Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Wayne's carriage met up with Thomason and his men in the south of the city.

The convoy traveled south along the official road.

Wilford also rejoined the migrants.

The man was brought back this morning by the brothel's staff on a cart. He was wrapped in a blanket, his face as white as a sheet, but at least he could still walk on his own. He was put in his own carriage, the curtain drawn, and a few weak coughs could be heard from inside from time to time.

Celine did not react to this.

She glanced at the carriage briefly, then looked away and continued tidying the clothes in her hands.

Sophie, on the other hand, was somewhat indignant.

"Mother, aren't you going to do anything about Father? He... he's done that... how come you're not angry at all?"

Celine didn't even look up, her tone indifferent.

"Why are you angry? He's still alive, isn't he?"

Sophie choked for a moment.

"But……"

"Sophie," Celine looked up at her daughter, "Your father has his way of living, and I have mine. It's his business how he wants to live; I won't stop him, and I can't be bothered to interfere."

Sophie opened her mouth, but ultimately swallowed her words.

Celine continued to fold clothes with her head down.

She really wasn't angry.

In fact, she was happy.

Wilford hadn't touched her for almost ten years. In those ten years, she had lived a peaceful and carefree life. She didn't have to deal with the marital intimacy she had never enjoyed, nor did she have to feign exhaustion at night to avoid certain physical contact that made her uncomfortable.

She wished Wilford could stay in this state forever.

It would be best to extend it for another ten years.

Never touch her again.

Wilford thought the same thing.

If there's any regret, Celine's only regret is that what Lady Hena created was ultimately just a dream.

Meanwhile, Hena did not go to stay at Audrien's church with Wayne these past two days.

She made up her own excuse, "I don't like the smell of the Vatican," and then stayed at the camp. Wayne didn't insist and let her be.

Hena has been busy these past two days as well.

She gained many followers in her dreams.

A large portion of them were members of that secret Minotaur cult. In the dream, they were completely subdued by her, and when they woke up, they felt as if they had had an incredibly realistic dream, unaware that they had surrendered their loyalty within the dream.

Hena's strength was thus restored to the late stage of the fourth tier.

After leaving Aldrian, the group headed south without encountering any further incidents. The traces of the demonic tide completely disappeared after passing Aldrian, and the fields along the official road returned to peace, with only a few farmers occasionally seen working in the fields.

The two-day journey went relatively smoothly.

At this point, the group had covered more than half the distance, and there was still about a day's journey left to reach Bellino.

Vera sat in the corner of the carriage, clutching a small bundle in her arms. It contained some trinkets she had bought in Audrian: a few pretty handkerchiefs, a small jar of honey, and a hat she had spent ages trying on in front of the mirror, her face beaming with satisfaction.

"Lord Wayne said that Bellino is many times bigger than Audrian..." She turned to Emma beside her, "I already think Audrian is big enough, but if Bellino is several times bigger than Audrian... what would that be like?"

Emma thought for a moment, then shook her head: "I've never been to Bellino, so I don't know. But it's definitely bigger than Audrien."

Vera opened her mouth after hearing this, her eyes filled with an expectation she couldn't quite explain.

On the other side, a count's mansion in Bellino.

Earl Layton stood in the center of the hall, his face ashen. Three captains of the guard knelt on the floor before him, none daring to look him in the eye.

This afternoon, his son was killed.

He was beheaded by an invisible man.

The head rolled to the ground, eyes still open, the expression frozen in that moment of utter vulnerability. By the time the guards discovered the body, the entire carpet was stained dark red with blood.

"check!"

The count's voice dropped to the lowest point.

"Find this man even if you have to dig three feet into the ground. I want him to die a horrible death."

The order spread throughout Bellino at top speed. The city garrison sealed off the four city gates, the Earl's private army came out in full force, and even a portion of the parish's guards were mobilized.

However, Marco did not stay in the city.

He had completed his revenge.

He had waited too long for that severed head.

With the combined effects of the invisibility potion and the blood-boosting potion, he struck decisively without any hesitation.

But the Earl's mansion reacted faster than he had anticipated.

Before he could escape from the drainage tunnel in the north of the city, a powerful surge of magical energy locked onto his location.

That was the aura of a fifth-tier cultivator, the chief retainer of the Earl's mansion, a true great mage.

Marco made a snap decision, abandoning the original evacuation route, and put on the second invisibility potion that Wayne had given him. He plunged into the dense forest north of the city and ran north at breakneck speed.

He dared not stop.

A fifth-tier archmage's pursuit range was enough to cover the entire forest area. He could feel that magical power like a needle hanging over the back of his head, which he could never shake off.

Marco ran wildly through the dense forest.

He didn't know how long he had been running; blood was seeping from the wound on his left shoulder with every breath, and his vision was beginning to blur. But he dared not stop.

The magical energy fluctuation behind him was like an invisible net, always hovering above his head. No matter which direction he turned, no matter what method he used to conceal his aura, that fluctuation never truly disappeared.

Then the voice came again.

"A lowly little mouse."

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly penetrated the entire forest area.

You will pay the price for the mistakes you have made.

"If you come out on your own initiative, I might give you a quick death."

"What if I catch you then..."

Marco neither answered nor stopped.

He gritted his teeth and continued running north. Tree branches scraped against the wounds on his face, and drops of blood dripped down his chin onto the ground, but he felt no pain at all.

Because he felt happy.

The image of the count's son falling replayed in his mind. The expression on the face as the head rolled to the ground, the astonishment in those eyes that hadn't even had time to close—at that moment, the pent-up anger that had been building up in his heart for years finally burst forth.

Worth it.

Even if I die here today, it will be worth it.

But Marco knew he couldn't die here.

Lord Wayne is in the north.

He ran all the way north.

Perhaps if he's lucky enough to run into Lord Wayne, he might have a chance to survive.

On the other side, Wayne's panel also appeared.

[Marco - Emergency Notice]

Status: Revenge complete, enemy slain.

[Pursuit: The Earl's chief retainer, a fifth-tier archmage, is relentlessly pursuing him. Marco, severely wounded, is fleeing north.]

[Distance: Approximately 30 li from current location.]