Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

The moment I pushed open the hotel door.

A cool breeze blew over.

There weren't too many pedestrians on the street yet, and the vendors at the morning market were gradually setting up their stalls, with the aroma of baked bread and hot soup wafting through the air.

Aya followed Wayne for a short distance, her steps much lighter than usual.

Wayne glanced at her and called out to her.

"Aya."

Aya stopped and looked up.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Wayne stopped where he was and looked at her intently: "Aya, that's the nickname your brother Amu gave you when you were in Mosa Village, right?"

Aya nodded: "Yes, my brother said... Aya sounds like a bird chirping, it's nice."

Wayne didn't refute, but paused for a moment and said, "Aya is indeed a good name, easy for close people to say. But you will become a swordsman in the future, a swordsman whose name will be remembered by the entire continent. You can keep Aya as a nickname, but you need a more formal name, a name that others will pronounce with respect after you become famous."

Aya was stunned.

She had never thought about this question.

In her mind, "Aya" is her name. Everyone has called her that since she can remember. She never thought that one day she would need to change her name to a more meaningful one.

She looked at Wayne, a hint of confusion in her eyes: "Sir... what do you think I should be called?"

Wayne thought for a moment.

"We can keep the character 'Ya'. Your name is already Aya, and changing it would sound awkward. We'll use 'Ya' as the core of your name and add one more character before it."

He pondered for a few seconds: "You have a long road ahead of you. You will wield your sword, fight, and face many difficult moments. I hope your sword can soothe people's hearts like the morning mist, dispel evil in this era that is about to descend into chaos, and bring peace to the people."

Wayne looked into Aya's eyes and spoke slowly.

From now on, your name will be Anya.

Anya.

Aya repeated the name softly, then looked up at Wayne with sparkling eyes and nodded vigorously: "Yes! From today onwards, my name is Anya!"

Emma stood beside her and repeated it twice: "Anya...Anya...Master, this name is so beautiful! It sounds much more formal than Aya, but it doesn't lose the original charm!"

Anya was a little embarrassed by the compliments.

Seeing that the three little girls seemed quite happy, Wayne turned and continued walking forward: "Alright, we've chosen names, let's go. Let's take advantage of the morning when it's less crowded and explore Bellino properly."

The three little girls immediately followed.

Bellino’s morning market was much busier than Audrien’s. Stalls lined both sides of the street, selling scones, dried fruit, handmade jewelry, and secondhand books, their calls rising and falling in a cacophony of voices.

Emma stared, her eyes wide with amazement.

"Master, I want to eat that!"

Soon, the three little girls were each holding a cotton candy. Emma licked the butterfly-shaped cotton candy in her hand, turned back and waved it at Wayne: "Master! This is so delicious!"

Just as Wayne was about to answer, a voice came from his side and behind him, interrupting him.

"Are you Father Wayne?"

His tone carried a unique air of composure and laziness.

Wayne turned around.

A young man stood not far behind him. He wore a well-tailored dark green coat with silver buttons on the chest and a rapier that was more decorative than practical hanging at his waist.

[Ben Freddy - Biography]

[Identity: Eldest son of Freddy, Bishop of Bellino.]

[Background: A typical spoiled brat, relying on his father's status in Bellino to act with impunity in the city. He lacks real ability, but is adept at using his position and connections to obtain what he wants, whether it's resources or people.]

[Note: The person in front of you is not only a notorious playboy in Bellino, but also one of Dalton's secret lovers.]

[Note 2: He's also very interested in your appearance. Although Dulton has repeatedly warned him that you're not someone to mess with, he still decided to come and see you in person. In his mind, there's no one in this world he can't handle, only people he hasn't yet made his move on.]

[Additionally: He is very confident in his charm. He believes that no one can refuse him when he makes a move.]

Wayne stood there, looking at the smiling young man before him, and remained silent for two seconds before asking, "Who are you?"

Ben's smile faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He took half a step forward and extended his hand. "My name is Ben Freddy. Bishop Freddy is my father. I heard that Father Wayne was visiting Bellino and wanted to meet him. It's quite a coincidence that we've run into each other today."

Wayne didn't shake his hand, but looked him up and down with undisguised disdain in his eyes: "Oh, Bishop Freddy's son." He paused, then added in a flat tone, "I've heard of you."

Ben's smile remained on his face, but the hand he was holding in mid-air looked slightly awkward, and he reluctantly withdrew it.

Ben's smile was still on his face, but it had noticeably faded. He withdrew his hand, which had been hovering in mid-air, and took a half-step back, his gaze lingering on Wayne's face for two seconds: "Since Father Wayne recognizes me, he should also know my influence in Bellino. I mean no harm, I just want to have a cup of tea with you and make friends."

Wayne glanced at him and said in a flat tone, "We're not meant to be. You should go back."

Ben raised an eyebrow slightly. In all his years in Bellino, this was the first time he'd been rejected so bluntly. Whether it was a noblewoman or a monk, they'd generally greet him with a smile, or at least exchange a few polite words. He'd rarely encountered someone like Wayne, who wouldn't even bother to say a second word.

He didn't immediately react; instead, he took another half step forward, his tone carrying a half-smile: "Father Wayne, are you really going to refuse me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his henchmen immediately took a step forward, forming a semi-circular encirclement that blocked Wayne's path.

Upon seeing this, several vendors nearby quickly moved their goods a few steps to the side, lowering their heads and pretending to tidy up their merchandise, not daring to look any longer.

One of the henchmen, a man with a scar on his face, stepped forward, his chin slightly raised, his tone brimming with undisguised superiority: "Kid, our master invited you for tea; that's a sign of respect. You're just a little priest from the border; don't be ungrateful."

Another lackey immediately chimed in, "Exactly! In Bellino, there aren't many people who dare to speak to me like that."

There was also a follower standing to the side and behind him. His eyes swept back and forth across Wayne's face twice, and he added sarcastically, "He is quite handsome, but I wonder which big shot he is, that he has developed such arrogance."

A few of his henchmen let out a low chuckle.