Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Wayne looked at Babacar for two breaths.

Are you sure?

Babaka's throat moved.

He had heard that the Pope of Wiggins Kingdom had a strange fetish for men, and that this had become a trend throughout the entire church.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tighten his back door.

He began to hesitate.

Looking at the bottle of unknown potion in Wayne's hand, and then at Wayne's face, a thought flashed through his mind: This priest in front of him is indeed good-looking. Young, handsome, and a fourth-tier priest.

If he were to do something to Mimi, she might not necessarily suffer. No, no, Mimi is his teammate; he needs to protect her.

His values ​​were in turmoil at that moment. On one hand, there was the sense of responsibility to "protect his teammates," and on the other hand, there was the absurd thought that "it might not be a good thing." The two thoughts were fighting in Babacar's mind, making him dizzy and confused.

"I...I'm not sure." Babaka took a half step to the side, but not completely. "Well, just ask her yourself. If she's willing, great; if not, no."

Mimi glanced down at the bottle of potion.

The panel popped up.

[Mimi - Current Status]

[Status: Lost in thought. She recalled the storybooks that circulated from the Northern Continent, tales of evil priests. The priests in those stories appeared respectable on the surface, but secretly engaged in all sorts of shady dealings. Some priests collected portraits of young girls, some made unwanted advances in the confessional, some could even summon tentacles… She didn't know which type Wayne was. But she mentally went through all the possibilities, "worried" she couldn't handle it.]

[Note: She was a little scared, but also a little excited. Scared because it was her first time, and excited because… she'd been single for a long time. Moreover, she lacked confidence in her self-control, especially in front of a handsome man. Her freedom of dress was solid proof of this; she even found fabric restrictive, let alone her willpower.]

[Note 2: She stole a glance at Wayne, then quickly looked away. If it were such a handsome priest, it might not be so bad… She even felt that if Wayne really did something to her, she might cooperate. Not because she was promiscuous, but because she hadn't been… well, never mind.]

Mimi looked up, her face slightly flushed.

"Um, could you be a little gentler?"

Wayne flicked her finger on her forehead.

"Thump."

A muffled thud.

Mimi covered her forehead and took half a step back.

It doesn't hurt, but it makes a sound.

"What are you thinking about?" Wayne held the porcelain bottle up to her face, mouth facing upwards, so she could see the pale blue liquid inside. "A potion to seal your strength. If you drink it, your strength will be suppressed to the first tier. While you're imprisoned here, behave yourself and don't have any wicked thoughts."

Mimi covered her forehead and stood there stunned for a moment.

She blushed immediately, and was also a little disappointed.

She had just put on a whole drama in her mind, but it turned out that Wayne just wanted to seal her magic.

"Then why did you only give me the drink? What about the other two?"

Wayne glanced at her.

"You don't really want to share food, drink, and the toilet with two grown men, do you?"

Mimi shut her mouth. She glanced down at the close-fitting black soft armor she was wearing, then at the two men peering out of the storage room, and swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Although she wasn't a delicate person, she clearly didn't want to be locked in a storage room with two grown men.

"As for you," Wayne continued, "you'll be working as a church maid for a while. Sometimes the church is short-staffed."

"I……"

"You don't want to?"

"I'm willing," Mimi said in a muffled voice.

Wayne nodded and handed over the porcelain bottle. Mimi took it, uncorked it, and drank it all in one gulp. The potion wasn't bitter; it had a faint herbal flavor and a hint of something sweet that was hard to define.

She licked her lips.

"alright?"

"All done." Wayne took out his keys from his waist and bent down to unlock the shackles on her wrists and ankles.

The sound of the metal buckle snapping open was particularly crisp in the quiet night. Mimi moved her wrist, looked down at the red marks left on her wrist, and rubbed them gently without saying a word.

Jenny leaned halfway out of the storage room, craning his neck and staring intently at the bunch of keys in Wayne's hand.

"Your Majesty Bishop!"

Wayne turned his head.

"Um?"

"I...I can drink potions too!" Jenny's voice was filled with eager eagerness. "I can be a maid at the church too! Could you remove my shackles for me too?"

Babacar leaned against the door frame of the storage room, his hands still tied behind his back, looking at his teammates with disdain.

"A maid? You?"

Jenny puffed out his chest confidently.

"What's wrong with maids? Maids aren't gender-specific. As long as I can serve His Holiness the Bishop, I'll do anything."

"You said yesterday that you despise those who are slaves to others the most in this life."

"That was yesterday," Jenny said without changing his expression. "The me of yesterday and the me of today are not the same person."

Babaka's lips twitched.

He wanted to curse, but he had nothing to say. People change; yesterday they looked down on being slaves, today they're eager to be slaves—that's not contradictory. After all, everyone needs to eat.

Wayne looked at Jenny's smiling face and fastened the key back to his waist.

"It depends on your performance."

Jenny's smile froze for a moment.

"Performance? What performance?"

"It's all about performance."

Wayne offered no further explanation.

He turned around and tilted his head slightly towards Mimi.

"Come with me."

Mimi followed behind him.

The two walked through the corridor together.

Wayne stopped in front of a door.

A wooden sign hung on the door, bearing the words "Mayfair," though the writing was somewhat faded. Wayne reached out, took the sign down, flipped it over, and hung it on the door frame, blank side facing out.

"These are empty rooms in the church; you can stay here for now."

Mimi peeked inside. The room wasn't big; it contained a bed, a table, a chair, and a wardrobe. The bed was covered with clean, neatly folded sheets. There was an empty vase on the table, and a thin layer of dust settled on the windowsill.

"Who is Mayfair?" Mimi asked.

"The nun from before."

Where is she?

"I'm gone."

Mimi didn't ask any more questions. She went into the room, sat down on the bed, and placed her palm on the sheet to feel the texture of the fabric.

"Aren't you afraid I'll run away?"

Wayne stood in the doorway.

"If you run away, your two companions will be dead."

Mimi paused for a moment.

"Are you using them to blackmail me?"

"This isn't blackmail," Wayne said calmly. "It's a deal. You stay put, and they stay put. Once I'm satisfied, you'll all leave together."

Mimi stared at his face for a couple of breaths, her lips twitching slightly, unsure whether she wanted to laugh or say something, but in the end she swallowed it back.

"Okay," she said.

Wayne nodded.

"Get some rest. Vera will come to see you first thing tomorrow morning and tell you exactly what to do."

"it is good."

Wayne turned and left.

The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away.

Mimi buried her head in the pillow.

She suddenly felt a pang of regret, not for drinking the potion, but for the random thoughts she had had in the courtyard earlier.

She buried her face in her hands.

Embarrassing.

So embarrassing.

She's a level three assassin who's traveled all over the country for so many years, what kind of situation hasn't she seen? How come when she's in front of this priest, her mind is full of all sorts of nonsense?

It must be the potion that's the problem.

Yes, it must be.

The potion affected her mind.

That's why she said those things.