Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Celia's expression changed instantly.

She slammed her teacup on the table with a thud, spilling tea all over the surface, but she didn't care. The two maids were startled, wondering why their mistress had suddenly lost her composure.

"Could he actually know something?"

At this moment, Celia felt nervous.

Summoning demons, especially dealing with beings from the abyss, is a grave crime in any city of the kingdom. Let alone her being the legitimate daughter, even if she were the city lord herself, she would be taken away by the church immediately if discovered. This isn't just a reprimand or confinement; it's a death sentence at the stake.

"You two," Celia suddenly turned to the two maids, "step back. No one is to approach the pavilion without my permission."

The two maids exchanged glances, but seeing their mistress's expression, they dared not ask a single question and quickly retreated from the back garden.

Only three people remained in the pavilion.

Celia stood up and looked down at Wayne, but her previous arrogance had vanished.

"...How did you know?"

How I know is not important; what is important is that you hit my maid.

He gently pulled Reka out from behind him.

Apologize to her.

At that moment, Celia looked as if she had swallowed a fly.

Why should the legitimate daughter of the city lord apologize to a servant?

This is even more painful than slapping her in the face.

But Wayne's expression never changed from beginning to end; she could tell that her younger brother wasn't discussing things with her.

"Could he be lying to me?" Celia wondered to herself.

However, Celia's expression towards Wayne suddenly changed.

She narrowed her eyes, then suddenly slammed her hand on the table and stood up.

"You're bluffing me!"

Wayne lowered his head and smiled helplessly.

"My foolish third sister, do you really want me to say that word?" Wayne's lips moved as she spoke, the word 'demon' was obvious to anyone with a discerning eye.

Celia's forehead was beaded with sweat.

She finally lowered her head.

"Reka... I'm sorry."

What happened today was my fault.

I shouldn't have hit you.

Reika stood there, stunned.

She hadn't quite grasped the situation yet.

Is the third young lady apologizing? To her?

She had been a maid in this household for three years and had been slapped countless times. This was the first time someone had apologized to her, and the person who apologized was none other than the Third Miss.

"Young Master...this..."

"Sister Reika, it's enough that you heard me."

He looked at Celia again, his innocent smile returning to his face.

"Third Sister, thank you for today. I'll come find you for tea another time."

After saying that, he turned around and pulled Reika out. After taking two steps, he stopped and turned back to add a sentence, as if he remembered something.

"By the way, Third Sister, that summoning skill is pretty good. Practice it more, and maybe one day you'll be able to summon the real thing."

After Wayne left, Celia slumped back into her chair.

She was completely heartbroken.

Unexpectedly, Wayne actually discovered his secret.

After Reka came out of the pavilion.

Her mood had clearly improved a lot.

Stepping out of the back garden, he was greeted by the large courtyard of the mansion. To the left was a corridor leading to the front hall, to the right was an open space for martial arts practice, and further ahead were the kitchen and servants' quarters. The layout of this city lord's mansion was larger than he had imagined; the path he was on had four or five forks.

The information on the panel described him as "the eighth son of the city lord, an unimportant nobody." This identity had one advantage: low profile, so no one would deliberately keep an eye on him.

But there was a downside: he knew almost nothing about the layout and connections of the mansion. Apart from Reka, he didn't even know how many siblings he had or which building they lived in.

We need to understand the environment thoroughly first.

Wayne said to Reika beside him.

"Sister Reika, come for a walk with me."

"Eh? Young Master, aren't you going back?"

Wayne shook his head.

"It's been too long since I've been active, so I'll take this opportunity to stretch my body."

The two walked slowly along the corridor. As he walked, Wayne scanned the surroundings with his panel. When they passed the training ground, information about several guards popped up on the panel; they were all ordinary second or third-tier warriors, nothing special. Smoke drifted from the direction of the kitchen, where several servants were carrying vegetables. When they saw Wayne approaching, they merely gave a perfunctory bow without even a greeting.

This feeling of being "unimportant" is quite obvious.

Wayne mentally estimated the possible locations of his teammates. In such a large mansion, if Emily were also here, the water elementals should have a faint response to her presence. But after walking most of the courtyard, he sensed nothing.

It seems that Emily is not in this mansion; she has most likely been assigned to another part of the city.

As he walked, Wayne suddenly stopped.

Reika stopped and was about to ask what was wrong when Wayne reached out and pressed her shoulder, signaling her to be quiet.

Ahead was the most secluded corner of the mansion, a semi-abandoned storage room. The door wasn't closed properly, and the sounds coming from inside could be clearly heard.

The city lord, who is also his current adoptive father, is kneeling on the ground shirtless.

He had a ball in his mouth and crawled forward on all fours, with an iron chain attached to the collar around his neck, the other end of which was held in the hand of the city lord's wife.

The city lord's wife sat in the only chair, legs crossed, her expression indifferent. She would tug at the chain in her hand every now and then, forcing the city lord to obediently adjust his position, his knees scraping against the rough stone floor, leaving red marks.

"Climb faster," said the city lord's wife.

The city lord immediately sped up.

Only one thought flashed through Wayne's mind.

Another thunderous, oh my god, big daddy.

Reika's face was completely red. She froze on the spot, her fingers gripping Wayne's sleeve tightly, holding her breath. As a nineteen-year-old girl, she probably never dreamed she would witness such a scene.

Wayne pulled her back a step.

Just then, the panel appeared.

[City Lord - Character Information]

[Identity: Lord of Cam City, Renn. Your adoptive father, or rather, someone forcibly placed into this role by the rules. His true origin is a young man from 200 years in the future, trapped in this city for ten years.]

[Current Status: Semi-sleeper. Awakens periodically at specific intervals, then falls back into a deep sleep due to memory lapses, in a continuous cycle.]

[Note: He is a product of Agatha Christie's successful training. He says no, but his body says otherwise.]

[Note: The ratio of inbound to outbound time is 1:100]

[Lady of the City Lord - Character Information]

[Identity: Agatha Christie, the Witch]

[Current Status: Semi-asleep.]

[Note: She is Lillian's missing great-aunt.]

[Note 2: She didn't have many complicated thoughts; she just wanted to get a dog.]

[P.S.: She's quite satisfied with her current "dog-walking" life; this is the time she looks forward to most each day. If you hadn't stumbled upon this, she would have continued to maintain the dignified persona of the city lord's wife, but now...]