Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Marco ruffled Aya's hair and looked at Kaven.

"Let's go, let's practice our swordsmanship."

Aya raised her head and blinked twice.

"Teacher, where are we going to practice our swordsmanship?"

Marco stretched his remaining right arm, untied the longsword from his waist, held it in its sheath, and used it as a cane.

"There's a training ground at the Adventurers' Guild; let's go there to practice."

Aya turned her head and glanced at Wayne.

Wayne nodded in agreement.

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Aya walked up to Marco and looked up at him.

"Teacher, when will we be back?"

Marco looked down at her.

"I'll be back after practice."

Aya nodded.

Kaven looked at Marco, let out a long sigh of relief, and slumped his shoulders as if a burden had been lifted.

"Master, aren't you leaving?"

Marco looked at Kaven and remained silent for a moment.

"I'm not leaving for now."

"Master, about revenge..."

"Your Excellency is right," Marco said with a sigh. "In my current state, seeking revenge would be suicide, not revenge. I cannot do things that lead to my death."

He also pressed down on Calvin's head.

"Let's go practice our swordsmanship."

Unbeknownst to Marco, Kaven was secretly making a decision. He would train diligently, and once he was stronger than Marco, he would personally avenge him and make his master risk his life.

Emma jumped off the chair.

"Master, I want to go too!"

Wayne looked at her.

"Go if you want to."

Emma glanced at Ella.

"Sister, aren't you going?"

Ella sat in the chair, still holding the bowl of porridge in her hand. The porridge had gone cold, but she didn't drink it.

"I'm not going."

Emma tilted her head to look at her.

Why?

Ella placed the bowl of porridge on the table.

"I'm a little tired and want to rest for a bit."

Emma thought about it and realized that her sister hadn't been sleeping well these past few days. She tossed and turned every night, even getting up in the middle of the night to drink water, and sometimes sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, lost in thought.

"Then you should rest well, sister." Emma turned around, patted Aya's shoulder, and said, "Aya, let's go! Big Sister will go with you!"

Aya stumbled forward half a step after being slapped by Emma, ​​but regained her balance. She glanced at Ella, then at Wayne.

Wayne nodded to her.

Aya then followed Emma outside.

After the four people left, the front hall became quiet.

Vera was clearing away the dishes, the clatter of the plates and bowls sounding particularly crisp in the empty hall. She stacked the plates, wiped the table with a cloth, and carried the tray to the kitchen.

Wayne looked at Ella, who was in a daze, and said.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ella's fingers paused for a moment.

No, no.

"Why do you look a little pale?"

Ella looked up, met Wayne's gaze, then quickly looked away, her face flushing.

"Maybe... I didn't sleep well."

The panel popped up at this point.

[Ella - Current Status]

[Status: Absent-minded. Not physically tired, but mentally distracted. Her body is here, but her mind is elsewhere. Only one thought is on her mind: why didn't she go to Wayne's room last night as planned?]

[Reason: Emma. She had originally planned to go after Emma and Aya fell asleep. She had even planned her route: get out of bed, walk around Emma's blankets, open the door, cross the hallway, and knock on Wayne's door. Just five minutes, five minutes would be enough. But Emma, ​​tonight, seemed to have some energy, chattering incessantly. From her own position in the church to the changes in the seating arrangement after Aya arrived, from the height of Aya's pillow to what to eat for breakfast tomorrow. Ella waited and waited, until her eyes were almost closing, and Emma was still talking. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and closed her eyes.]

[Note 2: She's growing increasingly fond of you. This fondness is becoming harder and harder to suppress. She's tried to distract herself—reading, cleaning, cooking, playing with Emma—she's tried everything. Nothing works. No matter what she's doing, her mind automatically switches to you after a few minutes. She's even tried giving thanks to a goddess. It works, but only for a short while. After giving thanks, her mind is filled with your face. She's starting to wonder if the goddess is doing it on purpose.]

Wayne looked at her.

"Would you like me to treat you?"

Ella's fingers gripped the hem of her skirt tightly.

treatment.

She knew what the treatment was all about.

Dora had experienced it, Emily had experienced it, Tilulu had experienced it, all the women coming and going in the church had experienced it, she had seen how they looked when they came out of the consultation room.

She had always wanted to know what that feeling was like.

It's not out of curiosity.

She wanted to be closer to him.

Ella nodded.

"Yes, Master."

Wayne stood up and tilted his head slightly toward the corridor.

"let's go!"

On the way to the examination room.

The panel appeared.

[The Witch Cult - Current Status This Morning]

[Due to the lingering effects of Emily's shadow teleportation ability, some witches failed to appear at the breakfast table on time this morning. Lynette is still reeling from the shock. This virgin witch, who's been talking big for thirty years, has encountered a real priest; the result is obvious: her mobility is temporarily limited. It's a case of hurting the enemy a thousand, but also hurting herself eight hundred.]

[Note: Wendy was deeply grateful to Emily. She had been looking for an opportunity but hadn't found the right moment. Emily gave her that opportunity. Although the process was absurd, the result was exactly what she wanted.]

[Note 2: Tilulu and Dora were mostly used to it. But even though it was commonplace, they still found each visit novel. Ultimately, this was something the Goddess of Gratitude could not compare to.]

The door to the examination room was opened.

Ella stood at the door, not coming in.

Wayne turned his head to look at her.

"Come in."

Ella stepped across the threshold and stood by the examination bed. Her hands hung at her sides, her fingers slightly curled, unsure of what to do.

"Lie down."

Ella sat down on the edge of the bed, took off her shoes, and slowly lay down, her hair spread out on the pillow, her eyes staring at the ceiling.

Wayne bent down and placed his hands on her temples.

Ella's body trembled slightly.

"Don't be nervous. Relax."

Ella closed her eyes.

Wayne's fingers began to press on her temples.

His innate magic activated silently.

Ella's body began to feel slightly warm.

Not long after, her whole body started to feel hot.

Five minutes later.

The panel popped up.

[Ella's Treatment Results]

[Status: Tension has been relieved.]

[Note: She was lost in thought at this moment, and a chill ran down her spine. She finally understood why the examination room was the most frequently cleaned place. It really did need a thorough cleaning, mainly because the examination room was too damp and prone to breeding germs. In a sense, she was also a clean person.]

[Note 2: At this moment, she was staring at the ceiling of the examination room. She noticed something different. She sighed, "There are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding." She was quite curious about what kind of person could ascend to such heights. However, she had absolutely no idea that the person who ascended was actually a demon. And she had seen this demon before—Lilith.]

[P.S.: Lilith and the others have arrived in Kant.]

Wayne stood up from his chair.

"How are you feeling?"

Ella stared at the ceiling.

"That's good, Master."

"That's good."

Unexpectedly, Ella changed the subject.

"But... but Master, I'm still a little bored."

"Oh? Is it stuffy there?"

Ella sat up and pointed to her chest.

"here……"