Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Christina sighed.

"It's probably a complete loss of control caused by a witch's curse."

She looked at Wayne, her gaze more somber than usual.

"As you know, when a witch's curse turns the petals extremely dark, there are only two outcomes: death or loss of control."

Wayne listened with a slight sense of confusion.

"Even if it's a curse, it shouldn't cause everyone to lose control, right?"

Christina was also helpless: "I don't know anything else. Perhaps it's related to some kind of struggle."

She paused for a moment, then explained the reason.

"The main reason is that the witch cult is extremely loosely organized due to the suppression by the church. For example, the witch cult in Frost Town is just one of the witch organizations in the entire kingdom. There are dozens or even hundreds of branches like ours in the Kingdom of Wiggins. Everyone usually manages their own affairs and only communicates when something happens."

Christina continued sharing her news.

"It is said that those witches suddenly lost control in broad daylight, their magic went berserk, and they attacked people around them indiscriminately. By the time the Holy Knights of the Vatican arrived at the scene, more than a dozen people were dead and many more were injured."

Wayne seemed to be deep in thought.

"So the church is starting to tighten its control over witches?"

"It's not tightening," Christina said with a hint of bitterness. "It's suppression. Since yesterday, the Vatican has shut down three witch strongholds in the capital. The core members of the Order in the capital have been forced underground, and their communication channels have been cut off."

She paused.

"Our original plan to relocate to the capital is now completely scrapped."

Wayne looked at her.

"So you're planning to go to Kansas?"

"Yes." Christina nodded, her voice lower than before. "Kansas is not far from the capital and is a stronghold for many royal elect sects. The Papacy's influence there is weaker than in the capital, and the nobility's influence is also weaker. It's relatively safer for the religious order to go there. As for other places, the risks are much greater."

Wayne casually ate some grapes.

"So, what's the main reason you called me here?"

Christina looked up and met his gaze.

"Your water magic is incredibly effective at alleviating curses. Even potions created later in life have the same effect."

She paused for a moment.

"Although there's a slight downside..."

She stopped talking before she could even utter the word "effect".

Wayne looked at Christina, who seemed hesitant to speak, and asked curiously, "Vice...what?"

Christina quickly changed the subject.

"Ah...it's nothing! We just want to ask you for a favor. We want to purchase a large quantity of your potions, which is very important to our order."

The panel popped up at this point.

[Christina's Condition]

[Slightly awkward.]

[Addendum: What she was about to say was about the side effects of your potion. However, she ultimately stopped herself. If you pressed her for details, she would be embarrassed. After all, many people using your potion have strayed from their original purpose; they rarely use it for anything worthwhile.]

[The truth is: Your potion has absolutely no side effects. The formula is pure, the effects are gentle, and its suppression of witch curses is even better than direct Holy Light healing. This is because the effects are released slowly, unlike the intense impact of Holy Light healing.]

[Note: The so-called "side effects" are a psychological projection of the user's own mind. The potion merely slows down the rate at which the curse erodes, freeing their bodies from long-term repression. With their bodies relaxed, their minds begin to think about things they wouldn't normally think about. Of course, the above note is made up. After all, you always need to give yourself a way out.]

[Note 2: An unwritten rule has formed within the Witch Cult. Before each act of gratitude to the Goddess, everyone drinks your potion. Your potion is now known as—the Goddess's Potion. Why? Because after drinking it, they feel closer to the Goddess. As for why they feel closer to the Goddess, everyone has a different reason. But one thing is common: they are all too embarrassed to say it.]

Wayne looked at Christina.

"How many do you want?"

Christina said, "I'll take as many as you want. The price remains the same, one gold coin per bottle."

Wayne ate another grape.

"No problem. Tell me your schedule."

"The Order will depart ahead of schedule and leave Frosttown in three days." Christina tapped her fingers lightly on the table. "I'll have someone pick it up then."

"it is good."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Just then, Dora stood up. Her position wasn't in the front or the back, but rather in the middle.

She glanced at Wayne.

"Mr. Wayne, we would like to ask you for another favor."

Wayne leaned back in his chair.

"Tell me what kind of help you need?"

Dora said earnestly.

"Once you arrive in the capital, if you have the opportunity to contact the core members of the Witch Cult, please convey to them the complete whereabouts and situation of the Frost Town Witch Cult."

She paused.

"Once we arrive in Kansas, we will try to re-establish contact with the cult in the capital. But as you know, we are, after all, a branch of the Wiggins Kingdom, and we usually have very little contact with the core of the cult in the capital. Now that the witch in the capital has gone out of control, the Holy See will definitely tighten its control, making it even more difficult for us to restore our communication channels."

Her voice lowered.

"If... if something really goes wrong with the core of the Royal Capital Cult, we'll probably have to make other plans."

Wayne looked at Dora without hesitation.

"Okay, no problem."

Dora looked at Christina.

"Big sister, is there anything else?"

Christina's gaze swept across both sides of the long table.

No one spoke.

She stood up, placed her hands on the table, leaned slightly forward, and scanned everyone present from left to right.

"It seems everyone is on track. Everyone understands the relocation plan. We'll depart in three days. Go back and pack your things. Don't bring too much; travel light. You can buy more once you get to Kansas."

Christina straightened up.

"Let's call it a day."

The sounds of chairs being moved and footsteps mingled together. The witches stood up from their seats and walked out in twos and threes.

Wayne stood up and stretched.

"Then I'm going back to sleep too."

He turned his head to look at Lillian beside him.

"Um, where's Emily?"

Lillian looked around, her gaze sweeping across the hall, from the shadows in the corners to the corridor outside the door, and from the corridor to the bench by the window.

"Emily... I wonder where she went."

Dora walked over from the side, holding a half-flipped herbal medicine book in one hand and a charcoal pencil in the other, twirling the tip between her fingers.

"Mr. Wayne, why don't you stay here for the night?"

Wayne's back stiffened slightly.

He turned his head and glanced across the hall.

A small percentage of people were still there.

Some leaned against the wall, some sat on benches, and some stood by the window. Their gazes seemed casual, but Wayne could sense that their focus was on the same person.

That's right! Everyone was looking at him, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

isn't it?

Are they trying to kidnap someone?