Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

After Elena closed the door, Fran, having no other choice, could only go down the stairs.

"How is it going?" Victorica asked, seeing that Fran seemed to be making progress.

"What else can I do? Honestly, I've grown up and I haven't learned a single basic principle." Fran pressed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. What kind of mess is this? It's really something.

"A single tree cannot make a boat," that should be an obvious truth. She's just a newcomer who's only been a witch for a few years, why doesn't she try to rely on her seniors? It's really strange of her; does she think she can succeed while we seniors are just a burden?

Fran was about to spout some profound truths when Elena slammed the door shut, shutting her out.

But at least it wasn't a complete loss; we now know that Elena isn't just wallowing in despair, which gives us a basic direction for what to do next.

She didn't want to be disturbed.

She thought this would hinder everyone—heroically believing herself to be the creator of heaven and earth, capable of solving all problems single-handedly. Well then, she would deliberately prevent them from having their way. She thought her magical skills were enough to fool no one.

Fran borrowed paper to write a letter.

She wasn't like Elena, who never needed to ask for help; having the means but not using them was the same as having none at all. She'd call for more help, and whatever the trouble, she'd get a few witches to handle it. If they couldn't handle it, then there simply weren't enough witches.

This letter is for Sheila. Since she's also Victorica's student, if her teacher's daughter is in trouble, who else will help? She's been in the Magical Union for so long; she should have connections. Adding her connections to the ones she's built up over the years, it should be enough.

After writing the letter with a flourish, Fran went to the branch of the Magic Integration Association in Roberta, left the letter, and left.

It won't be long before the letter reaches Sheila. Compared to traditional mail, sending a letter through the association's internal channels is much faster, but only if the sender and recipient are qualified to use this channel.

Her current task is to keep a close watch on Elena and see what she does next. If nothing unexpected happens, Elena will definitely take action secretly, but whether she can do it right under her nose is another question – see if her apprentice has the ability.

……

“Sayasan, there is a letter from your teacher. Please give it to her.”

After a busy day, Master Sha hadn't even had his dinner yet when he received a letter from a colleague.

Teacher Sheila's letter?

Saya looked at the letter thoughtfully. She wouldn't normally pay attention to letters, but the large signature "Fran" still drew her attention.

Speaking of which, her teacher and Fran were not on good terms, so it was quite rare to see Fran write to her. Moreover, the envelope was marked with the word "urgent," indicating that the information in this letter was very important.

Saya didn't dare to delay and went straight to Sheila's office to find her teacher, but unfortunately, she didn't seem to be there. If she remembered correctly, Sheila had mentioned that she might be meeting with some suppliers of magical materials in the next few days, and it was probably around this time. Oh well, what bad timing.

"Should we open it and take a look?" Saya muttered to herself.

This letter is important. It would be a good idea to open it myself and relay its contents to Sheila. But wouldn't that be a bad idea? What if I find out some secret? Would she and Fran and Sheila team up to hunt me down and kill me?

But it shouldn't be that serious. Real secrets wouldn't be transmitted via letters, since those are easily intercepted. So it must be important, but not so important that it can't be known by outsiders.

The clever Saya quickly figured out the key point and let her curiosity overcome her reason to open and read the letter.

She initially thought Fran wanted to borrow something from Sheila, but upon seeing the name Elena, she immediately felt uneasy.

Saya spent an hour reading the short letter, which was no more than a hundred words long. She didn't know how many times she read it, and she stood there frozen like a statue.

Elena is in trouble.

It was that guy Qin who caused all this trouble. I knew that damned bastard who was incompatible with me would cause trouble. I should have used magic to blow him up back then. Even if I couldn't beat him, I should have made him pay the price.

Saya's mind went blank, and her original plan to contact Sheila after reading the letter was immediately overturned by these random thoughts.

So much so that when Sheila returned to her office after her social engagement, Saya was still in a daze.

"I heard there's a letter for me. Hey, what are you doing?" Sheila, with a pipe in her mouth, looked at the seemingly deceased Saya with a hint of confusion. Once an urgent letter arrives at its destination, the recipient will receive a notification from the Magical Integration Association.

This is why she hurriedly ended the drinking party and returned to the association, but leaving without saying a word would be too impolite, so it took Sheila a lot of energy to get rid of those businessmen.

“Teacher Shira.” Saya handed over the letter.

"Did you read my letter?" Sheila was slightly annoyed. After all, anyone would be unhappy if their privacy was not respected, but seeing Saya looking so distraught, Sheila couldn't get too angry.

After quickly glancing at the letter, Sheila understood what had happened and immediately knew why Saya seemed so distraught.

"This is outrageous," Sheila grumbled, still puffing out smoke.

“Yes, this instrument is really outrageous,” Saya nodded.

“I mean, you’re really outrageous,” Sheila said.

"Huh? Me?"

“You’re so distracted over something so trivial, really,” Sheila replied. “With your behavior, I’m even thinking of taking back your title of witch.”

"Sorry……"

“I’ll handle this. Go out—next time, don’t look at any letters I send you without my permission. That’s all for now. Some things are not for someone your age to deal with.”

Saya walked out like a puppet, and seeing her like this, Sheila was furious. Being love-struck is terrifying, more terrifying than anything else.

Sheila looked at the letter from her senior, who usually clashed with her, and pondered a solution with a headache. After all, she was her teacher's daughter, and she should help if she needed to, but the senior didn't even specify what kind of help she wanted. How could she swallow her pride and ask the association members to help her with the task?

Ask them for help, but you don't even know what kind of help they can offer. No matter how good your relationship is, it's hard for them to pay attention to you. The witches in the association are all very busy.

After all, she and Victorique were master and apprentice, while the other witches were colleagues. The difference was too great. Of course, she would believe Fran's letter unconditionally, but what about the others... they would only cause her trouble.

What else can we do but try to contact them, and get in touch with as many as we can?