Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Ella carried the tray into the examination room.

Wayne was standing by the bed packing his things.

"Owner."

"Um."

Ella placed the tray on the bedside table.

"Master, I've already spoken to Uncle Thomason, and he's gone to see Mayor Wilford."

Wayne took the cup and took a sip.

"understood."

[Ella - Current Status]

[Hena's treatment: No jealousy. Not pretending not to be jealous, but a genuine lack of jealousy from the bottom of her heart. She has her own set of standards, standards that have nothing to do with others, only with herself. She believes what she believes is the best, and that is the best. She doesn't need others to prove it, nor does she need to compare herself with others.]

[Note: She had heard a little about the cousin relationships among the nobility. She had seen similar scenes in picture books. She used to think those stories were made up, but now she realized that many of them were reflections of reality. However, she didn't care.]

[Note 2: You are still her favorite person. Your relationships with other people will not affect her feelings for you.]

Just then, Ella asked curiously.

"Master, are we really leaving now?"

Wayne nodded.

"The demonic horde is already on its way from the north. The first wave of demons will arrive around Frost Town before dawn. Then you won't be able to leave even if you want to."

He put the last porcelain bottle into the storage bag, tied the bag shut, and turned to look at her.

"Is everything packed?"

"It's all packed." Ella's fingers gently rubbed the edge of the tray. "My sister and I don't have much stuff, just a few changes of clothes, and... and a few books."

"What book?"

Ella's ears turned red.

"It's... the scriptures. And some introductory books on potions. Dora left them to me before she left."

Wayne did not press the matter.

Ella looked up and met his gaze.

"Master, we'll be alright, right?"

Wayne reached out and ruffled her hair.

"Yes."

Ella's lips curved into a smile.

"Um."

An hour later.

It was completely dark.

The main street of Frost Town was packed with people.

The main street stretched from the church entrance all the way to the town's edge, packed with hundreds of carriages, oxcarts, and wheelbarrows of all sizes. The carts were laden with bundled luggage, grain sacks, farm tools, and jars. Large furniture that couldn't fit was discarded. The elderly and children crammed onto the carts, while the men pushed them and herded the livestock.

The torchlight shone from one end of the street to the other, casting flickering light on everyone's faces as people stood by the carriages, whispering amongst themselves.

"I really have to go..."

"We have no choice but to leave; the demonic tide from the north is coming."

"I know. It's just... I can't bear to part with it."

"Who isn't? I've lived here for forty years, I could walk through every single alley with my eyes closed."

"Stop talking, stop talking, or I'll start crying."

"Why are you crying? Moving to Bellino will only make things better. The bishop said there will be land, work, and the children can go to school there."

"Luckily, we have Bishop Wayne in our town. If he hadn't wiped out the bandits beforehand, our meager possessions wouldn't have been enough to satisfy those bandits on the road."

"Your Excellency the Bishop is the messenger of the Goddess."

murmurs rose and fell among the crowd.

Wilford straightened his collar and stepped out from the crowd.

He took a deep breath.

"Fellow villagers of Frost Town."

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

"Today, we are leaving the home we have lived in for most of our lives! I, Wilford, have lived in Frosttown for forty-three years, from a little boy in open-crotch pants to a middle-aged man with almost bald hair. Most of my life has been here!"

His voice was a little hoarse.

"To be honest, I don't want to leave. I can't bear to. I can't bear to leave every alley, every shop, every brick, every tile in Frost Town. But I have no choice. The Millennium Purple Sun is coming, and the demonic tide from the north is already on its way. Before dawn, the first batch of demons will arrive at Frost Town's doorstep. If I don't leave, I'll just wait to die."

Erfu's voice echoed in the night sky.

"But the kingdom has not abandoned us! The province of Bellino has already designated resettlement points for us, one plot of land per family, distributed according to the number of people, so no one will be shortchanged. When we get there, there are ready-made houses to live in, ready-made wells to draw water from, and the land has been plowed in advance so we can start planting in the spring."

He paused.

"I know you're heartbroken. I'm heartbroken too. But life goes on. Frosttown is gone, but we can build a new home in Bellinor. As long as we're alive, we'll have a home."

Some people in the crowd started to cry.

Wilford's eyes also reddened, but he held back. He turned around and faced the direction of the church.

"Now, please let Bishop Wayne offer us a prayer before we depart."

Wayne walked down the steps from the church entrance.

"May the goddess protect every citizen of Frosttown. Wherever you go, wherever you are, the goddess's gaze will always be upon you. She sees your pain. She sees your tears. She sees your courage."

He paused for a moment.

"The journey from Frosttown to Bellinor is long. But the goddess will accompany you every step of the way. She will dispel the darkness, shield you from the wind and snow, and give you the strength to continue when you are most weary."

Wayne drew a holy symbol on his chest with his hand.

May the goddess protect us.

The crowd followed him in drawing the holy emblem, their movements uneven, but each person's fingers traced the same path on their chest.

The torchlight flickered in the night wind.

Diaz turned around from the front of the procession, facing the long convoy, raised his right hand above his head, and his voice boomed from his chest.

"Set off!"

The wheels started moving.

The first carriage to move was the lead one. The driver cracked his whip, the tip snapping sharply in the night air. The horse snorted, stamped its hooves on the stone pavement, and then set off. One carriage after another followed, their wheels rolling over the dirt road.

The group began to move forward in the darkness.

The carriage moved in the middle of the procession.

Emma lifted the carriage curtain and peeked out, her pale pink hair fluttering in the night breeze. She glanced around, then pulled her head back in, her eyes sparkling.

"Master, there are so many people outside!"

Wayne leaned against the side of the carriage, his eyes closed.

"Um."

Emma lifted the curtain again, this time leaning half her body out. Emma reached out and grabbed her belt, pulling her back.

"Sit still."

"I'll just take a look."

"I've watched it three times."

Emma stuck out her tongue, lowered the carriage curtain, sat back down next to Wayne, rested her hands on her knees, and swayed gently with the swaying of the carriage.

"Master, how long will it take us?"

"Four or five days."

"What will we eat on the way?"

"Vera has prepared dry rations."

Emma thought for a moment, then asked, "What if we encounter monsters on the way?"

Wayne opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Scared?"

"I'm not afraid." Emma puffed out her chest. "With my master here, I'm not afraid of anything. If they dare to come, I'll burn them to death."