Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Wayne watched the carriage disappear around the street corner, then turned and followed Charman into the church.

Charman walked ahead, glancing back as he went, his tone filled with barely suppressed pleasure.

"I've kept the room you used to live in for you. The blankets have been changed, and the windows have been cleaned. While you were away, I've had it cleaned every few days, thinking that you could move in as soon as you came back."

Wayne followed behind him without refusing.

"Thank you for your help."

"What trouble? It's no trouble at all." Charman waved his hand. "You're my savior. It's nothing for me to save you a room."

As he spoke, he walked deeper into the corridor, stopped in front of a door, and pushed it open.

The room was indeed clean and tidy.

The bed was made neatly, the bedding was new, and there was a small, unidentified green plant on the windowsill. Sunlight streamed in from the window and fell on the pillow.

Charman stood at the doorway, not going in, but turning to the side and gesturing for Wayne to enter.

"How is it? Are you satisfied?"

Wayne stood at the doorway, glanced around, and nodded.

"Very good. Thank you."

"You don't need to be so polite with me."

Charman lowered his hand, his tone becoming slightly more subdued.

"By the way, please settle in and rest first. We'll talk again after you've rested."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the three girls.

"As for you ladies, you can stay in the next room. I've already had the room cleaned up."

Wayne closed the door and stood in the room for a moment.

The bed was clean, and the small green plant on the windowsill had sprouted new buds. Sunlight fell warmly on the edge of the pillow. The room wasn't big, but it was well-maintained.

He turned around, about to say something, when Emma had already pounced on the bed, rolled around in the new quilt, buried her face in it and took a deep breath, then turned over and looked at Wayne with bright eyes.

"Master! I want to sleep with you tonight!"

She spoke with an air of self-righteousness.

Ella stood to the side, silent for two seconds.

"Emma, ​​you can sleep with your master tonight."

Emma blinked.

"Why? Sis, aren't you coming along?"

"If we go together... the bed is a bit cramped."

Ella's gaze shifted slightly.

"This is Audrian, not a carriage on its way. It's fine to squeeze in the carriage, but once we get to the city, it's better to... sleep separately."

Emma sat up, tilted her head back, and asked seriously, "Then why don't the three of you sleep together? It's not like we've never slept together before."

Ella's ear tips turned slightly red.

She didn't respond, but simply shook her head.

"Next time...it's my turn next time."

"Okay then~_~"

Emma didn't press the matter. Her attention was quickly drawn to the small green plant on the windowsill, and she jumped out of bed to examine it to see if it was real or fake.

Ella's gaze swept across Wayne's face, then she said softly, "Well... I'll head over now."

"Um."

Ella went out and closed the door behind her.

Emma leaned against the windowsill, gently poked the leaves of the potted plant with her finger, and glanced back at Wayne: "Master, this one's real!"

"Um."

"Is it edible?"

"Don't put everything in your mouth."

"Oh……"

The panel popped up at this point.

[Ella's Current Psychological State]

[Status: When she said "It's my turn next time," my heart was pounding so fast I could hear it.]

[Note: She didn't actually feel the bed was cramped. She just felt that if three people were together, it would just be sleeping. But if it was just her and her owner, it would be more than just sleeping.]

[Note 2: She's already thinking about when the next one would be. In her mind, tomorrow would be ideal, but the day after tomorrow would also be acceptable.]

Half an hour later.

Wayne changed into clean clothes and appeared at the door of Charman's office.

He raised his hand and tapped twice.

"Please come in."

Wayne pushed open the door and went inside.

Charman was sitting behind his desk, holding a cup of hot tea. When he saw Wayne come in, he put down the cup and stood up.

Then he made a move to kneel down.

Wayne reacted quickly and caught him.

"What are you doing?"

"Lord Wayne, please don't stop me."

Charman's tone was solemn.

"You pulled me back from the brink of death. You left me medicine before you passed away, which allowed me to stand up. I, Charman, can never repay this kindness in my lifetime. You are like my second parents, so it is only right that I kneel before you."

He said that he was about to sink again.

Wayne didn't let go, and didn't make him kneel down.

"I appreciate your kindness. But you are older than me and a senior member of the Holy See. It is inappropriate for you to kneel before me."

Charman looked at Wayne for two seconds, and seeing his resolute attitude, he finally straightened up slowly and sighed.

"You...you're still the same as always."

He shook his head, but a smile remained on his face.

"Come, sit down."

Wayne sat down opposite him.

Charman took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then spoke.

"My lord, let me first tell you about Audrian's recent situation."

Wayne nodded.

"Please speak."

Charman leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice.

"The biggest thing is that the lord of Adrian has died."

Wayne's brow twitched slightly.

"Dead?"

"Yes." Charman nodded. "It happened last month. Apparently, an old injury flared up, and he didn't make it. With his passing, the city of Audrian fell into his wife's hands."

"Viscountess Naya?"

“Yes.” Charman nodded. “She’s now a widow and the de facto mistress of Audrian. This lady… is a shrewd woman. Within three days of the lord’s death, she took control of the city’s defenses and taxation, leaving no opportunity for anyone to interfere in the chaos.”

Wayne didn't interrupt, but listened quietly.

After explaining the situation in the city, Charman changed the subject, his tone becoming indignant.

"As for that bastard Kasa, don't worry, I've already hanged him."

Charman nodded, his tone carrying a hint of satisfaction, but after that satisfaction, a layer of unease surfaced.

"That bastard deserved to die. He colluded with the Vatican to harm you, and he'd been bullying people in Audrian for so many years. If you hadn't come, I might never have been able to touch him, even in my old age."

He paused.

"However... although I strangled him, I've also caused you some trouble."

Wayne picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"The trouble you're referring to, is it Dalton?"

Charman was stunned.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't close it for a long time.

"My lord... how did you know?"

Wayne put down his teacup and said calmly:

"The goddess told me."

Charman's expression froze for a moment, then he slowly nodded, a hint of awe in his eyes.

"I see... It was a revelation from the Goddess..."

He raised his face, his expression becoming even more serious.

"Since you already know, I'll just say it directly."

He leaned forward.

"Dalton Brooke, Casa's younger brother, is currently the assistant bishop of the Archbishop of Bellino. He was your classmate at the seminary, right?"

"Um."

"He's climbed the ranks quite a bit these past few years by selling his body," Charman's tone turned cold. "When news of his brother's hanging reached Bellino, he slammed his fist on the table at the parish meeting that very day, saying you were involved in it all. 'Sir, I did it all! He's trying to smear you!'"

Wayne wasn't in a hurry; he said calmly.

"A clown jumping around like that, nothing to fear."

He paused and looked at Charman.

"But what about my father? Do you have any news?"