Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

After Wendy left, she dragged the wicker chair back down the hallway.

The second panel then popped out.

【St. Hilde the Missionary - Biographical Information】

[Name: André Claire]

[Identity: Special Envoy of the Holy See of St. Hilde, Cardinal Candidate, Fourth-Order Holy Light Messenger. Currently thirty-eight years old. Born into a noble family, his father is the Minister of Finance of the Kingdom of St. Hilde. He is the eldest son of the family and was highly regarded from a young age. He entered St. Hilde Theological Seminary at the age of thirteen, graduated first in his class at eighteen, became the youngest deacon at twenty-two, was ordained a bishop at twenty-eight, and entered the list of Cardinal Candidates at thirty-five.]

[Appearance: Approximately 1.85 meters tall, blond hair, blue eyes, regular features, and a well-proportioned figure. Unlike Wayne's androgynous good looks, Andrei's appearance leans more towards a sunny and rugged one. Within the Church of St. Hilde, he is considered "the closest person to perfection."]

[Personality: Outwardly humble and gentle, but inwardly extremely confident. He believes his judgment is always correct, though he rarely displays this confidence. He dislikes arguing, considering it a waste of time. His logic is: what is right will naturally prove right, and what is wrong will eventually be exposed. There's no need to argue.]

[Past: Three years ago, he participated in a witch hunt and personally killed two high-ranking witches during the operation. His assessment of the incident was: "They showed no remorse, so I had no choice but to send them to meet the goddess." However, within the Holy See, rumors circulated that the two witches had given up resistance and that he had ordered the attack to continue.]

[His attitude towards you: Disdain. Not hostility, but simply that he thinks you're not worth his attention. He considers you, a priest from the border town of Wiggins, nothing more than a country bumpkin who's never seen the world.]

[Note: His ostensible purpose in coming to Frosttown was "missionary work and probing," but in reality, he was assigned by the higher-ups of the St. Hilde Church to investigate rumors of a "border priest colluding with a witch." He didn't find the task particularly difficult. He even felt that coming to Frosttown personally was overkill. He didn't understand why the Church would send him to another country to preach and capture a witch. But he wouldn't refuse the assignment, because refusing wouldn't suit his image.]

Wayne stared at the name Andre Claire on the panel, his gaze lingering on it for a moment.

Blonde hair and blue eyes.

1.85 meters tall.

The closest thing to perfection.

Wayne's lips twitched slightly.

Perfect?

The most dangerous thing in this world is perfection.

Perfection means he can't be wrong.

Those who never make mistakes never reflect on their actions.

Those who don't reflect on their actions won't back down.

Those who refuse to back down will only face one fate.

Mimi came out of the kitchen carrying a basin of washed vegetables and saw Wayne standing in the hallway staring blankly at the control panel.

"grown ups?"

Wayne snapped out of his daze.

"Um."

"What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing."

Mimi added another sentence afterward.

"Vera said that today is the Day of Thanksgiving of Seurat, and that you should prepare in advance, sir."

Wayne remained leisurely reclining in the rocking chair.

"it is good."

Mimi was still quite confused.

She certainly knew about Seurat's Thanksgiving, the monthly holiday of the goddess of prostitution. But a church priest had to prepare for the holiday of the goddess of prostitution.

Is this reasonable?

During her time in Frost Town, she naturally heard many of the absurd things that had happened to the previous bishops.

Could it be that the priest in front of us is also that kind of person?

Mimi's gaze swept over Wayne.

From the shoulders to the waist, from the waist to the legs.

She is indeed good-looking.

But what if a group of prostitutes really came today?

Can he handle it?

Mimi suppressed the thought.

She shouldn't worry about things that aren't her concern.

Just then, Wayne noticed that Mimi was looking at him.

"What's wrong with you?"

Mimi looked away.

"N-nothing."

He sat up from the wicker chair, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment. Mimi's complexion was off; she was paler than usual, and her lips were pale.

You don't look too well.

Mimi stammered for a long time, then her face turned red instantly.

"I...I am..."

Wayne looked at her.

"Um?"

Mimi's gaze fell on the pillar.

"Women...always have those two days...when they don't feel well..."

Her voice grew softer and softer.

Wayne understood.

"stomachache?"

Mimi nodded, the gesture so small it was almost imperceptible.

"It started last night. I was going to try to bear it, but when I woke up this morning, it hurt even more than yesterday."

Wayne straightened up from the wicker chair.

"My magic can alleviate it, would you like to try it?"

Mimi looked up.

"Try what?"

"I'll use water magic to heal you. It won't cure you completely, but it'll at least make you feel better today."

Mimi's throat moved slightly.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

Does water magic require you to take off your clothes?

Where will we encounter it?

She had heard Vera say that Wayne's water magic was very powerful, capable of curing curses, venereal diseases, and relieving postpartum bloating. But she wasn't sure if her condition was an illness or just a normal physiological phenomenon.

Wayne saw that she didn't answer.

"If you don't want to, then forget it."

"I have no objection."

Mimi blurted it out.

She regretted it as soon as she said it.

She said those four words so quickly, as if she were answering a question before someone else, as if she had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

Wayne waved to her.

Come here!

Mimi hesitated for a moment.

It took her quite a while to walk the short distance of just a few steps. When she finally sat down on the wicker chair, Wayne had already rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, exposing her forearms.

"Stretch out your hand."

Mimi stretched out her hand.

Wayne grasped her wrist.

Water seeped from her fingertips, the sensation like a spring breeze caressing her skin. Mimi's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.

"How long has it been hurting?"

"It started last night."

"Does it always hurt this much?"

"Sometimes it's light, sometimes it's heavy. This time it's a bit heavier."

Wayne didn't say anything more.

The water element seeped in along the meridians, spreading from the wrist to the elbow, and from the elbow to the shoulder.

Mimi's breathing changed.

It doesn't hurt.

It's comfortable.

That kind of comfort seeps out from the very bones.

No more than two minutes.

Mimi's stomach seems to be hurting less now.

The dull pain that had been plaguing her since last night disappeared, as if it had been taken away from her body by hand.

She looked up at Wayne.

Sunlight streamed down from the corridor, falling on his face and illuminating his features with exceptional clarity.

She suddenly thought this person was very good-looking.

It's not the kind of beauty that's stunning at first glance, but the kind that grows on you the more you look at it. You think it's pretty at first glance, it's even prettier at second glance, and by the third glance, you can't take your eyes off it.

Mimi looked away.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

"You're welcome."

[Mimi - Current Status]

[Status: Stomach pain is gone. Thanks to water magic, thanks to the goddess's blessing. Her body has returned to normal, but her mind hasn't. She thought to herself, "Your magical skills are simply divine for women. Not just 'like' a divine skill, but a divine skill itself. This can be explained in two ways."]

[Note: During the treatment, she found you increasingly handsome. This wasn't her fault. It was the combined effect of the sunlight, the angle, and your face. She simply glanced at you once, then a second time, then a third. As she looked, she started to overthink, and the result, like other witches, was that she went through the same process.]

[Note 2: She even wondered if she was being influenced by a demon. Of course, that was just an excuse. She knew perfectly well that a demon wasn't so free as to influence her every time it saw a handsome man. The one truly influencing her was herself.]

[Note 3: Her original plan was to return to the Northern Continent after completing the mission and get married. Now her plans have changed. She will still get married, but she has a different option now.]

[Note: She wants you to leave first, so she won't feel awkward.]