Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

In the central hall of the Beatrice royal palace, Angela was giving the magic circle a final check to ensure its accuracy.

The engraved plates on the floor, with their intricate and varied magical patterns, are completely incomprehensible to anyone who isn't an expert in this field. Perhaps this is why magic circles have gradually disappeared into the annals of history.

Nowadays, magic circles can only be seen in a handful of places, such as teleportation arrays connecting different kingdoms. Compared to magic cast by mages, the biggest advantage of these magic circles is that they operate automatically without the need for maintenance. But apart from that, nothing compares to magic cast by mages.

Not only is it difficult to learn, but it also lacks practical significance, so it will naturally be eliminated. The development of magic is also a process of progress, and the same is true for people.

"Pour the potion Audrey prepared into this corner," Angela instructed Anna.

Anna opened a black bottle and slowly poured the potion into a corner of the magic circle.

“There shouldn’t be any problems now, just one more ingredient is needed.” Angela admired her masterpiece. “By the way, Anna, you seem to have something you want to say.”

"Teacher, is it really necessary to do this?" Anna asked.

“I have to ask you that. Anna, I can’t escape Beatrice in this lifetime. Everything was destined when I was born. My mother, who died a thousand years ago, planned my path long ago. My ailing body cannot be separated from Beatrice.” Angela rarely spoke so much to Anna. “You are different. If you want to leave, you can do so anytime.”

Nothing is more agonizing than the inability to see hope.

Jealousy is something everyone experiences; without witnessing the light, one wouldn't so abhor the darkness. Perhaps it's precisely because one knows of such a bright new world beyond Beatrice that one feels cynical about the life one has now.

She is the creator of darkness, and also its victim, and now she wants to be its terminator.

“Teacher… I can’t leave now that you’ve said those words,” Anna said truthfully. “This is hell. Everyone has their place here, and no one can escape.”

Anna knew all too well how cruel Angela's methods were. Perhaps, the poison Angela had given her was lurking within her, ready to take effect and turn Anna to blood the moment she harbored any disloyal thoughts.

They are master and apprentice, or perhaps more like mother and daughter, but this is Beatrice. Angela is the high-ranking and ruthless executor, and she is just Angela's shadow.

All personal thoughts are superfluous.

"Have you ever hated me all these years? Say whatever you want," Angela said. "Anyway, I don't have many hours left to live. You're right, every Beatrice person has their own place in Beatrice."

“Resentment is the most useless emotion,” Anna replied. “Without you, I might have died long ago.”

"But you might still be better off without me. Look at that brat Slater, he survived."

"One cannot expect low-probability events. Especially not in hell..."

Angela said nothing more. Lies or truth, none of that mattered anymore. The experiment she had been longing for was finally nearing completion. Angela had thought she would be so excited she wouldn't be able to sleep, but now everything felt so empty and dull.

Looking back on her life, she realized it was all just part of a predetermined destiny, like a puppet moving about. Some say that it's puzzling that someone as intelligent as her would choose the nickname "The Fool," but perhaps it's just the self-deprecation of a wise person.

The truth is, Angela genuinely felt that she was the penniless idiot.

It would be better to have nothing in one's mind as well.

I've heard that the Fool card in the Tarot is the first sequence, symbolizing a beginning. The Flower Witch was also the first apprentice of the Fate Witch… so what about the world…? Is it hoping that everything can end because of her? Honestly, how can someone who's completely dead still have so many twisted quirks?

Angela sat silently in her wheelchair, savoring her final moments. What might a person think about before they die? Nothing at all…

I don’t know how long it took.

Sensing that someone else had entered the hall, Angela slowly opened her eyes: "Don't you have any more wishes? You can wander around some more."

“No need,” Qin replied. “Even now, you haven’t told me what I need to do.”

He understood the rift, but had no idea what he needed to do.

This feeling is not pleasant.

“You don’t need to know what to do. Because everything will be planned out,” Angela laughed. “After all, I don’t like variables in planning. Don’t worry, don’t worry, for you it might just be a dream, but whether this dream will end, I don’t know. Of course, I won’t see the outcome either.”

"For a scientist, it's incredibly frustrating when the results of painstaking research don't come in the end," Angela muttered to herself.

I guess I've said enough nonsense.

Angela pointed to the very center of the magic circle: "Go in."

"What if I change my mind now?"

"Probably not, that witch of fate has never made a mistake. But if you change your mind, we'll all die together, you wouldn't want that to happen, would you? In the end, this world would become a real hell."

If you can understand people's hearts, you'll need to do everything, and things will develop in the direction you desire.

In this respect, Angela surpassed the Flower Witch even further.

As if she had already scripted the entire story and was certain that everything would unfold exactly as she imagined, Angela responded to Qin's rebellious words with a half-smile, completely ignoring the subtle threat Qin was making.

Just as she expected, Qin walked to the very center of the magic circle.

Angela gazed wistfully at the dome of the ceiling, as if she had made up her mind, and slowly pulled out her wand: "Goodbye, this sad world."

She was ready for it.

Activating this magic circle consumes a massive amount of magical power, which condenses into a core and merges with the experimental subject, stimulating the subject's most primal destructive urges.

What would happen if the humanoid demon were completely liberated?

Angela desperately wanted to see her masterpiece, but unfortunately, giving it to her was itself part of the experiment. The medium, the catalyst, the reins. She would become the catalyst, witnessing the birth of this great experiment.

The magic power was drained from her body without end.

In just a few seconds, she transformed from a young girl into an old woman, then into a skeleton, and finally the skeleton turned to ash and vanished. Only a wheelchair remained in the arena.

The entire magic circle began to activate completely.

That schemer, politician, and experimenter who spent her entire life plotting and scheming has finally met her final judgment at this moment.

She was once known as the heart of Beatrice. Now, even her body cannot be found; she has turned to ash and blended into the air surrounding Beatrice. This fool has met her end.

Perhaps no one will ever remember that there was once such a remarkable witch, nor will anyone remember the evil deeds she committed, nor will they remember that everything she did was to prolong the life of this world.

None of that matters anymore.

The dead have shut their mouths.

Those who are alive will continue to live.