Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Lillian put away the map and stood up.

"It's settled then. See you tomorrow morning."

"it is good."

Lillian was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Mr. Wayne."

"Um?"

"Would you like to go check on Tilulu?"

Wayne paused for a moment, his hand holding the water glass still.

"Why are you looking at her?"

"She's not feeling well today. If you go see her and treat her, she might feel better."

Wayne put down his cup.

"Doesn't she look soft and flabby?"

Lillian paused for a moment.

How did you know?

"The way he walks is also a bit strange."

Lillian's eyes widened.

"Mr. Wayne, you're amazing! You haven't even seen her today, how did you know?"

Wayne smiled.

"I understand Tilulu's situation. She said it's a side effect of a high-level healing spell; she's overdrawn her magic power. She just needs to rest and drink plenty of water."

"Really?" Lillian tilted her head and thought for a moment. "A lot of people in the Order have had this problem lately. It seems everyone is working too hard. I need to be more diligent too."

Wayne's smile froze for a moment.

"Hmm... diligence is a good thing."

Lillian is gone.

Her steps were much lighter than when she came; her skirt swayed as she turned the corner of the corridor, and she was gone. Wayne stood at the doorway, watching her disappear at the end of the corridor, then turned and went back to the front hall.

Emma and Ella walked in through the side door.

Emma walked ahead, taking long strides, as if afraid of falling behind if she slowed down. Ella followed behind, her pace unhurried, but her eyes held just as much seriousness as Emma's.

"Owner!"

Emma ran up to Wayne and looked up at him.

"We want to go! My sister and I both want to go!"

"Where to?"

"Let's go fight the Rock Demon! My sister Lillian mentioned that quest earlier, and my sister and I are going too."

Wayne looked down at her.

"A third-tier rock demon, do you even know what that means?"

"I don't know," Emma answered confidently. "But we have a master. Our master can beat him."

Wayne's lips twitched slightly.

"I can't fight for you guys forever."

"Then we can train." Emma's tone became serious. "Didn't Master say that a witch's strength depends not only on awakening but also on combat? Staying in the church every day will never make you a high-ranking witch."

Ella nodded from behind.

"Master, we want to give it a try."

Wayne looked at her.

"Have you thought it through?"

"I've made up my mind."

"A third-tier rock demon is no joke. It could turn both of you into mincemeat with one punch."

Ella's face paled slightly, but she didn't back down.

"That's why we have to follow our master. If we went on our own, it would be suicide. But following our master is a trial."

Wayne looked down at the two of them.

He watched for a while.

"Okay. But there's one condition."

"What are the conditions?"

"Follow my orders throughout. If I say retreat, retreat; if I say run, run. No hesitation, no lingering in battle."

"good!"

The two sisters spoke in unison.

Emma's smile stretched from ear to ear as she turned and hugged Ella, burying her face in her shoulder.

"Sister! We're going to fight the Rock Demon!"

Ai stretched out his arm around her waist, said nothing, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Just then, Ella's panel popped up.

[Ella's Morning State]

[Status: She woke up this morning to find Wayne already gone. She tossed and turned in bed twice, then rolled back over. An inexplicable emptiness spread deep within her. She didn't know what to call it, only that it made her uncomfortable. Later, she understood that to gain peace, she must begin with herself. So, for the first time, she formally gave thanks to the goddess, and from this, she received the goddess's forgiveness and found peace.]

[Note: This is the first time Ella has given thanks to the goddess. Before, it wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she didn't dare. She always felt that she shouldn't be the one to push open that door of faith, or rather, she didn't know what lay behind it. Today, she finally pushed it open. After giving her thanks, she felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.]

[Note 2: Lilith left a trace of her scent when she left the church last night. It wasn't intentional; it was a natural permeation of her scent. This trace won't harm anyone, but it will stir up things in people's minds that they wouldn't normally think about. These things are like seeds, falling into the soil, and will sprout when they encounter the right moisture and temperature.]

[P.S.: This is a good start. The goddess is never stingy with her blessings for those who pray sincerely, especially the first time. Ella's personal luck has improved.]

"Owner."

Ella's voice was soft, with a very natural tone, as if she were talking about something trivial.

"Um."

"The weather's nice today, I'd like to wash the sheets."

Wayne glanced at her.

"Weren't the sheets just washed last week?"

"Hmm. But..." Ella's ears turned slightly red. "Emma slept on her stomach last night and drooled, getting the sheets dirty. I want to wash them and hang them out to dry before the sun comes up."

Emma, ​​standing to the side, suddenly widened her eyes.

"Me? Drooling?"

"Hmm." Ella's tone was calm. "When you woke up this morning, there was a wet patch on your pillow."

Emma's face flushed red.

"I just... I slept well!"

Wayne stood to the side without saying a word.

He looked at Ella, then at Emma.

"Go wash up."

Ella lowered her head.

"it is good."

Ella stood up, turned around, and walked out.

Emma stood there, the redness on her face still lingering.

As she watched Ella's retreating figure, she felt something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Owner."

"Um."

"Don't you think my sister's acting strange today?"

"What's strange about it?"

"It's just... I can't quite put my finger on it." Emma drew circles on the table with her finger. "She's not usually like this. She never pays attention to whether I drool in my sleep."

Wayne didn't say anything.

Emma added, "And she got up later than me this morning. When I woke up, she was still lying in bed, acting like a little kid."

She paused for a moment.

"Master, do you think my sister has something on her mind?"

Wayne ruffled her hair.

"Your older sister has grown up."

Emma looked up.

"It's bigger?"

"Um."

"What does 'grown up' mean?"

"As people grow older, they start to have things on their minds."

Emma tilted her head and thought about the meaning of those words, but in the end she still couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

The panel appeared in front of Wayne.

[Note: Drooling in your sleep is a good excuse.]

in the afternoon.

As the sun began to set, sunlight streamed through the church's stained-glass windows, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the floor.

Wayne was tidying up the scriptures in the front hall, picking up the scriptures scattered on the bench one by one and putting them back on the bookshelf according to their numbers.

Footsteps came from outside the door.

It's not just one person's, it's two people's.

The church doors were pushed open.

Hena stood at the door.

wrong.

It's not the same Hena from before.

Previously, Hena wore Shurasa's body, a deep purple dress, three braids, and had a face in her thirties, exuding a mature charm.

The person standing at the door now is a pink-haired loli.

She was less than 1.5 meters tall, with long pink hair that reached her waist, skin so white it was almost translucent, and delicate features like a porcelain doll. She wore a light pink dress, the hem of which just reached her knees, revealing a section of her slender calves.

He was holding a black cat in his arms.

The black cat was still the same black cat, with green eyes and glossy fur, lazily yawning.

The scripture in Wayne's hand stopped in mid-air.

Hena looked up at him, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a loli before?"