Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Faced with Wayne's concern.

Ella shook her head.

"And Vera too. She took us there and helped Aya pick out two changes of clothes."

Wayne nodded.

Emma popped out from behind Ella, hands on her hips, a couple of water droplets from her hair landing on Wayne's hand. She didn't notice, still tilting her head back, waiting for praise.

Wayne reached out and ruffled her hair.

"Good."

Emma's lips curled into a smile.

Her gaze shifted from Wayne's face, circled the room, and then returned to Wayne's face.

"Master, we won't sleep with you tonight."

Wayne looked at her.

"What's wrong?"

"My sister and I will sleep with Aya." Emma's tone carried a sense of responsibility unique to an older sister. "Aya will be scared to sleep alone. We'll stay with her until she gets used to it."

Aya stood behind Emma, ​​looking a little shy. She glanced at Wayne, then quickly looked away.

Wayne smiled.

"Okay. Whatever makes you happy."

She glanced at Aya, then reached out and patted her shoulder lightly, but with a strong presence.

"Don't worry, with my sister and me here, no one will dare to bully you."

Aya nodded happily.

"Okay! Yes, Emma."

The panel popped up at this point.

[Emma's Actions Today]

[Status: Happy. Not because of new clothes, not because of delicious food, but because there's finally someone younger than her here. In church, she's always the youngest; everyone treats her like a child. Vera treats her like a child, her sister treats her like a child, even her master treats her like a child. She's resentful, but there's nothing she can do. But now there's Aya, not just younger in age, but younger in every other sense, like… well, never mind saying that, it'll get me struck by lightning.]

[Note: After Aya arrived, she was finally no longer the youngest. She could be an older sister, teach Aya how to do things, protect Aya, and act like an "experienced person" in front of Aya. This feeling pleased her greatly. Therefore, she wanted to show Aya through her actions: In this church, besides the master and her older sister, you can also listen to me.]

[Note 2: It was Ella who encouraged Emma to sleep with Aya. Ella only said two sentences: first, "Aya will be scared to sleep alone," and second, "Don't you want to be the older sister?" With just those two sentences, Emma was hooked. She didn't even consider why her sister hadn't brought it up herself, but instead made her. She just felt her sister was right; Aya needed someone to keep her company, and she, Emma, ​​was the perfect candidate. Ella stood by, arranging everything with just two sentences. A slight, deep smile curved her lips.]

[Note 3: Ella's plan is to come find you quietly after Emma and Aya have fallen asleep.]

Wayne stared at the panel without changing his expression.

He looked at Ella.

Ella felt a little guilty and looked away.

It’s over.

Did the master notice something?

That shouldn't be happening!

I've been discreet enough.

Could it be that the goddess reminded him?

Emma tilted her head to look at her.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

Ella's fingers loosened from the hem of her skirt.

"It's nothing."

"Then why is your face so red?"

"Um... I'm used to it."

"That's quite a strange habit."

To avoid arousing Wayne's suspicion, Ella quickly made an excuse: "Um, Master, we'll go back to our room now."

Hearing her sister's words, Emma grabbed Aya and started walking outside.

"Let's go, Aya, let's go."

Aya was being pulled by Emma's sleeve and led outside. When they reached the door, she glanced at Wayne.

Good night, Your Excellency.

Wayne smiled.

"Good night."

The three people left.

The footsteps faded into the distance down the corridor, interspersed with Emma's chattering voice.

"Aya, do you snore at night?"

"I won't fight."

"That's good. I won't hit her. My sister will."

"I won't fight."

"Go ahead and hit it. I heard it last time, hmm~ it was really loud."

"You misheard me."

"I don't."

"You have."

Listen to what Emma has to say.

Ella blushed furiously.

What a silly girl.

Why are you still awake so late?

At this moment, Ella was thankful that she had only given Emma a few basic lessons these past few days. As for the rest, Ella believed it would be better to let things develop naturally, so she didn't teach her much more.

As for what Emma said about snoring, well... never mind, the goddess won't be happy if I say too much.

The church corridor quieted down, and the flames of the wall lamps flickered in the wind, casting long and short shadows of the icons on the walls.

Wayne lay on the bed, the blanket pulled up to his chest.

He closed his eyes, but he wasn't asleep.

He wasn't waiting for Ella; he was thinking about something.

Just then, a familiar feeling welled up inside him. Wayne turned his head to look, and shadows silently spread across the wall.

It's no surprise that Emily has arrived.

However, there was another person following behind her.

It's Lillian.

Wayne thought to himself.

No way! Emily wouldn't have corrupted even that silly girl Lillian, would she?!

You should know that Wayne always categorized Lillian as being in the same category as Emma.

However, Wayne was overthinking it.

They came to take Wayne to the cult to discuss serious matters.

The two emerged from the shadows one after the other.

Wayne stood up and looked at them.

Emily blushed slightly.

"Sir."

"Um."

"Elder sister requests your presence at the religious organization; there is important matter to discuss."

"What do you want to say?"

Lillian stepped forward and spoke first.

"My elder sister said it concerns the relocation six months from now. The Order's stronghold in Frosttown is moving to Kansas. There are some things we need to discuss with you."

Wayne sat up in bed, grabbed his coat from the bedside table, put it on, buttoned it up, walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water, and took a sip.

"Now?"

"Now," Emily said.

Lillian added.

"My older sister said the matter was rather urgent."

"Let's go then!" Wayne said.

With Emily's Shadow Teleportation ability, the three of them passed through the darkness and stepped directly from the church corridor into the hall of the Witch Cult.

The shadows closed in beneath my feet.

Light poured in from all directions.

The lobby was crowded.

Almost all the members of the cult were present, sitting in twos and threes on benches and wooden stools. Some had their heads down, some leaned against the wall, and some stood by the window with their arms crossed. No one spoke; a suffocating silence hung in the air.

Led by Lillian, Wayne sat down in an empty chair at the long table meeting.

After he sat down, he looked at Christina.

"Lillian told me before that the Order planned to move to the capital. How come it suddenly changed to Kansas?"

Christina sat at the other end of the long table, her hands clasped on the surface. She did not answer immediately, but remained silent for a moment.

"The relocation order has been brought forward."

"I know."

"But you may not know that just three days ago, an incident occurred in the capital where witches collectively went out of control." Christina's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear. "Several nobles were killed or injured. The exact families involved haven't been fully reported yet, but it's certain that one of them was a marquis."

Wayne frowned slightly.

"Out of control? What's the reason?"