Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

The panel reappeared as Wilford was carried away.

[Royal Capital - Real-time News]

King Antep Wiggins issued a new decree today: no one in the palace may wear clothes, only a small cloth hanging from their waist to cover their private parts. Those who violate this decree will be expelled from the palace and never employed again. The decree caused an uproar throughout the court. But no one dared to object, for the last minister to object was now guarding the toilet.

[Additionally: The King cast a transcendental spell, "Eternal Youth," restoring the youthful appearance of everyone in the palace. While their lifespans remained unchanged, the visual effect was remarkable. Cheers erupted throughout the palace for a full hour.]

[Note: This morning at court, several handsome generals felt extremely uncomfortable under your father's gaze. Their reaction: to clench their fists. Everyone knows about your father's title; rumors suggest it's related to "selling one's ass." The generals deliberately took a longer route as they left, fearing they might be stopped by the Marquis for a "reminiscing."]

[Note 2: Your father, Marquis Lynch, has decided to no longer rely entirely on the Church. He spent two thousand dimensional gold shields to hire a group of "super-famous bounty hunters." They're supposedly from the Northern Continent, specifically to catch "disobedient" targets like you.]

No one wears clothes in the palace. The king casts a spell to make people younger. The ministers leave court with their buttocks clenched. His father spends two thousand gold shields to hire a bounty hunter from the Northern Continent.

Wayne watched with great interest.

No one wears clothes in the palace. The king casts a spell to make people younger. The ministers leave court with their buttocks clenched. His father spends two thousand gold shields to hire a bounty hunter from the Northern Continent.

There is no logical connection between these things.

But they happened at the same time.

This is the Wiggins Kingdom.

Wayne looked away and prepared to go downstairs.

"Your Majesty Bishop."

Celine's voice came from behind.

Wayne turned around.

Celine stood in the corridor. The servants had retreated to the stairwell, leaving her alone. Her dark dress blended almost seamlessly into the dim light, with only a glimpse of her collarbone peeking out from the neckline.

"lady."

Celine took two steps forward and stopped in front of him.

"Thank you so much for today."

"You're welcome," Wayne said. "Exorcism is a priest's duty."

Celine looked at him for a couple of breaths.

"That's not a demon at all, right?"

Wayne didn't respond.

Celine's lips curled slightly. It wasn't a smile, but a knowing "I knew it" kind of understanding. Her gaze lingered on Wayne's face for a moment, then shifted to the view outside the window. Most of the crowd on Green Oriole Street had already dispersed, leaving only a few idlers standing at the street corner, peering in their direction.

"I've been married to Wilford for fifteen years." Her voice was soft, as if she were talking about something unrelated to herself. "I know him better than anyone. I know he frequents prostitutes. I know he keeps mistresses. I know all his shameful vices."

She turned back and looked at Wayne again.

"But he was never possessed by a demon."

Wayne didn't say anything.

"He went to a brothel today. He was on drugs, his mind wasn't clear, and he got stuck when he tried to climb through the window." Celine's voice was flat, as if she were reading from an account book. "All your holy medicine, black smoke, and exorcism rituals were just an act for those people outside."

She paused.

"You acted very well. Much better than my husband."

Wayne looked at her.

"What does Madam wish to say?"

Celine remained silent for a moment.

"I want to say thank you."

"It's not about thanking you for saving him," she added, "it's about thanking you for giving him a dignified way out. For him, dignity is the most important thing in his life. If it weren't for you today, his dignity would be shattered beyond repair."

She paused, then added.

"Although I think he deserved it."

Wayne couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Celine noticed that.

"You smiled."

"no."

"have."

"Madam, you've misread it."

Celine looked at his face, which was trying so hard to maintain a serious expression, and suddenly found it a little funny.

"Your Excellency," she began, her voice relaxed after exhaustion, "I've asked you to come here today not just to ask you to save my husband."

Wayne looked at her.

"What else?"

Celine rubbed her forehead.

"Headache," she said. "It's an old problem. It's getting worse these days. I can't sleep well at night and I have no energy during the day. I've seen a doctor and taken medicine, but it's not helping."

She paused, her gaze falling on Wayne's face.

"I've heard that Your Excellency's water magic can cure many illnesses. I was thinking... could you please take another look at me?"

Wayne didn't say anything.

Celine stood there, her back straight, her hands hanging at her sides, her posture upright and proper, just like always, but her fingers were twisting together inside her sleeves.

The panel popped up.

[Cereine Wilford - Current Status]

Chief complaint: Headache.

[True cause: Long-term emotional repression. Her husband cheated on her, frequented prostitutes, and neglected his family; she endured it for fifteen years. All the resentment, grievances, and anger accumulated over the years were trapped inside her, unable to escape or dissipate, eventually manifesting as migraines.]

[Note: What she needs is an opportunity.]

[Also: She was thinking: Wilford has been indulging himself for so many years, it shouldn't be too much for her to indulge herself a few times, right? Just a tiny bit...]

After reviewing the panel, Wayne naturally granted the believer's request.

"Can."

Celine's eyes lit up.

"Now?"

"Now."

Wayne turned and glanced at the end of the corridor. The servants had already retreated to the first floor, and the stairwell was empty; there was no one there.

Are there any quiet rooms around here?

Celine thought for a moment.

There's a room at the end of the corridor, but it's usually empty.

That's right! The mayor's mansion is the real owner of the Rose Garden, which is why she is so familiar with this place.

At the end of the corridor on the second floor of the Rose Garden, there was a door that was never opened. Celine took a bunch of keys off her waistband, turned the brass key twice in the keyhole, and the door opened.

The room was small, with a bed, a table, an empty vase on the table, and a thin layer of dust on the windowsill.

All of this was planned by Celine long ago.

I just didn't expect this plan to come so quickly.

Wayne sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch her forehead.

"Does it hurt?" Wayne asked.

"It doesn't hurt," Celine said softly.

"It's just a little... sour."

Wayne paused for a moment while he was concentrating on performing magical healing.

"lady."

"Um."

"What are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything!"

Celine turned her head, her voice natural.

"Your Excellency, you should just focus on treating your illness."

What I do is none of your business.

Logically, it makes sense.

She was the patient, and he was the doctor.

The patient's freedom is paramount; the doctor's job is simply to treat the illness. And what does the patient's feedback have to do with him, Wayne?

Wayne's panel appeared.

[Cerine's Treatment Status]

Current status: Excellent teamwork.

[Note: She was thinking that if Wilford could understand her, that would be good; at least she would have something to look forward to in the future.]

[Note 2: She did not touch Wayne at all. Not even a finger. She strictly adhered to the principles of "doctor-patient" relations, keeping herself within the bounds of compliance.]

[Also: By the end of the treatment, she was mostly recovered.]