Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Wayne remained calm after hearing Hena's words.

"oh."

Hena was taken aback.

"Oh?"

She took half a step forward and stared at Wayne's face.

"I told you, you might be a fragment of some god, and you just... said 'Oh'?"

Wayne shrugged.

"What else can I do? Should I kneel down, hug you, and cry my heart out? And then thank the goddess? Besides, I know best whether I am a fragment of a god."

In fact, Wayne didn't believe he was some kind of fragment of a god. He might have believed it to some extent if you said he was a fragment of the Great Fortune. After all, he had been transported there by the Great Fortune.

Hena looked at him for a while, then slowly nodded.

"You're right."

She paused for a moment, then changed her tone.

"However, even if you don't think that way, others won't. So the main reason I'm telling you all this is that you need to be more careful in the future."

Wayne raised an eyebrow and nodded.

"You make a good point."

Then, Hena's eyes began to wander.

She then got to the point.

"Since we're already here... why don't we stay a while?"

Wayne raised a finger and gently pointed at Hena.

"That makes sense!"

The assassin icon appeared on Keda Hena's panel.

[Hena - Current Status]

[Status: Outwardly shy, inwardly overjoyed.]

[Note: Last night, when she couldn't sleep, she kept thinking, "This time, I'm going to make this guy's legs go weak too."]

[Note 2: Within his dream realm, she can freely change form. She has prepared at least seven different appearances.]

[Note: The first form is the demon form.]

The dream space began to change under Hena's will.

The surrounding powdery mist churned and parted like a curtain to reveal a wide open space.

Hena took a step back.

Her figure began to change as she retreated.

She had grown a little taller, her figure evolving from a young girl's to a more mature silhouette. Her once shoulder-length black hair had grown longer, reaching her waist, with a hint of purple at the ends. The color of her pupils had changed from dark brown to a dark purple.

The most obvious change is on her back.

A pair of demonic wings unfolded from the shoulder blades, with a wingspan of about two meters. The skeleton was covered with a thin layer of dark purple wing membrane with fine black patterns along the edges.

She looked up at Wayne, a hint of provocation in her eyes.

"How is it? Not bad, right?"

Wayne looked him up and down and nodded.

"good."

Hena's lips curled up slightly.

Without saying much, Wayne took a step forward and put his arm around her waist.

Time passed, I don't know how much.

Hena's panel reappeared.

[Hena - Status Update]

[Status: She felt like a slime. Only one thought remained in her mind.]

[Note: Hello.]

Three days passed quickly.

Since Wayne smashed the peak fourth-tier demon scout to death with his cross, the team hasn't encountered any significant threats. The vanguard of the demonic tide was wiped out, and the main force, without receiving feedback from the scouts, bypassed this route.

Forget about monsters, we didn't even encounter a stray dog.

The group traveled south along the official road, traveling during the day, setting up camp at dusk, cooking over fires at night, and taking turns keeping watch. Everything was well-organized.

On the afternoon of the third day, the group encountered the kingdom's guide about forty miles north of Adrian.

It was a well-dressed, middle-aged, plump man riding a sturdy, short-legged horse, followed by about twenty lazy guards. He introduced himself as a special envoy of the kingdom, sent by the Queen to receive the relocation team from Frost Town.

Wayne met him and chatted for less than fifteen minutes before figuring out his background.

This guide was completely useless.

He didn't know the exact number of people in the migration group, how supplies would be arranged, whether Adrian had prepared a resettlement site, or even where Frosttown was. The only thing he knew for sure was how much compensation he would receive for this mission.

Wayne didn't expose him.

No need.

Officials who take kickbacks from official duties are as numerous as hairs on a cow in the kingdom's system; once one is exposed, another will appear. As long as he doesn't delay the procession's progress, let him be. The guide symbolically circled the front and back of the group, saying a few nice words like "Thank you for your hard work" and "Her Majesty the Queen is very concerned about you," before leading his men toward Audrien, saying he was "going to arrange reception matters."

Wayne knew he was rushing to Audrian's inn for drinks and meat.

The procession continued forward.

Meanwhile, during these three days...

Some other things also happened.

That means Sophie and Celine found out Hena's identity.

In the dream, Hena revealed to them that she was not human, but a demon, the one who had once possessed Sophie.

The mother and daughter were stunned.

But the fear only lasted a short time.

Because Hena then added, "I can grant your wishes."

Since then, the mother and daughter have never asked any questions about her "identity" again.

They became Hena's followers, even more devout than the most faithful members of the Church.

In return, Hena kept her promise, and the real Wayne began to appear in their dreams.

It's not a phantom.

He is the real Wayne.

At Hena's urging, Wayne agreed to her request.

Wayne's consciousness was drawn into Celine and Sophie's dream. It wasn't a projection, not an illusion, but his true self—fully conscious, clearly perceiving, and acting autonomously.

He appeared in Celine's dream when Celine was kneeling in a church praying.

She was wearing the simplest long dress from the Frosttown church, her hair neatly tied back, her hands clasped together, her head bowed, and her lips slightly parted.

Then she looked up and saw Wayne standing at the church entrance. She didn't ask if it was true.

She stood up and walked over.

Wayne did not refuse.

For Wayne, all of this was acceptable.

Since Celine has managed to do this, then letting things take their natural course is the best outcome for any story.

However, Wayne hadn't expected that Celine, who appeared quiet and virtuous, actually harbored a deep-seated liking for that kind of thing.

On the contrary, Sophie's dreams were more peaceful.

The scene is a hillside covered in wildflowers, the sun shining brightly, and a warm breeze caressing the face. Sophie, wearing a white dress she has never worn in reality, sits under a large tree, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

She saw Wayne come up the hillside.

The money has been spent.

She stood up and ran over, just like every young girl in the throes of first love who dreams of her sweetheart.

He lunged at Wayne.

Finally, there's rolling around on the grass.

……

Three days later, when Celine and Sophie saw Wayne again in the group, their eyes had completely changed.

It's no longer the kind of secretive peeping.

Rather, it's a tacit understanding.

Celine would lower her head slightly as he passed by, a smile playing on her lips, her gaze fixed on the tips of his boots. Sophie, on the other hand, would look at him openly and honestly, her eyes sparkling as if she were hiding a secret that belonged only to her.

Hena sat in the carriage, watching all this with a satisfied smile on her lips.

For her, this was more than just fulfilling a promise.

This is paving the way for the future.

She needs loyal followers. And the bond forged in this way is stronger than any covenant.

In a sense.

They successfully found the key to use Wayne.