Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

The rift was completely annihilated by the demonized harp.

Jean's overwhelming destructive urges drove her to wreak havoc within the rift. As her power reached its limit, the rift finally collapsed. Those once-powerful demons were utterly routed by Jean. Perhaps there were even more powerful beings within the rift who could punish Jean, but there wasn't enough time for them to emerge.

The rift was finally sealed, but the killing machine that Angela created was more terrifying than any demon.

There is always something that can subdue something else; how could a mediocre plan possibly achieve the power to break the predetermined trajectory of fate?

"Destroy everything."

After the rift was destroyed, Jean began to destroy everything around her. The original snowfield was tainted by her magic into a black, foul-smelling swamp, and the infection was spreading as the killing continued.

"What's going on?" Even though Elena and the others were quite far away, they still noticed the spreading black hell immediately.

"Is that... a harp?" As the harp drew closer, Elena almost failed to recognize the monster that was filled with malevolence.

"Avilia, is this what harp looks like?" Emnessia asked instinctively.

“Probably, maybe, probably, maybe, no,” Avilia said uncertainly.

They were supposed to be carrying out a rescue plan, but what's going on now? They had everything prepared – tunnel warfare, feint attacks, sacrifice tactics – and even Emnesia was supposed to be the bait. Now you're telling me the target they're supposed to rescue is charging straight at them, and it looks like they want to kill them.

This caused Aminia's already limited brain capacity to overheat.

"Let's fight!" Fran was the first to react.

No matter what, we must protect ourselves first.

Fran deployed a magical shield, but it immediately dissipated upon contact with the harp, without the harp even launching an attack. This was a witch's magical defense; it was the first time Fran had ever seen her defense so easily neutralized.

Sensing Qin's destructive aura, driven by the instinct for survival, everyone took precautions.

Some witches began to attack the harp, only to find that no matter how they attacked, the magic that was supposed to collapse the city walls had no effect even if it hit the harp.

Is that human being?

"Irena, what exactly is written in the journal?" Fran asked. "What happened to Qin?"

Elena was at a loss as well.

The reins... the reins... even the dead are still such riddle-makers. If I were still alive, I would definitely cut down all the riddle-makers in this world.

These witches weren't exactly seasoned veterans, and Jean's attacks reached the very front lines. One of the witches at the very front, brought by Sheila, was blasted away by Jean's punch; had the witch not temporarily cast a protective spell on herself, she would have been torn to pieces.

"Never mind." Elena tossed the scroll over directly. Angela, you stop him!

The note was smashed hard against the head of the zither, but it obviously had no effect.

Elena thought Angela might have some trick up her sleeve, so she threw the scroll out to see what would happen, but to her surprise, nothing came of it.

But Elena's approach wasn't entirely ineffective; she successfully drew Qin's attention to herself.

This scene is so similar... Was it the same scene back in that Kingdom of Items?

"Elena, watch out—" Saya screamed. She tried her best to stop Jean's attack on Elena, but she couldn't even get close to Jean. Instead, she was casually blown away by Jean's magic and fell into the ruins, her life hanging in the balance.

The other witches also tried to hinder Jean's attack, but to little avail.

How did I do it last time?

I remembered.

Last time, she was running away, making no move to resist until she was almost dead, letting fate decide her fate. If Qin hadn't kept herself clear-headed—how cowardly she was, always leaving her life and death to others.

Reins...

The moment Qin Fengmang arrived, Elena seemed to understand Angela's plan.

That devil really did make full use of everything she could.

Whether it was out of emotion or for personal gain, she used everything at her disposal to achieve this so-called plan.

“Jin, this time, let’s do it together.” Elena raised her wand, and something suddenly flashed before her eyes, memories that seemed to have appeared in her dreams.

She had already met the Witch of Fate several times.

“Destiny, World.” Elena murmured the awkward magic incantation, Beatrice, the magic of that witch of fate. Back then, this magic was activated because that witch of fate manipulated destiny to give her a tarot card, which served as the medium for its activation.

Now, Elena has truly mastered this magic.

Is this Beatrice's last resort?

The light magic that had blocked Cain's attack resurfaced, and the tarot cards of that world forcefully thwarted one of Jean's attacks.

I vaguely remember what that person, who called herself Ophelia but was actually Beatrice in the watchmaking village, said when I first met her.

"World, meaning achievement."

"It also represents an end; the reversed position indicates that the final outcome will not be very satisfactory."

"You're too kind—if I can't hold on, wouldn't that be a bit of a letdown?" Elena retorted, knowing she would end it all.

The harp's attacks will not stop; even the most powerful magic will find it difficult to extinguish such a destructive machine at this moment.

"Wake up, you damn bastard!" Elena mustered her courage and charged forward.

She endured Jean's destructive magic head-on, and also channeled the magic of her wand into Jean's body: "Tit for tat."

"Irena!" Fran, who was seriously injured, roared.

Crimson blood stained the white snowfield, and vibrant red spider lilies bloomed under the nourishment of the highly magical blood. Behind Elena, a sea of ​​flowers clearly formed, contrasting sharply with the lifeless black swamp behind Qin.

"How pathetic. Well then, let's meet on the other side." Elena could no longer hold on and collapsed, her eyelids closing heavily as she fell straight into Qin's arms.

The blooming sea of ​​red spider lilies swallowed everything around it.

Along with the ruins of Beatrice, it fell into eternal silence.

……

"Huh? And then what? What happened to the male and female protagonists in the end?" Noah complained, annoyed that the story ended abruptly.

What a dark fairy tale! Does it mean the loving couple all died in the end? But good stories always end in tragedy, right? The protagonists saved the world, only to be forgotten by it all. It's a truly heartbreaking story.

"And then? The male protagonist in the story was moved and seemed to have taken the right medicine and woke up. That's the ending of the story, a very cliché story, right?" Elena laughed.

“Yeah, how cliché,” Noah replied. “So, is it really true? Didn’t you say that Beatrice really exists in reality?”

"Guess. When you grow up, you can check it yourself." Elena closed the book. "Time for bed. This is the last story."

Elena extinguished the magic lamp and left the room.

She placed the final volume of the novel at the very top of her collection, along with the journal Angela had given her.

Along with these, there are also some spider lilies, which are replaced every few days.

If any friends want to see Elena's collection, Elena often brings them here, pointing with a touch of nostalgia to the top floor: "These are all stories about the red spider lily."

(The main text of the novel is finished. Hooray!)