Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

“So, stay and be a goddess,” Mo said. “This place needs someone like you to govern it. I’m afraid the country will perish if we rely on those two simpletons.”

"Nishita, how could you say that about me? My sister is the fool." Ichinose Tsubasa was the first to stand up and righteously object. It turned out that she had been secretly eavesdropping all along.

Because of this concealment magic.

This prevented Irena, who hadn't activated her reconnaissance magic, from noticing that Ichinose Tsubasa was right next to her.

"You naughty little sister, who are you calling a fool? You're the fool." Ichinosegawa couldn't stand it anymore.

"Stop arguing, you're all idiots. Have you finished the shrine mission? If not, get out of here!" Mo said.

"Following the instructions of the Lion King." Ichinosegawa disappeared.

"Serve the people." Ichinose Tsubasa has also disappeared.

Mo's gaze returned to Elena: "What's your decision?"

Her only concern was actually Jean. Demons always corrupted one soul after another, lowering the quality of the souls that the Grim Reaper received. Therefore, demons and Grim Reapers have always had a bad relationship. But as long as Jean was under her watch, she was not a threat.

“I’m sorry, but I refuse,” Elena said seriously.

"Huh?" Mo tilted his head, wondering if water had gotten into his ears.

A goddess could represent the supreme representative of a kingdom, since Mo, as the Grim Reaper, couldn't often appear before the world. And those two somewhat dim-witted children, in fact, had absolutely no interest in power.

If Elena wanted, she could be the queen of a nation, above all others.

She controlled all of the wealth of the Death of Sperado.

Look at the ridiculous joke she heard, and she refused?

“I said, I don’t want to become a goddess,” Elena said calmly.

"Why?" Mo asked calmly.

“Because I am Elaina, the Gray Witch, on a journey,” Elaina said.

"What reason is this?"

"Just like how you designated me as a candidate for goddess simply because I look like Catherine, what kind of reason is that?"

"You have passed the test."

"I know."

"You will have countless riches."

"I know."

"you……"

Mo fell silent...

Elena's tone was unusually calm as she replied, "I know what I would have if I became a goddess, but I don't want to be a goddess. I'd rather travel."

He gazed silently into Elena's glassy eyes.

My thoughts seemed to drift back thousands of years.

"Little Mo, do you know? If I had to choose, I would rather be a normal farm girl, with my family by my side, than become the goddess of this kingdom." Ekaterina said to Mo from her sickbed, looking at him with her cloudy eyes as she lay dying.

"Why?" he asked dismissively.

“Because… I’ve committed so many sins that I’ve forgotten that in the past, I was just a little girl who wanted her father to praise her and longed for a normal life,” Ekaterina said with a bitter smile.

Beneath those aged wrinkles, Catherine's eyes were tightly closed.

She never woke up again.

What followed was a silent swing of the sickle in his hand.

again……

Everyone must eventually leave—that is death.

At this moment, Elena looked at Mo with some trepidation. Would she be angry...? No way...? She shouldn't be, right?

She just wants to travel, really. Being a goddess here is so boring. If she's living for money, she could live perfectly well in Roberta.

More importantly, she felt uneasy sitting in the position of goddess.

This was a bloody spot. Although high-risk areas are often stained with blood, Elena still couldn't accept it psychologically.

Mo slowly came to her senses: "Alright, as you wish."

I really agreed... Yay!

“You are not her after all,” Mo said with a light laugh. “Go and collect your reward from those two children. Five hundred gold coins, no less. You can’t go back on your word.”

But Elena's reply was, "Never mind."

"What did you say?"

“After all, I didn’t do anything,” Elena laughed.

At the shrine entrance, Elena and Qin bid a final farewell to the rather amusing sisters. After spending some time with them, you realize they're actually quite adorable.

It would be even better if that younger sister couldn't read minds.

"Miss Elena, are you really not considering becoming a goddess?" Ichinosegawa still wanted to persuade her to stay. "I'll make you bread every day."

"No, I don't think so. To be honest, I thought you guys would be a bit more assertive," Elena said with a smile.

"Do you think we'd use that Death Bell to cleanse your soul and force you to agree?" Ichinose Tsubasa suddenly revealed a wicked little fang, after all, she knew exactly what Elena was thinking.

"Huh? You can really do that?"

"How could that be... If we had such a function, would our territory of the Death of Sperado be so small?" Ichinose Tsubasa laughed. "Wouldn't we have already dominated all the surrounding kingdoms?"

"That's right."

Elena sat back down on the broom. Qin was already sitting on it reading a book.

"Goodbye, both of you," Elena waved goodbye.

"Come often, and feel free to contact us sisters if you need business," Ichinosegawa said with a smile.

“You’ll take care of both killing and burying them,” Ichinose Tsubasa said.

“The second monument is half price~” her sister added.

"what?"

"Just kidding!" the sisters laughed in unison.

……

The original intention was to see if the witches had the ability to unravel the Yin-Yang Orb, but the answer was no. Their magical domain did not cover this area, and the Grim Reaper was even more clueless about the Yin-Yang Orb.

Then Elena didn't accept the last five hundred gold coins either.

They charged the normal fee for refining medicine.

After leaving that country, she is now sipping coffee in a café in a quiet little country.

Seeing the little boy still wailing, Elena got up and left the coffee shop after finishing her coffee. Since she hadn't gone far, there was no need for Qin to get up either.

Elena walked over to the little boy who was still wailing outside the glass window and gently waved her wand.

Under the glow of magic.

The bloodstains on the puppy's body gradually disappeared.

But bringing the dead back to life is impossible.

“If you keep crying, your friends won’t be able to rest in peace,” Elena said. “Death is inevitable, but it should at least have its due dignity.”

"Is it really impossible to bring it back to life?" the little boy sobbed.

“I can’t. Do you really like it?” Elena asked.

"like."

"So... letting it lie here so undignifiedly, and you crying here, is that a sign of your affection for it?"

"I understand, thank you, big sister."

Irene watched the mother and child walk away with the dog's body, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

Perhaps Mo's colleagues are nearby...

I can't see you; our lives intersect like parallel lines.

Elena returned to the café, sat down in front of the piano, and slowly took out the book she had bought from Sperado to read.

Death will come sooner or later, but live in the present.