Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

The carriage swayed and staggered forward in the night.

After Emma said, "If they dare to come, I'll burn them," Wayne didn't immediately respond.

He frowned.

"The inland areas are completely incomparable to Frosttown."

Wayne's tone became serious.

"Emma, ​​you must remember, never reveal your witch identity. It's a very dangerous thing."

Hearing this, Ella realized the seriousness of the problem. She turned her head, looked at Emma who was still swinging her legs, and gently patted her arm.

"Did you hear me? Listen to your master carefully. Do you want to be burned at the stake? If you do, you'll never see your master again."

Emma pouted, her cheeks puffing out like a hamster stuffed with nuts: "Okay, sister, Emma will be good."

After saying that, she rested her chin on her knees and began to think deeply. Her legs stopped shaking, and she became quiet.

After a while, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes shining like two stars, and she spoke very quickly.

"By the way, Master. Aren't there magicians in this world? Can't my sister and I pretend to be elemental mages?"

Ella turned her head, her gaze falling on Wayne's face, her eyes filled with the same question. She didn't speak, but her expression conveyed the question.

Wayne explained, leaning against the side panel of the carriage.

"no."

Emma's smile froze for a moment.

Why?

"Magicians are different." Wayne's tone was calm, as if stating a physical law. "Magicians have the approval of the God of Magic, bear the mark of a mage, and are recognized by the continent. Witches are different; witches cannot gain the approval of the God of Magic, so they do not bear the mark of a mage."

He glanced at Emma.

"No mark, and you're a witch. The Church doesn't care what the nature of your magic is; they only care if you have a mark. If you don't, you're a heretic. It's that simple."

After listening to Wayne's explanation, Emma was completely deflated.

"Hmm... alright, Master."

Ella was silent for a moment before speaking.

"Master, what exactly is the difference between a witch and a magician?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but she asked very seriously.

Wayne thought for a moment and then said.

"Witches use primal magic. It's not absorbed from the outside world; it's innate in their bloodline, present from the day they're born. It doesn't need cultivation, meditation, or anyone's approval. It awakens naturally at a certain age and grows naturally."

"Magicians are different. Magicians use external magical elements, which they need to draw from the air, extract from magic cores, and obtain from potions. Without magical elements, they can't even conjure a fireball."

Emma didn't quite understand, but she grasped the key points.

"So witches are more powerful than magicians?"

Wayne was very patient.

"Not necessarily. This needs to be analyzed from multiple perspectives."

Emma tilted her head to look at him.

"Multiple aspects? Which aspects?"

Wayne didn't rush to answer.

He thought for a moment and then said.

"From one perspective, a well-developed witch often represents an extreme of a power. That is something that magicians cannot match."

Emma's eyes lit up.

"For example?"

"Take your sister, for example." Wayne glanced at Ella, "If her ice magic reaches a high level, she can freeze a small lake in three breaths. Ice mages of the same level can only freeze a small patch of water. The purity, density, and speed of her magic are on completely different levels."

Emma's mouth gaped open, and she turned to look at Ella, her eyes shining: "Sister, you're amazing!"

Ella's lips curved slightly, but she didn't reply.

Wayne continued.

"From multiple perspectives, mages are more well-rounded. Their magic comes from the outside world, and their elemental affinity determines how many resources they can mobilize. A fire mage can unleash combat power beyond their rank in places where ley lines are rich in fire element, and can also replenish their energy with magic cores in places where fire element is scarce. Their adaptability is much stronger than that of witches."

He paused for a moment.

"Moreover, the mage's cultivation system has been accumulated over thousands of years. From the first to the ninth rank, the breakthrough path, cultivation method, and combat skills for each rank have complete theoretical support and a large amount of practical verification. Witches don't have these. A witch's growth depends entirely on talent and luck. No one teaches them how to control magic, no one tells them how to break through bottlenecks, and no one helps them design combat plans. They can only explore on their own or support each other in the dark."

The carriage was silent for a moment.

Emma lowered her head and drew circles on her knee with her fingers.

"So witches are inferior to magicians?"

"It's not that they're inferior," Wayne's tone remained unchanged. "They're different. Everyone has their own expertise; it's not something that can be compared from a simple perspective."

He reached out and ruffled Emma's hair.

"Witches have their strengths, and so do mages. To have a witch compete with a mage in casting range is to bully her. To have a mage compete with a witch in magic burst is the same. Each has their own area of ​​expertise. There is no one who is stronger than the other, only who is more suitable."

Emma looked up.

"Master, are you a magician?"

Wayne's lips twitched slightly.

"I am a priest."

"Who is a priest?"

"The priest calculates... God's servants."

Emma thought for a moment and nodded.

"Oh. So, who's more powerful, the servant of God or the witch?"

Wayne looked at her.

"you guess."

Emma tilted her head and guessed three answers: "The witch is powerful? The priest is powerful? Equally powerful?"

Ella gently patted Emma on the head.

"Of course! It's definitely the master who's more powerful."

Emma covered the spot where she had been slapped and pouted.

"Sister, why are you taking pictures of me? I didn't say that Master isn't powerful. I just... I just want to hear Master say it himself."

Ella ignored her and looked out the car window.

When Emma saw that her sister was ignoring her, she turned her gaze to Vera.

"By the way, Master."

"Um."

"Is Vera a witch?"

Wayne opened his eyes and glanced at Vera.

"Her? She's not."

Emma frowned, looking incredulous.

"How could she not be? She cooks so well, she must be a witch."

Vera's lips curved into a smile, "Hmm...it seems Miss Emma has already discovered my secret identity."

Vera's voice carried a deliberately lowered air of mystery.

"That's right, I am actually a witch. A chef witch who has been hiding in Frost Town for many years, possessing extraordinary skills and capable of taking on a hundred enemies single-handedly."

Emma's eyes widened suddenly.

"Really?!"

"Really." Vera nodded, her expression as serious as could be. "So, Miss Emma, ​​you must keep this a secret for me."

Emma sprang up from her seat, nearly hitting her head on the carriage ceiling: "Of course! Sister Vera, you're the master's person, so you're mine. I'll protect your secret. Anyone who dares to betray you, I'll be the first to punish them."

Vera's lips curved into a smile, which deepened slightly. She reached out and gently patted Emma's head.

"Thank you, Miss Emma."

Ella, standing to the other side, sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

I wonder when my little sister will grow up.