Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.

Beatrice's magical technology experienced an explosive development in this era. Whether it was the renewed glory of Angela's puppet technology or the leaps forward in Slater's countless magical improvement experiments, everything seemed to be getting better to the Beatrice people.

Perhaps countless ambitious people dream of going out into the world to conquer it all, but under Beatrice's magical army, even the most stubborn resistance will be annihilated.

But the top echelons of Beatrice knew that this was also the worst of times.

The Sword of Damocles, which had been hanging precariously above Beatrice, was on the verge of falling at any moment, and if it did, the entire Beatrice would be doomed.

"Little Angela is dead." The blue-haired elf, who had been resting with her eyes closed, seemed to sense something. "It's a pity there aren't even any remains. I can't properly bury her."

But Audrey seemed to have known this day would come, and she found an Angela doll and put it into the small coffin she had prepared more than ten years in advance.

“You said you liked coffins made of ebony, saying that if you died in one, you wouldn’t be reincarnated into this world. Well then, so be it,” Audrey murmured to herself, scattering spider lilies over the peacefully closed doll. This was a tradition established since the founding of Beatrice, representing a tranquil death.

The moment Angela died, all the Angela dolls in Beatorice immediately went paralyzed.

If Angela hadn't had a backup plan, allowing Anna to step in and take over all aspects of Beatrice's life, Beatrice might have been paralyzed.

But this strange phenomenon immediately caused a sensation throughout Beatrice.

Soon after, Beatrice, the symbolic queen, issued an obituary for Angela's passing, offering a lengthy eulogy of over a thousand words to mourn the life of this great witch.

For a moment, the whole country was speechless.

Whether they were the faction that had been suppressed by Angela in the past, the faction that had sided with Angela, or the lower-class people who had no connection with Angela, they all remained silent.

too suddenly.

For decades, people have become accustomed to the changes this witch has brought to all aspects of life.

This witch, who led Beatrice to yet another peak with her iron-fisted methods, passed away just like that.

Those who hated Angela were at a loss. She was dead, and they heard that even her ashes couldn't be found. What could they do?

Those who depended on Angela began to feel lost. Beatrice's heart was gone; what should Beatrice do next?

The light that dispelled the clouds and pushed away the snow not long ago was said to be the magic of the Snow Woman, who was none other than the founder of Beatrice. After using that magic, the great man also passed away.

In other words, two of the four guards of Xuewei died at once.

Naturally, Snow Guardian Slater, a C-rank Snow Guardian, will become Beatrice's next "king," taking over every aspect of the kingdom.

Without the two Snow Guards, A and B, he would be a Grade A.

But at this moment, Slater sat quietly with his eyes closed in an old-fashioned chair. The rocking chair creaked and groaned, and the middle-aged man, covered in age spots, did not care at all about what was happening back home.

His countless children were all waiting for their father to rise to power and bring them wealth and benefits, but their father's attitude was like this, which is truly puzzling.

But they soon found out why.

After Angela's death, the Queen issued a ceremonial decree stating that Angela had left a will before her death, entrusting the important task of ruling the country to A-rank Snow Guard [Funeral Song] Audrey, who was of rank E.

"On what grounds?" In an instant, those politicians were in turmoil.

Audrey is far too low-key; she's practically invisible among the Snow Guards. For a thousand years, she's held onto the fifth position after the Upper Four Guards like an old turtle, refusing to budge, causing most people to forget this elf who was a contemporary of Beatrice.

In fact, Audrey had already lived for a thousand years before meeting Beatrice and becoming her student. She was already over two thousand years old. For elves, living another two thousand years would be the true beginning of old age.

The person who had been reluctant to relinquish power finally took it over.

“Father—Father—why is it that lazy blue-haired fellow who has the right to usurp your authority?” Some of Slater’s children could no longer hold back.

Just because of Angela's will?

It's funny. They might be afraid of a living Angela, but what's there to be afraid of in a dead Angela?

Driven by blatant self-interest, these children were urged to question Slater. Mainly, they couldn't believe their great father would allow such readily available power to be stolen by a lazy, unproductive elf.

If she were just a fifth-ranking official, basically no one would care, at least not Slater's children, as there was no conflict of interest. But now, this woman with no achievements, who does nothing but sleep all day, has become Beatrice's ruler.

Beatrice is not a place where connections matter. If Slater wanted to, with his prestige, it would be perfectly reasonable for him to take down this lazy elf and reclaim his rightful authority.

"Who allowed you to come in?" Slater slowly opened his cloudy eyes and asked hoarsely the unfilial descendant who had disturbed his peaceful sleep.

"Father..." Facing their elderly father, the lead child instinctively knelt down in fear.

“What right do you have to judge Beatrice’s affairs?” Slater asked. “Get out.”

"Yes, yes..." Those people scrambled away.

Slater looked at his children with some sadness. To be honest, he didn't even know who these people were. If he met someone on the street who wasn't his child and they called him "Dad," he would consider them his own child.

Anyway, with these people, the so-called kinship connection is dispensable.

But these insignificant people still filled Slater with a sense of shared sorrow, like a rabbit mourning the death of a fox. Beatrice was about to suffer misfortune, and these people were still so oblivious, ridiculously and pathetically fighting over it—and what good would it do even if they succeeded?

Thinking about how his dream was now right before his eyes, Slater closed his eyes again, overwhelmed with emotion.

He spent his whole life climbing upwards, and he finally reached the top.

But then they discovered that everything was about to fall apart.

How laughable and tragic it is that this castle in the air, built on nightmares and lies, collapsed just as he was about to reach the top. Such a hasty ending is truly absurd.

Audrey... would someone as lazy as her really take on such a responsibility? If she's unwilling, then I'll be the one doing this pathetic, foolish thing.