Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

When faced with Jayne's question, Wayne's answer was direct and calm: "He is the goddess's servant, and also my slave."

Before Jain could speak, Wayne continued, "Lord Jain, are you telling me all this because you intend to return Srian to me?"

Jayne was slightly startled.

How did he know? Could someone have leaked the information? That shouldn't be possible. Could it be a guess?

Jayne remained expressionless and simply chuckled.

"Bishop Wayne is joking."

Wayne ignored his pleasantries and said bluntly, "Lord City Lord, there's no need to test him anymore. Srian is indeed one of my men. I'm sure he's already told you that."

The smile on Jayne's face faded slightly, and his tone became serious: "How did the bishop obtain this information?"

"The goddess told me."

Jayne's expression clearly showed disbelief. This excuse was too perfunctory, so perfunctory that he couldn't even be bothered with the most basic pretense.

Seeing the disbelieving look on his face, Wayne calmly added, "Does Lord Jayne not believe in the existence of the goddess?"

Jayne was taken aback by his words.

As a nobleman under the Papacy, he couldn't very well say "I don't believe in Goddess" in front of a bishop; such words would do him no good if they got out.

He paused for a moment, then changed his perspective: "Since the goddess told you that Sriyan is with me, what else did she tell you?"

"Do you really want me to say it?"

"Please feel free to speak."

Wayne nodded: "The goddess also told me that, Lord Jayne, you have been acquiring things that don't belong to you."

Before Wayne could finish speaking, Jayne interrupted him.

"What is it if it doesn't belong to me?"

Wayne raised his eyes and slowly uttered two words.

"woman."

Jayne's first reaction was to question it.

"You're investigating me?!"

Wayne smiled and continued, "The goddess also told me the story of a baroness from fifteen years ago. Hearing this, does Lord Jayne still think I'm investigating you?"

Jayne's mind went blank.

Fifteen years ago.

That was his deepest, most secret, one that no one else would ever know. Even his sister Evelyn didn't know the full details of that past. This young bishop, who had never even crossed paths with him before today, had precisely uncovered that old story buried deep within his heart, a story he had never told anyone.

Jayne remained silent for a long time.

The subtle probing and defensiveness in his tone completely vanished, replaced by admiration tinged with complex emotions.

"...No wonder that old man Cecil said you were his most prized disciple. You really do have some skills."

Wayne didn't respond, quietly waiting for him to continue.

Jayne interlaced his fingers on his knees and leaned forward slightly. "Since you even know about what happened fifteen years ago, I won't beat around the bush with you. Srian is indeed in my hands. He's not dead, but he's not in good shape either. On the night the Earl of Layton's mansion was purged, he tried to protect the Earl's evacuation and was surrounded by the Dragonblood Knights. He fought desperately to break through, taking three blows. His left shoulder and back were cleaved open, two ribs were broken, and his right knee was pierced by an arrow. He's now lying in the city lord's medical room, unable to get out of bed."

Jayne paused for a moment.

"I originally planned to wait until he recovered before deciding what to do with him. After all, he's a fifth-tier archmage; it would be a waste to kill him, but I wouldn't feel comfortable keeping him around. Since he's your man, you can take him away."

Wayne nodded: "Thank you, Lord City Lord."

Wayne looked at Jayne and asked, "Lord Jayne, aren't you going to ask me what role I'm playing?"

Jayne didn't care: "Since Cecil has let you go back, I think you can play any role. Besides, you're much more interesting than your father."

Wayne chuckled. "If my father heard what you said, he'd probably be so angry he wouldn't be able to sleep for three days."

Jayne raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying.

Wayne stood up.

"Thank you for your help today, Lord City Lord."

Jayne waved his hand: "No need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank your teacher Cecil. He praised you to the skies in his letter. I didn't quite believe it at first, but after talking to him today, I think he was being conservative."

Wayne didn't continue with the pleasantries on the topic. He simply gave Jayne a slight bow, then turned and followed his adjutant toward the medical room.

The medical room is located on the east side of the backyard of the city lord's mansion.

When Wayne pushed open the door, a peculiar smell, a mixture of ointment, scabs, and damp fabric, hit him.

room

The room was small, with a narrow bed against the wall. Srian was leaning against the headboard, his upper body wrapped in bandages, and there was still a faint trace of blood seeping out from the edge of the bandages on the wound from his left shoulder to his back.

He saw Wayne push the door open and came in. He was stunned for a moment, then tried to sit up by supporting himself on the edge of the bed.

Wayne raised his hand to stop him.

"Lie down, you don't need to get up."

Srian froze in mid-air, finally lying back down, and asked in a complicated tone, "Master... why are you here?"

"I've come to take you away."

Srilian was silent for a moment, then said with shame, "Master... I've caused you trouble."

Wayne sat down in the chair beside his bed, his tone calm. "It's alright, it's not a big deal." He paused, then added, "Besides, loyalty is an excellent quality, and I'm glad you possess it. Although you're protecting the wrong people, at least it proves you're not the kind of person who changes sides with the wind."

Srilian raised his head, his lips moved, and in the end he only managed to utter, "...Thank you, Master."

Without saying anything more, Wayne took out three bottles of potions from his pocket and conjured a ball of water elemental. The water magic, combined with the applied potions, seeped layer by layer into Srian's wound.

The wounds that were still bleeding stopped bleeding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the skin and flesh at the edges began to shrink, revealing fresh flesh color.

Srilian's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed as he looked down at the huge wound on his shoulder that was rapidly healing, his eyes filled with disbelief.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the deepest wounds on his body had basically closed up, and the remaining shallower scratches were unlikely to leave even scars.

"Alright. Avoid strenuous exercise for three days. You should be able to recover your normal combat strength and spellcasting abilities in about a week." After saying this, Wayne screwed the stopper on the potion bottle and placed the remaining two bottles of potion on the bedside table. "Keep this half bottle; change the potion every three days."

Srilian looked down at his fingers, which had regained feeling, and was deeply moved: "Master...you not only saved my life, but also came all the way to heal my wounds...my life is yours from now on."

The lieutenant stood at the door, observing the entire process from beginning to end. He opened his mouth, his gaze sweeping back and forth over the empty potion bottle several times, his expression quite interesting.

He had served as an adjutant in the city lord's mansion for over a decade and had seen his fair share of healing mages and treatments. But to achieve this level of skill, so quickly and with such thorough results, was truly a first for him.

He took half a step forward and bowed to Vien with clasped hands: "Bishop Vien, I have a favor to ask. Could you sell some of your potions to the city lord's mansion? You can set the price, any amount is fine."

Wayne took out five bottles of high-level potions he usually used from his storage bag and handed them over casually: "These five bottles are for you."

"Your Excellency, this will not do!"

The adjutant extended his hand as he spoke.

"No, then forget it?" Wayne teased.

"Okay, okay, hehehe!"