Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

After saying a few simple farewell words.

Old Ruth walked away, leaning on his cane, turning back every few steps.

Aya stood at the church entrance, watching her grandfather's figure disappear around the corner of the main street.

Wayne stood behind her.

"Go in."

Aya turned around and looked up at him.

"Your Excellency, where do I live?"

"There's an empty room in the backyard, the one Mimi used to live in."

Aya nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Vera came out of the kitchen, her face still dusted with flour, and wiped her hands on her apron. She walked up to Aya, squatted down, and her gaze swept over Aya's face.

"Aya's here?"

Aya nodded.

"Good girl." Viagra reached out and pinched her cheek, then stood up, glancing at Wayne. "Sir, leave this child to me. I'll take her to her room and find her some clean clothes."

"it is good."

Vera reached out her hand to Aya.

"Come, follow me."

Aya looked at the hand, then at Vera's face, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out her hand.

Vera took her hand and led her to the backyard.

Aya took two steps and glanced at Wayne.

Wayne smiled at her.

"Go."

Aya nodded and followed Vera.

Time quickly passed and evening arrived.

Wayne unexpectedly received a letter.

The letter was delivered by Thomason.

"Sir, your letter!" Thomason rushed in from the church entrance. "The messenger said it's from Adrian, and it's urgent."

Wayne took the letter.

The design features a dove with outstretched wings.

Wayne recognized Charman's seal.

I haven't had a chance to read the letter yet.

Charman's panel popped up.

[Recent Developments of Archbishop Charman Adrian]

[Status: Not good. Not physically, but mentally. Ever since he opened Elena's Pandora's box, things have spiraled out of his control. Elena is no longer the Elena she once was. She's started taking the initiative, fighting back, and using everything Charman had taught her against herself.]

[Specific example: She would tie Charman to a chair and make him watch her performances. Not ordinary performances, but the kind with many actors. Charman couldn't avoid watching, but watching was even worse. His old heart couldn't take the stimulation, but Elena didn't care.]

[Note: Since recovering his health, his heart has gradually moved towards pure love, but it's too late. Elena has completely fallen. Sometimes, looking at Elena, he feels disoriented, as if a stranger is standing in front of him. Yet, all of this was brought about by his own teachings.]

[Note 2: Those who are truly great will eventually be great themselves. Charman made himself great back then, and he still is. He just didn't realize that these two kinds of greatness are completely different. The cause he sowed, the effect he reaped, came full circle and landed back on his head.]

[Addendum: Charman then began his path of atonement. He returned to the secret organization he had once founded. You know what was prevalent there. Primarily, it was all about exchanging. And what was being exchanged? Naturally, women—married women. However… this time, Charman wasn't there for pleasure, but to infiltrate. To save countless families from destruction. He decided to dismantle the organization from within. This was his own path of atonement.]

Wayne looked at the panel and fell silent.

He never expected that Charman would change his ways.

He even went undercover.

It also needs to save countless families.

Wayne was surprised.

Could it be that the goddess really gave him guidance?

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on the envelope. He ran his fingers along the seal and pulled out the letter inside.

Charman's handwriting was crooked and messy.

Wayne read two lines and confirmed that the letter was indeed written by his own hand, and not by someone else.

"My dear friend Wayne, it's as if we're face to face. I, Charman, will never forget your life-saving grace. I've heard that the kingdom has issued a relocation order, and Frosttown is among those listed. News of your leadership in resisting the St. Hilde Mission has already spread in Aldrian. Well done."

Now that the relocation order has been issued, you will likely be leading a group through Audrien. I am old and do not know how many more years I have left. If you pass through, please be sure to stop by town for a chat. Also, the noble ladies of Audrien are very concerned about you and often come to the church to inquire about your well-being. If you were to return, they would certainly give you a warm welcome.

We look forward to your return.

—Your dearest friend, Charman.

After reading the letter, Wayne's lips twitched slightly.

The noble lady's concern?

She must be missing his water magic.

After those wealthy ladies tried it once, they became addicted, coming to the church every few days. One day a headache, the next a backache, the day after insomnia—the reasons were varied, but the purpose was the same:…

Wayne shook his head.

Get those thoughts out of your head.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and rearranged the information about the capital, the marquis, the relocation order, Audrian, and Charman in his mind.

He knew Charman all too well.

Always leave some room for maneuver when you speak.

Moreover, a drop of kindness deserves a spring in return.

The letter mentioned "catching up," "missing each other," and "looking forward," but given Charman's personality, it was definitely not just about drinking and chatting.

That old man always tries to kill two birds with one stone.

No, it kills three birds with one stone.

Reminiscing is one layer.

Sending intelligence is the second level.

As for the third floor...

Wayne didn't want to guess.

I'm too lazy to guess.

Anyway, once we got to Audrian, everything became clear.

He stuffed the envelope into his sleeve.

Just as Wayne was replying to Charman.

Then, footsteps echoed down the corridor.

more than one.

The door to Wayne's room was opened.

Emma and Ella have arrived, but Aya is also with them.

The three of them had wet hair.

They must have just taken a shower together.

The three people walked side by side and stood in front of Wayne.

Wayne's gaze lingered on Ella for a moment.

She seems to have grown a little taller.

It's not just a feeling, he really has grown taller.

She was more than half a head taller than Emma, ​​and had grown even taller since the last time he noticed. Standing in the candlelight, she looked slimmer and fuller, but only slightly, and that was fine.

Inexperienced.

This was the first word that came to Wayne's mind.

But that's not all. Beneath the unripe shell, something is sprouting out, like spring buds breaking through the frozen soil, revealing a hint of tender green.

If you had to describe Ella's current state with a fruit, Wayne thinks hawthorn would be the most fitting. Sweet and sour, not fully ripe, but already edible.

Take a bite, and the sourness comes first, followed by a subtle sweetness, hidden behind the sourness, appearing and disappearing. After eating it, your mouth will water, making you want to take another bite.

hawthorn.

Yes, it's hawthorn.

Ella seemed to notice his gaze; her ears turned slightly red, but she didn't look away. Instead, she straightened her back a little.

On the other side, Emma tilted her head back, chin held high, with a "look how awesome I am" expression on her face.

"Master, we took Aya to buy new clothes! Master, aren't we great?"

Wayne looked at the three people.

"Great! But... just the three of you went out?"