what?"

Emma thought about it.

"Just serve her tea and water."

Ella: "..."

This girl...

Ella didn't say anything more.

but……

But if...

No, no, no, I can't think about it.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.

The next room.

Wayne sat in the chair, holding the appointment letter in his hand.

Frost Town.

Demonic Tide.

He put down the letter of appointment and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Then the panel popped up.

【Ella (Ice Witch) - Affection Level: 80%】

[Note: She wants to marry you.]

Emma (Fire Witch) - Affection Level: 88%

[Note: She also wants to marry you. And she wants to be with her sister.]

[P.S.: The widow in Frosttown has been doing things every night in front of the portrait Kasa sent you—things that are best left unsaid.]

[P.S.: The fat businessman can't sleep tonight. His wife asked him why he gave away the two witches for free, and he said Father Wayne was a good man. His wife said "yes," and then turned over. The fat businessman felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.]

Wayne read it without any expression.

Close it.

go to bed.

When Wayne pushed open the door, it was just dawn.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the church steeple was hidden in the gray-white sky, with birds calling in the distance.

Then he lowered his head.

Two little figures were squatting at the door.

Hearing the door open, Emma looked up first, blinking her dark eyes, not yet fully awake.

"Owner……"

Ella woke up and hurriedly tried to stand up, but her legs went numb and she swayed. Wayne reached out to support her.

"How long have you been squatting?"

Ella kept her head down, not daring to look at him.

"Not long after..."

Emma yawned beside her and confessed honestly:

"I got up as soon as the rooster crowed."

Wayne looked at her.

"Weren't you supposed to be sleeping?"

"She's asleep," Emma said. "She'll get up when she wakes up."

Wayne didn't say anything more.

He straightened up, his gaze passing over the two girls and landing at the end of the corridor. There stood several people: church servants, novice monks, and a few citizens who had risen early for morning prayers. They were huddled together, whispering and glancing in his direction every now and then.

Upon seeing him emerge, those gazes immediately averted.

Wayne ignored him and led the two girls toward the main hall of the church.

"Master, where are we going?"

"Eat breakfast."

……

Before he had gone far, Wayne realized that he probably wouldn't be able to get away so easily today, because the church entrance was packed with people.

Not one or two, but a whole group.

No one knows who spread the news that Wayne was about to leave, so much so that all of Audrian's women came here.

Noblewomen in silk dresses, merchants' wives in cotton clothes, and several young girls crowded at the foot of the church steps, completely blocking the way. Upon seeing Wayne appear, the crowd immediately stirred.

"Father Wayne!"

"Master Priest!"

"I heard you're leaving? Is it true?"