Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

"Is this the material that the Goddess requested? Thank you so much, Miss Witch, for bringing it." The official who received Elaina was exceptionally enthusiastic upon seeing her.

Upon learning that Elena was a witch, his enthusiasm was almost overflowing.

Have the people here never seen a witch before? That shouldn't be the case.

After all, in a country with such advanced magic technology, the number of witches must be considerable.

"Is there anything the witch needs that we can do to show her hospitality?" the official asked.

Since you've put it that way, then I'll have to explain further. Elena coughed twice: "There are needs... for example... exemption..."

Failed bread...

"Free of charge? No problem, it's only right. The kingdom will cover all of Miss Witch's expenses in the Land of Death, Sperado."

Ok?

Uh-huh!???

Really? Elena pinched her cheek. "I was just kidding. I just wanted free bread."

This place shouldn't be called the Sperado of Death; I'll call it the Sperado of Paradise.

"Is there any price to pay?" Elena asked seriously.

She wasn't a naive and innocent fool. Everything given comes with an implicit price. Elena certainly enjoyed the feeling of getting something for nothing, but she wasn't an inexperienced idiot.

"A price? Haha... No, our greatest wish is for Miss Witch to have a pleasant trip." The official chuckled. "If possible, please stay a few more days."

Really?

Irene looked at the somewhat overweight official with suspicion, but his serious demeanor made her look away.

Well—anyway, if you're going to seduce someone, you might as well.

Ugh, that sounds weird. But what's wrong with taking money that's practically handed to you?

By the time Elena stepped out of the council chamber, the sky had completely darkened. Only a faint sliver of yellow light remained in the distance, struggling desperately as if unwilling to be swallowed by the black ocean.

But it was no use; as the bells of the central clock tower rang, that touch of yellow was easily erased.

Then the streetlights came on, and the entire Sperado of Death descended into darkness. Strangely, the streets were almost deserted, and those who were walking on them mostly hurried along, as if they were up to no good.

Never mind, let's eat first.

Qin, of course, doesn't need to eat, but Elena is a normal person.

After buying bread at a shop, she began to wander around and observe the kingdom. Incidentally, the bill was, of course, paid to the government.

The decorations and furnishings of the house were quite ordinary, at least in the nearby kingdoms as well. Magic lamps were not exactly a specialty of any kingdom; they were everywhere in Roberta.

Irene couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Could it be that this kingdom is actually... very simple?

If she doesn't write anything interesting, she won't know what to write in her diary.

But then Elena discovered that everyone on the surrounding streets had disappeared. If it weren't for Qin following her, there would have been no one around at all.

“There’s something a little odd about this.” Elena took a bite of her bread. “Jin.”

"What?" Qin asked slowly.

"Just checking if you're there... It's kind of scary that you haven't said anything." Elena took another bite of her bread. It tasted pretty good; she'd give it a thumbs up.

"I'll take it as a joke," Qin said.

"Just kidding, right?" Elena quickly ended today's battle with dinner, utterly defeating the bread army.

The atmosphere was rather strange, so it would be a lie to say she wasn't afraid at all. But as a witch, with magic at her side, there was nothing to fear.

Why is there no one on such a deserted street...?

Don't people here have a nightlife? And at least it's barely nighttime. Elena hadn't figured this out yet.

But there must be a reason for such an unusual event.

Elena stopped wandering the streets and started looking for a suitable hotel to stay in. Of course, she wanted to stay in the most luxurious hotel, since she wasn't paying for it herself.

"Speaking of Qin, with your perception, can you detect anything strange nearby?" Elena suddenly asked.

She was fully aware of Qin's extraordinary perception.

There was clearly no sign of magic.

“Of course you can. For example, there’s a child right in front of you right now, and oh, you bumped into him,” Qin said casually.

"Haha, you're not kidding, are you?" Elena said.

"No."

"Hmm, this joke isn't funny."

"No kidding."

Hmm… Elena stared blankly at the scene before her. Nobody was there? Was Jean implying something? Had she bumped into a ghost? In a physical sense?

"You're not going to tell me next that this area is full of ghosts like these?" Elena said.

"Yes, very smart." Qin nodded.

"Why did you tell me that?" Elena was on the verge of tears. "I was wondering why this street was a bit eerie. So it's a ghostly spree here?" Afraid of ghosts? Of course, you're instinctively afraid of dirty things.

After all, many ghost stories are about how wronged ghosts seek revenge on their enemies.

In the end, that enemy will die with blood streaming from all seven orifices, his eyes wide open in disbelief.

But if you haven't done anything wrong during the day, you have nothing to fear at night. I, Elena, the Gray Witch, the embodiment of justice, the champion of integrity, and the angel of kindness—what do I have to fear?

I sometimes do fortune telling and get some extra money for it.

“You asked that yourself,” Qin said. “But these children don’t seem hostile. In fact, they can’t get close to us.”

“How did you see that?” Elena asked.

"By relying on your eyes."

Elena rubbed her forehead. My God, is that what I'm asking?

Why are my eyes not working properly?

“Because…” Qin paused, “I have undergone modification.”

Renovation?

This may also explain his incredible physical recovery ability.

Perhaps it's also related to why he possesses demonic magic.

But judging from Qin's expression, he didn't seem to want him to press further. Human modification... based on current understanding, this should be prohibited in all kingdoms, after all, human rights are fundamental rights.

"What do ghosts look like?" Elena changed the subject.

“Similar to us,” Qin said.

"Really? So, after a person dies, they become a ghost?" Elena continued to ask.

"I don't know, I've never died." Qin shrugged, leaving Elena speechless.

“But normally, I shouldn’t even be able to see them,” Qin said. “That must be what makes this kingdom so special.”