Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Wayne's gaze lingered on Hena for a couple of moments, looking her up and down.

"What are you doing...?"

"A new body." Hena's tone held a hint of pride. "Lilith made it for me. What do you think? Doesn't it look good?"

"fine."

Wayne's tone was calm.

But the panel is not calm.

[Wayne - Current Status]

[Status: Satisfied. Not just "okay," extremely satisfied. A preference for thin, pale skin is a tradition among priests, and as a priest at Wiggins Church, Wayne is no exception. While Shurasha was attractive, he always felt something was missing. Now he knows—it was a youthful, innocent charm.]

[Note: This is nothing shameful. Most clergy in the world share similar preferences; it's simply the way things are in the church. The Pope's preference for men is another matter—that's a personal choice. But on the issue of being fair-skinned, young, and thin, the priests of the church are united.]

[Note 2: Wayne is different from those people. Wayne "knows how to appreciate." This is an aesthetic superiority, not a display of quantity.]

Wayne's lips twitched.

The panel even started criticizing him.

On the other side, Lilith jumped down from Hena's arms.

She crouched on the bench, her green eyes fixed on Wayne.

"We didn't have enough materials, so this is the best we can do," Lilith said with a hint of dissatisfaction. "Just make do with it for now. I'll get her a better set once I find better materials."

Hena looked down at her hands, opening and closing her fingers repeatedly.

"This body is too weak, not even at the first level."

Lilith glanced at her.

"What's your rush? I haven't recovered my strength yet. Once my seal is broken a bit more, creating a fourth-tier body for you won't be a problem."

"When will that be?"

"have no idea."

"Then why did you say it!"

Wayne looked at Hena and remained silent for a moment.

"Where is Shurasa?"

Hena looked up.

"Her!" she said lightly, as if commenting on the nice weather. "She's back in her body. She's resting at the hotel."

Wayne nodded.

"So, you two have come here for...?"

"Thank you, Goddess!" Hena answered quickly, her eyes curving into crescents. "Yes! It's to thank the Goddess. Last time in the clinic, you said that if we could guide demons towards order with minimal cost, the Goddess would definitely agree. We thought about it and felt that what you said made perfect sense. So we came here today specifically to express our gratitude."

Wayne looked at Hena.

Hena looked at him too, her smile unchanged, but there was something else in her eyes. Not calculation, but expectation.

"Moreover," Hena took a step forward, looking up at Wayne, "I don't have enough control over my new body yet. Water elemental healing might help me adapt to this body better."

She paused.

"Mr. Wayne, your water magic should work, right?"

Wayne didn't say anything.

Hena stood in front of him, only reaching his chest.

The panel popped up.

[Hena - Current Status]

[Status: Anticipation. She's not here for healing. Her new body is perfectly healthy, without any problems. She's here because she wants to recreate her past. She tasted the benefits of your exorcism in the dream last time. Now, with a new body, she wants to experience an even more realistic version.]

[Note: Lilith knows what Hena is thinking. But she doesn't intend to stop her. Partly because she can't control Hena, and partly because she herself wants to know what effect Wayne's water magic will have on the demon's new body.]

[Note 2: She herself is also looking forward to it.]

There was a moment of silence in the church's foyer.

Lilith crouched on the bench, her green eyes darting back and forth between the two of them, before suddenly jumping off the bench.

When the black mist dissipated, she was no longer a black cat.

They were still barely covered by strips of cloth.

"Um..." Her voice was soft, with a deliberate nonchalance, "Your magic seems to have some effect on my seal. I... I need to be healed today too."

Wayne glanced at the two of them.

"One at a time."

Hena took a step forward.

"I'll go first this time."

Lilith did not object.

She took a half step back, crossed her arms, and leaned against the armrest of the bench, the strip of cloth swaying on her body.

"Okay. You go first."

Wayne turned around and walked towards the examination room.

"Come with me."

The three people walked through the corridor and passed the backyard entrance.

Babaka was chopping wood in the yard.

He was shirtless, holding the axe above his head. With one swing, the firewood split in two, scattering wood chips all over the ground.

He heard footsteps and looked up.

His gaze fell on Hena.

Long pink hair, a porcelain doll-like face, a slender waist, and her skirt fluttering gently in the wind.

Babaka's axe stopped in mid-air.

His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were fixed on Hena.

From top to bottom.

View from bottom to top.

Hena didn't stop walking.

But Lilith stopped.

She turned her head and looked at Babacar's face.

The green eyes narrowed slightly.

Babaka's hair stood on end.

Before he could even react, an invisible hand had already slapped him across the face.

Snapped!

The sound wasn't loud, but it was crisp.

Babaka tilted his head to the side, took two steps back, and the axe slipped from his hand, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

He covered his face, his eyes filled with confusion.

Lilith's voice wasn't loud.

"Look again, and I'll poke your eyes out."

Babaka's throat moved.

He lowered his head, not daring to utter a sound.

What did he do to deserve this?

He felt wronged.

Wayne was unaware of what was happening behind him.

Babaka squatted beside the woodpile, one hand covering half his face. The axe lay on the ground, scattering sawdust all over him. He kept his head down, his shoulders twitching like a dog that had been kicked.

Jenny peeked out from around the corner of the corridor, looked around to make sure the person was gone, and then jogged over. He squatted down in front of Babacar, tilting his head to look at his face.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Babaka didn't say anything.

Jenny reached out to pry his hand away.

"Let me see, let me see."

Babaka accidentally slid away.

Jenny noticed that half of his face was red.

Jenny's mouth opened.

Wow.

Babaka looked up, tears welling up in his eyes.

Jenny quickly shut his mouth.

"Boss, don't cry. You're a grown man, what are you crying about?"

Babaka ignored him.

Tears fell down.

Jenny squatted opposite him, trying so hard to suppress his laughter that his stomach ached. He bit his lips until they turned white, his cheeks puffed out like a toad's, and his whole body twitched.

"Boss..."

"Shut up."

I didn't say anything.

You're laughing.

"I don't."

You are laughing.

Jenny finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. The laughter wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly jarring in the quiet backyard. Babaka looked up at him, tears still glistening in her eyes.

Jenny quickly covered his mouth.

"Boss, I'm not laughing at you. I just... I just think the weather is pretty nice today."

Babaka grabbed a handful of sawdust and threw it at him.

The sawdust scattered in the air, falling like a light snowfall. Jenny didn't dodge; the sawdust landed on his hair and shoulders, but he didn't brush it off. He just squatted there, the smile on his lips still lingering.

A burly man acting coquettishly, and a younger brother trying not to laugh.

The scene was somewhat eerie.

Hmm...?

An isekai (another world) romantic comedy?