Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

As night deepened, most of the wall lamps in the church corridor went out, leaving only the one at the end of the corridor still lit.

The first room on the north side is Wayne's room.

The door was half open, and the light from the oil lamp leaked out from the crack, casting a thin strip of light on the corridor floor.

Emma and Ella's blankets were already laid out beside Wayne's bed, in the same spot as last night. Emma was quicker than last night; she ran from her room with a pillow in her arms, threw it on the floor, and pounced on it. Ella followed behind, carrying two blankets, one for herself and one for Emma.

Wayne sat on the edge of the bed, taking off his coat.

Emma lay on the pillow, raised her head, and looked towards the doorway. The door to the second room on the east side was closed; that was her and her sister Ella's room.

"Owner."

"Um."

Who are those two people?

Wayne's hand paused for a moment.

"What two people?"

"Those two who came today." Emma rolled over, lying on her back, staring at the ceiling. "The short one with pink hair, and the tall one with black hair. Why are they sleeping in the church?"

Wayne draped his coat over the back of the chair.

"The one with pink hair is my distant cousin."

Emma lifted her head from the pillow.

"cousin?"

"Yes. Her name is... Hena."

"Hena?" Emma chewed on the name. "I've never heard you mention her."

"We hadn't been in touch before, we only recently reconnected." Wayne's voice was calm. "Something happened to her family, and she had nowhere to go, so she came to Frost Town to stay with me."

Emma thought about it.

"What about the one with black hair?"

"Those were her attendants."

"Attendants?"

"Yes. Call her Lilith."

Emma's gaze swept over Wayne's face.

"Master, how old is your cousin?"

"eighteen."

Wayne's tone carried a hint of uncertainty.

"She doesn't look eighteen," Emma's voice turned serious. "She looks way too young, more like fourteen or fifteen. Master, are you sure she's your cousin?"

"A distant cousin. It's normal for her to be a little small."

The panel appeared in front of Wayne.

[Wayne - His Lie Was Caught]

[Status: Ella thinks you're lying to her. Hena's childlike face doesn't look eighteen at all. But she doesn't intend to expose you. Because she believes you wouldn't harm them, nor anyone in the church. Since you say she's a distant cousin, then she is a distant cousin.]

[Note: Even if you admit to yourself tomorrow that those two people are devils, she can accept it quickly, at most be surprised for a moment, and then continue to call you "cousin".]

[Note 2: Her loyalty isn't blind; it's based on judgment. Her judgment concludes that you are trustworthy. Therefore, she believes whatever you say.]

Ella continued.

"Owner."

"Um."

"Will my cousin be coming with us to the capital later?"

"Possibly."

Ella paused for a moment.

"oh."

Her tone revealed no emotion.

Wayne looked at her.

"What? You don't want her to come along?"

"No." Ella folded the blanket neatly. "The master decides. Whoever the master wants to go, goes. Whoever the master doesn't want to go, can't go."

Emma lay on her side, facing Wayne.

"Owner."

"Um."

"When are we leaving?"

"No rush."

Ella blinked twice.

"Then...when?"

"Wait until it's time to leave."

"oh."

She didn't ask any more questions.

Wayne reached out and dimmed the oil lamp a little, the flame shrinking to the size of a soybean, and the light in the room dimmed, leaving only a halo of dim yellow light.

"Go to sleep."

Ella's voice came from under the covers, muffled.

"it is good."

Late at night.

Only the breathing of the three people remained in the room.

Time quickly passed to the second day.

The panel popped up the moment Wayne woke up.

[Baba and Jenny's Status Last Night]

Location: Storage room.

[Status: Abnormal. Influenced by Lilith's lingering scent, Babaka and Jenny experienced an inexplicable illusion last night. They almost glanced at each other while sleeping. Jenny was drenched in cold sweat, his nose beaded with perspiration, and his back soaked. He dared not close his eyes, afraid that if he did, he would be unable to resist looking towards Babaka. Babaka felt the same way; he lay awake in the darkness, staring at the ceiling, the same thought replaying in his mind: Why did I think he looked alright today? Impossible. Absolutely impossible. It must be an illusion.]

[Note: The two made a pact before going to sleep: whoever turned over in the middle of the night would be considered an animal. A wooden plank, about a foot wide, was placed between them, dug out of a pile of junk.]

[Note 2: Jenny slept fitfully for the first half of last night, then fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion. Babacar didn't sleep well either, tossing and turning until dawn before finally managing to close his eyes. This morning, the first thing they did upon waking was to simultaneously turn their heads to confirm the plank was still in place, then they looked at each other and smiled.]

Wayne opened his eyes.

Turning around, I saw Emma lying right in front of me.

Her chin rested on the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the edge of the blanket, her pale red eyes wide open, staring at him without blinking. She didn't know how long she had been awake, or how long she had been lying there, just quietly watching.

Wayne blinked.

"Good morning, Master!"

Emma's lips parted into a grin, revealing two small fangs, and she sprang up from the edge of the bed, pounced on Wayne.

"Master, Emma loves you so much."

Her face was buried in Wayne's chest, her voice muffled by the blankets, but every word was clear. Her arms were tightly wrapped around him, as if afraid he would disappear if she let go. Wayne looked down at her and reached out to ruffle her hair a couple of times.

Ella sat up from the floor beside the bed.

Her hair was a little messy, with a few strands of light blue hair sticking to her cheeks, and the neckline of her pajamas was askew, revealing a section of her collarbone.

She didn't pounce on him like Emma did.

She knelt on the quilt, her hands folded in front of her knees, her head slightly lowered, her ears turning red.

"Master, I like you very much too."

The voice wasn't loud, but it was very earnest.

Wayne looked at her and reached out his hand.

Ella leaned forward slightly, bringing the top of her head under Wayne's palm. Wayne's fingers ran through her hair, gently rubbing it twice, the same light and firm motion he used when rubbing Emma's hair.

The panel popped up.

[Ella's Morning State]

[Status: Satisfied. Not the kind of satisfaction of "being very happy," but the kind of satisfaction of "this is enough." She doesn't need her master to say sweet words or do anything special. Just having her master pat her head like this makes her feel like the luckiest person in the world.]

[Note: Emma felt that her owner patted her sister's head for two seconds longer than he patted hers. She decided that next time she would bury her head a little deeper into her owner's hand.]

He stretched and sat up in bed.

"Alright, get up. We still have trials to go through later."

Emma sprang out of bed, hands on her hips, head tilted back, chin held high.

"Master is right! We'll still be hunting magical beasts later, and then we'll show them my fire magic, ahahahaha..."

Ella got up from the bedside, straightened the collar of her pajamas, and walked over to Wayne. She didn't say anything, but stood on tiptoe and kissed Wayne on the cheek.

After kissing, he stepped away.

The action is fast.

Emma, ​​with her sharp eyes, noticed her sister's actions.

"Sister! You ran away!"

"I don't."

"You clearly kissed me!"

"That's...that's politeness."

"Then I should be polite too."

Emma also gave Wayne a kiss on the other side.

Wayne reached out and put Emma on the ground.

"Go change your clothes. Have breakfast. Let's go."