Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Wayne didn't rush to express his opinion, but instead asked a question.

"Master, you've asked me to preside over the Black Order. Will this appointment be approved by the Cardinals?"

Cecil smiled, quite certain: "For any other position, there might be resistance. But the Black Order is different. That position has been vacant for almost three years, and no one wants to take it. Everyone knows it's a dead end; taking it won't yield any results and will only get you tainted. So as long as you're willing to take it, no one will compete with you. The old guard would rather you stay in that pile of scraps and not get in their way, so naturally they won't stop you."

After listening, Wayne stood up and bowed slightly to Cecil: "Since the teacher has made the arrangements, I have no objections."

Cecil nodded in satisfaction, then picked up a pre-prepared transfer order from the table and handed it to Wayne: "This is the official appointment order. I've already signed it and affixed the seal of the Cardinals. Starting tomorrow, you will be the new head of the Black Order."

Wayne did not answer, but simply gave Cecil another standard salute.

Cecil didn't try to stop him, waving his hand: "Go. Settle things down today, and starting tomorrow, you can do whatever you want with the Black Order."

When Wayne stepped out of the Cardinal's Chambers, the sun was already high in the sky. He glanced down at the rolled-up transfer order in his arms, but didn't feel too much pressure.

The Black Order.

It was a place everyone considered a dead end. But for him, it was the perfect starting point. An unnoticed, empty shell was just the right place to do things that couldn't be done in the open.

Whether it's settling those three witches, secretly investigating St. Hilde's infiltration network, or making arrangements that aren't easy to put on the table, it's all much more convenient than being in a key department that's under constant scrutiny.

Wayne sat in the carriage, preparing to close his eyes and rest, when he suddenly felt a part of his body disappear.

A warm sensation washed over me, as if something warm had touched me, and it felt slightly hot.

He was very familiar with this feeling.

The panel popped up at this point.

Emily, the Fourth-Order Witch

[Status: She set off from Cambrian, heading north, traversing two forests, a great river, and several villages, barely making her way to the capital by walking in the shadows and relying on the dry rations she carried. She knew you were staying at the Marquis's mansion, but she didn't barge in; instead, she chose to appear when you were out alone. She missed you, missed you terribly, longed for you with yearning, and couldn't wait any longer.]

[Note: Besides wanting to discuss the Goddess of Gratitude with you in depth, she has another mission: to assist you in rescuing the Witch Cult from the fallen capital.]

[Note 2: At this moment, she is eating milk in a corner where no one is watching. The ability to use shadows is indeed a good ability; I believe the goddess would also approve of it.]

[Also: Your first thought is Ella, but you quickly realize something's wrong. Even without checking the interface, you know who it could be. Because Ella isn't usually that mischievous or agile.]

The shadow ability lasted for eighteen minutes.

Eighteen minutes later, Emily sat down in the chair next to Wayne, her breathing still a little unsteady, but this wasn't a sign of overusing her abilities. After all, Emily was now a fourth-tier witch.

She straightened her skirt and tucked the stray hairs that had fallen across her face behind her ears, her movements still carrying a hint of unease and guilt.

Wayne turned his head to look at Emily.

"Why are you here?"

Emily accidentally revealed her true feelings.

"miss you."

Realizing she had let something slip, she quickly corrected herself.

"Well... I'm here to assist you in rescuing the members of the Witch Cult who have fallen the capital. Sister Christina said that my abilities are best suited for this task; I can move in the shadows and am not easily detected. In case of any accidents, I can also escape most easily, so she sent me here."

Seeing Emily's haughty expression, Wayne reached out and wiped the corner of her mouth.

"How can you be so careless even when eating? You're so careless in everything you do, aren't you afraid of something going wrong? You've really had a tough journey."

Emily's breath hitched, and her ears visibly flushed red.

"Um... it's not hard work."

After a while, Emily calmed down.

"Um... Mr. Wayne, Sister Christina sent me here to ask for your help. The Witch Cult in the capital is very trapped. We've tried several times ourselves, but haven't been able to find a breakthrough. If you're willing to help, the sisters still have hope. If you're not willing... we won't force you."

Wayne wasn't surprised to hear this. She explained her situation: "I happen to have taken in three witches, who are members of the Royal Capital Witch Cult. They've already signed contracts with me and are now my people. So, this rescue was just a side thing."

Emily paused, then blinked. "Why would you suddenly be so kind as to help the witches? After all, this is so dangerous."

Wayne explained to her, "I want to recruit the members of the Witch Cult in the capital as my subordinates. This will make things easier in the future. The capital is too murky; I need a force that doesn't belong to any faction and only obeys my orders. The Witch Cult is exactly the most suitable choice."

After listening, Emily nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "Why didn't you recruit the sisters from Frosttown as your subordinates?"

Wayne looked at her without any hesitation.

"Aren't you one of mine?"

Emily's breath hitched.

To Wayne's surprise, Emily immediately rushed over and hugged him tightly: "Wayne, you're the best! I knew you would help us! I... I will definitely repay you in the future!"

Wayne ruffled her hair.

"Alright, alright, I know you miss me. But don't be too quick to be moved. I need to think about the rescue plan for the Witch Cult in the capital more carefully."

Emily lifted her head from his embrace, sniffed, and nodded vigorously: "Yes! Whatever you say, I'll do!"

Wayne released his grip, sat back in his seat, and stared at the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, his tone calm.

"I'll officially take over the Black Order tomorrow, then I'll have the authority and authority to handle this matter. Since you've just arrived in the capital, come and settle in with me first!"

Emily nodded, then hesitated for a moment before lowering her voice to ask, "Um...where do I live? The Marquis's mansion...can I get in?"

"With me here, there will naturally be room for us to move in, and no one will object. I'm sure my sister Alice will be very happy too."