Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Chapter 228 Separation is the Norm

The speaker was Emily.

Her voice was muffled.

"Wayne, I will definitely find you again, I promise."

Wayne reached out and ruffled her hair.

"it is good."

With Emily leading the way, the others followed one after another, coming forward to express their gratitude to Wayne.

Among them, Tilulu's face was the reddest, and her silver-white hair hung down from both sides of her shoulders, making her look even more beautiful.

"Mr. Wayne, thank you for these past few days..."

Dora also stepped forward, a little shy herself.

"Mr. Wayne, me too."

Lynette leaned against the doorframe at the entrance to the front hall.

"Your Excellency, thank you."

She spoke in a relaxed tone, and if you looked closely, you would notice that her ears were red.

The air was filled with the atmosphere of parting.

Wayne looked at them seriously.

"Thank you, Goddess, for leaving us with such wonderful memories. I believe that Goddess is also looking forward to our next meeting."

Seeing her witch and a priest being all lovey-dovey, Christina's lips twitched.

"How about you find another small room and have another heartfelt, grand farewell?"

Listening to Christina's complaints.

Everyone blushed and slowly dispersed.

Lillian stood still.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze darting back and forth between Wayne and the group of witches, her brows furrowing gently as if she were solving an arithmetic problem that she could never solve.

When did those people become so close to Mr. Wayne?

It's just clearing away a curse, right? Why hold on so tightly? Why look at me like that?

As for Lillian, she will also be leaving with the Order.

If it weren't for an accident that caused her to lose a piece of her memory, she might have joined this close-knit group. In short, everything was a cruel twist of fate for her.

Lillian thought about it for a while, but couldn't figure it out. She shook her head and temporarily put the question into a corner of her mind.

Then she remembered something else.

She looked at Wayne.

"By the way, Mr. Wayne."

"Um."

"If you're going to Audrian, please remember to tell my aunt not to worry, I'm safe."

Wayne nodded.

"it is good."

Lillian glanced at him again, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only curved the corners of her mouth into a smile.

"Well... I'm leaving too."

"Be careful on the road."

She took two steps, then stopped.

"By the way, Mr. Wayne."

"Um?"

"You are a good person."

Wayne's lips twitched slightly.

"I know."

Lillian chuckled, turned around, and walked away.

The group left the church.

The lobby quickly quieted down.

Wayne remained stunned for a long time.

Vera walked down the corridor carrying a tray with a glass of warm water on it. She went to Wayne's side, picked up the glass, and handed it to him.

"Sir, would you like some water?"

Wayne took the cup and took a sip.

"Vera."

"Um?"

"Why do people have to part ways?"

Vera thought for a moment.

"Probably so that we'll have something to tell when we meet next time."

Wayne nodded.

"Yes, you have a point."

Vera's lips curved into a smile.

"My lord, please don't overthink it. Those who are meant to leave can't be kept, and those who are meant to stay can't leave. Look, Emma and Ella are still here, aren't they? Aya is still here, isn't she? Marco is still here, isn't he? Caven is still here, isn't he? And me... I'm still here too, aren't I?"

Wayne looked at her.

"Of course you're here. Who's going to cook if you leave?"

Vera's smile froze for a moment, then turned from stiffness to helplessness, and from helplessness to a smile tinged with reproach.

"You're right, sir. If I leave, who will cook for you?"

She took the empty cup back and placed it on the tray.

"That's why I'm not leaving."

Wayne remained silent.

His gaze fell on the stained glass window. The goddess statue shimmered with golden light in the sunlight, her eyelids lowered, her lips slightly curved, as if she were smiling, or perhaps expressing sorrow.

Wayne stared at the portrait for a long time.

Then he stretched out his hand and drew a holy symbol on his chest.

May the goddess protect them.

Vera stood behind him and also drew a holy emblem.

May the goddess protect them.

The lights in the lobby gradually brightened.

The sound of horse-drawn carriage wheels rolling over the stone road came from outside the window, rumbling and gradually fading into the distance.

When the sun has fully risen.

Frost Town has become lively again.

The blacksmith's hammer clanged and clattered, and a vegetable vendor pushed his wheelbarrow out of the alley, set up his stall on the street, and shouted his wares.

Everything is the same as usual.

It's different from usual.

Emma was awakened by Vera's footsteps.

Vera walked down the corridor, her steps heavier than usual, pacing back and forth. The door wasn't closed properly, and her voice squeezed in through the crack, sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Emma rolled over, pulled the blanket over her head, and tried to sleep a little longer. But something was swirling in her mind, keeping her awake. She pulled the blanket off her face, stared at the ceiling for a couple of moments, and then suddenly sat up.

The blanket slipped down to her waist, her hair was disheveled and spread over her shoulders, her eyes were not fully open, but she was already awake.

"Sister." She nudged Ella, who was still asleep beside her. "Sister, wake up."

Ella rolled over, facing the wall, her voice muffled and hoarse from sleepiness.

"Um……"

"I heard Vera's footsteps," Emma said, her voice tinged with an unease she couldn't quite explain. "Her steps are heavy, heavier than usual. Has something happened?"

Ella didn't move.

"elder sister!"

Ella opened her eyes, stared at the wall for a couple of moments, then slowly turned over and sat up in bed. Her hair was even messier than Emma's, with a few strands of pale blue hair clinging to her cheeks, and the neckline of her pajamas was askew, revealing her undulating hair.

She rubbed her eyes and turned her head to look at Emma.

"What happened?"

"have no idea."

Emma continued.

"Sister, let's get up quickly, the sun's already high in the sky."

Meanwhile, Aya was fast asleep.

The two sisters quietly got out of bed.

The two sisters, who had just stepped outside, soon learned from Vera that Lillian had left with the Witch Cult.

The two sisters didn't believe it.

Without even washing his face, he ran to find Wayne.

"Master, Sister Lillian and the others...have they left?"

"Okay, I'm leaving."