Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Isabella's face was full of eagerness.

Wayne glanced at her, but instead of immediately agreeing, he asked a question first.

"Your Highness, are you sure?"

Isabella's gaze did not waver.

"I'm sure."

She sat back down in her chair, clasped her hands on her knees, her posture upright and her tone calm.

"I came here today to see for myself what makes you so special. Professor Cecil praised you as a once-in-a-century genius, and those ladies described you as a god incarnate. I don't believe rumors; I only believe what I see with my own eyes."

Wayne nodded and was about to raise his hand.

Then, Isabella's chest moved.

A tiny head peeked out from her collar.

Next is the whole body.

It was an elf, a true elf. She was about the size of two thumbs held together, with golden hair and only three leaves on her body. Two thin, cicada-wing-like wings fluttered rapidly behind her, leaving a trail of shimmering light.

She hovered on Isabella's shoulder, arms crossed, her gaze sweeping over Wayne.

"Are you that priest?"

Wayne nodded.

"it's me."

The panel popped up at this point.

【Nake - Character Information】

Race: Elf (Wind and Wood dual attributes).

[Identity: Isabella's contracted spirit, her companion since childhood, a fifth-tier archmage.]

[Note: She grew up alongside Isabella. She approves of your appearance. For an elf who has lived for over three hundred years, this is extremely high praise. It is precisely because you are beautiful that she came out.]

[Note 2: Being unarmored allows elves to better perceive the flow of the elements, so elven clothing is generally... not a custom, but pragmatism.]

[Note: As an elf who has lived for over three hundred years, her greatest hobby is collecting anything beautiful—including people. To be precise, elves are generally lustful, especially vulnerable to attractive creatures. The succubus race originally evolved from fallen elves.]

[Also: She can shrink, and she can grow.]

Nako looked him up and down, then pursed her lips and said, "He's not bad looking, good enough to meet me."

Isabella coughed softly:

"Nako, mind your manners."

Nako snorted, not refuting, but her gaze returned to Wayne, and her tone became more formal.

"I want to try it first."

She was very direct.

"The princess's safety is my responsibility. I can't let the princess take the risk if there's anything wrong with your water magic. I'm here to inspect it before she tries it."

Wayne glanced at her.

"How do you want to try?"

"Do whatever you want, just treat me like she is."

Wayne didn't say anything more.

He raised his right hand and conjured a transparent water droplet, the surface of which shimmered with a faint golden luster.

Nako's eyes lit up instantly.

"This aura... such pure life force."

Her attitude changed abruptly. The scrutinizing "I'm here to check the goods" attitude from before faded away, replaced by an irrepressible excitement.

Without pausing, Wayne tapped his fingertips lightly.

The water droplets detached from his fingers and drifted toward Nako.

The moment the water droplets touched her skin, they seemed to come alive, spreading out and forming a uniform film that covered her entire body. Nako's pupils dilated sharply. The three leaves drifted down with the wind. To be precise, they fell with the flowing water.

Countless images began to flash through Nako's mind.

Those images were all of her previous expressions of gratitude to the Fairy Goddess. Those scenes she thought no one would ever know were now flashing through her mind like a revolving lantern.

Her voice was trembling.

"Wait...wait a minute..."

But the water magic had already entered her body, and what happened next couldn't be stopped so easily.

She fell from her suspended state onto the table.

She felt feverish and her consciousness began to fade.

Then she saw the light.

It was the figure of a woman, slender and elegant, her face blurred but making one feel incredibly close to her.

Nako was in a daze.

"...Goddess-sama..."

She reached out to touch the light.

But her hand stopped in mid-air.

At this moment, the life force within her body reached a critical point and overflowed from her body.

then.

Nako's body jolted violently, and the life force representing recovery and vitality surged forth.

Isabella on the other side was completely stunned.

She suddenly stood up.

"What did you do to Nako?!"

Her tone was filled with anger and vigilance.

"Your Highness... I'm alright."

Nako waved to Isabella.

Isabella froze.

"Are...are you sure?"

"Sure."

Nako's panel then appeared.

[Nakor - Status Update]

[The Elf Goddess's gaze: She might have truly seen it. Or it might just be a hallucination caused by the extreme purification of her life force. But whatever the truth, all her memories and feelings from those few minutes were witnessed by some being.]

[Note: If that was indeed the elven goddess, then she had a very fruitful day. She witnessed firsthand the complete process of her people going from arrogant to utterly defeated in front of a human man.]

[Note 2: Elves rarely have the concept of shame, but Nako now does. Her mind is in turmoil. She's wondering, which part did the goddess see? Was it the whole thing, or just the ending?]

[Note: Nako was secretly relieved that it was water magic; if it had been some other kind of magic, she would have been in a very awkward situation.]

Nako sat on the table, her hands resting on either side of her knees, her wings drooping limply behind her, looking as if she had just been soaked in water.

Isabella bent down, leaned closer to her, and asked with concern, "Master Nako, are you really alright?"

"I'm fine."

Nako's voice was a little steadyer than before. She raised her head, her gaze lingered on Wayne's face for a moment, and then quickly looked away.

"...Your magic is indeed quite something."

She spoke with great restraint.

Wayne simply nodded and withdrew his hand. "In that case, Your Highness, would you like to try again?"

Isabella's throat moved.

She had known Nako for over twenty years, and ever since she could remember, Nako had always had that nonchalant, "even if the sky falls, it has nothing to do with me" attitude. She had never seen Nako like this before.

She remained silent for a long while, then swallowed back what she was about to say.

"...Well, I'll try again next time."

She spoke without much confidence.

Nako slumped over the table, weakly raising her hand as if to smooth things over for the princess: "Your Highness is right... Today... today's timing isn't good... Let's try another day..."

Wayne nodded, not pressuring him.

"That's fine. Divine gifts do indeed depend on fate. If the time isn't right, forcing it is not a good thing."