Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

As dawn broke, the two returned to the church.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the church spire was hidden in the gray-white fog, with only the bronze emblem at the very top visible.

The shops on the street were all closed, except for the bakery chimneys, from which smoke was already billowing out, carrying the aroma of freshly baked bread into the morning breeze.

At the church entrance, the two stopped simultaneously.

Two figures were lying in front of the door.

Babaka lay sprawled on the steps, one arm dangling over the stone pavement, his fingers slightly curled. Jenny huddled beside the doorframe, his head against the wall, his mouth slightly open.

Just last night, the two of them got completely drunk.

They poured jug after jug ​​of ale, and by the third jug, Babacar started taking off his coat, saying he was hot. Jenny, not much more sober than him, followed suit.

As the two men emerged from the tavern, the moon peeked out from behind the clouds, illuminating the entire street. Babaka suddenly became interested and declared he would show the moon what the spirit of a Northern Continent man truly was.

Jenny agreed.

So the two of them walked their birds in the middle of the street under the moonlight.

The whole process was witnessed.

The middle-aged woman passing by was so frightened that her face turned red.

If Mayor Wilford hadn't arrived...

It's estimated that the two are already in jail.

Wayne crouched down and reached out to pat Babacar's face.

"Wake up."

Babaka did not respond.

Wayne patted him twice more.

Babaka frowned and let out a muffled gurgling sound, like a bear that had been woken up.

"Well……"

"Wake up." Wayne's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear. "It's dawn."

Babaka slowly opened his eyes a crack. His pupils remained dilated for a while before slowly focusing. His gaze fell on Wayne's face, then shifted away, looked at Mimi beside him, and then looked back.

"Lord...Mr. Bishop?"

"Um."

What are you doing here?

"This is the church entrance."

Babaka paused for a moment, then sat up, supporting himself on the stone slab, his hand pressed against his forehead. His face was contorted in pain, his temples throbbing from the hangover.

"How...how did I end up sleeping here?"

"I don't know either."

On the other side, Mimi also walked up to Jenny and gently nudged his calf with her toe.

"Hey, get up."

Jenny reacted faster than Babacar, and the moment he saw Wayne's face, he sprang to his feet.

"Your Excellency, Bishop! Good morning!" His voice carried a guilty conscience, as if he had done something wrong.

Mimi looked at the two people.

"Alright, alright, get up now, don't block the church door."

Babaka shuffled inwards, holding onto the wall, with Jenny following behind him, looking like two drowned rats just pulled from the water.

Vera walked down the corridor, her hair wrapped in a cloth, revealing her clean forehead. She carried a tray with several empty bowls on it.

"My lord, you're back."

"Um."

Vera's gaze swept across his face, then glanced at Mimi behind him, a slight smile playing on her lips, but she didn't ask any further questions.

"Breakfast is just ready; the porridge is warming in the pot, and the bread is on the stove. Emma and Ella aren't up yet. Should I go wake them?"

"No need, let them sleep a little longer."

Vera nodded and carried the tray toward the kitchen. After taking a couple of steps, she stopped and turned her head away.

"Sir, how did things go last night?"

Wayne looked at her.

"Everything went smoothly."

Vera's shoulders relaxed a little.

"That's good."

She turned around and continued walking towards the kitchen.

Babaka leaned against the wall, his voice hoarse: "Miss Vera...do you have any hangover soup?"

Vera didn't even turn her head.

"Yes. It's hot on the stove, just go and get some."

Jenny followed behind him, his legs still trembling, and he almost tripped over his own feet after taking two steps.

At breakfast, Wayne carried a bowl of porridge.

He glanced at Babacar and the other two.

"When are you leaving?"

Mimi sat on the other side of the table, holding half a loaf of bread in her hand. She hadn't eaten it. When she heard Wayne ask her question, she put the bread on a plate and answered for them.

"They're still hungover; it's not a good time for them to leave today."

Babaka nodded quickly.

"Yes, Mimi is right. Today isn't a good day; my head still hurts, so I can't go."

Jenny nodded along, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Mimi is right. It might be tomorrow, or it might be the day after. It depends on the recovery. If the recovery is fast, it will be tomorrow; if it's slow, it will be the day after."

Babaka added another sentence.

"Anyway, it'll be in the next few days, it won't take too long."

Mimi picked up the bowl of porridge, took a sip, put it down, and wiped her mouth with her sleeve: "Then let's do it the day after tomorrow."

Her tone was calm.

"I think the day after tomorrow is a good day; I'll be leaving then too."

Babaka had just picked up his bowl of porridge when he heard those words. His hand trembled, and half a spoonful of porridge spilled out, scalding the back of his hand. He didn't bother to wipe it off; he looked up, his eyes wide with shock.

"Mimi, are you coming with us?"

"right."

Babaka asked, puzzled.

"You...you said you weren't leaving, why the sudden change of heart..."

"I've changed my mind," Mimi interrupted him, her tone unchanged. "I can't abandon my little brother."

Babaka paused for a moment, then nodded: "That's true. If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten you have a younger brother."

Mimi's lips twitched, but she didn't reply.

Just then, Hena arrived.

She was wearing a light pink nightgown, her hair was still messy, and she wore a light gray cardigan over the nightgown, the buttons were fastened incorrectly, and the hem was longer on one side than the other.

Vera peeked out from beside the stove.

"Miss Hena, you're awake? I saw you were still asleep, so I didn't wake you. The porridge is keeping warm in the pot, and the bread is on the stove. Please help yourself."

Hena nodded and walked in.

Babaka sat on the other side of the table, holding a bowl of porridge in his hand, unsure whether to drink it or not. His gaze lingered on Hena's face for a moment, then quickly shifted away, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window.

He didn't know why, but every time he saw this pink-haired girl, it made him shudder. Although she looked small, she always gave him a feeling that she was not someone to be trifled with.

Jenny wasn't that sensitive.

He held the bowl of porridge, took two sips, put the bowl down, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"Your Excellency, I heard this is your cousin?"

Wayne picked up the bowl of porridge and took a sip.

"Yes."

Jenny's gaze swept over Hena's face, then over Wayne's, and back over Hena's face.

"It doesn't look like it at all!"

Wayne put down his bowl, his tone calm.

"Distant cousin."

Jenny said "Oh" and nodded.

"A distant relative, no wonder."

Just then, Hena sniffed the air and glanced back and forth between Wayne and Mimi.

"Hey, someone..."

She was about to call her "human," but then thought it inappropriate. So she changed her words and said, "Hey, Cousin Wayne, did something happen between you and that girl in front of you? It seems like you two are having a lot more contact now."

Mimi's heart jumped into her throat.

Has her affair with Wayne yesterday been discovered?

Wayne remained calm. He picked up a towel, wiped his mouth, and glanced at Hena.

"Could it be that you have caught a cold?"

Hena was taken aback.

"What?"

"Your nose. When you have a cold, your nose goes awry; everything smells wrong." Wayne's tone was calm. "Did you leave the window open last night? It's no wonder you caught a chill with the night wind blowing in."

Hena frowned.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say, "How could I possibly have a cold?", but before she could finish speaking, her nose started to itch...

"Achoo!"

She turned around and sneezed.

Wayne pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to him.

"You caught a cold. It's chilly at night, and your body isn't as strong as it used to be; you can't handle that kind of wind."

Hena took the handkerchief, her voice muffled:

"This body is really quite fragile."

Wayne looked at her and said.

"Eat your food first. After you finish eating, I'll give you some more magic potions to try."

Hena blew her nose and said.

"Um... thank you."