Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Fran brought Elena to the academy classroom. The class had just begun. Fran had originally assigned the students the task of self-training in magic, but since she had specially invited her best student, who was also her only disciple, the course content was changed on the spot.

After all, from the moment his students met Elaina, they had been frantically demanding that he invite Elaina to tutor them in magic. These fickle, damnably superficial students were obsessed with looks.

But I like my apprentices, so I'll just praise them for having good taste.

"This is the witch you sparred with yesterday—the Gray Witch, Elena, who is also my beloved student," Fran introduced. Although most students probably already knew her, there were bound to be some who had slipped through the net.

Furthermore, proper etiquette is essential; it's to establish Elaina's prestige, even though the title of witch already carries enough weight.

“We’ve invited her to be a special lecturer today. Does anyone have any questions?” Fran said.

The students all looked at the gray-haired girl on the podium with excitement, some even with their expressions practically screaming "I want to eat this cute girl up!"

Good-looking people are always popular, no matter where they are (except for a certain bizarre country with distorted aesthetics, I'm calling out for criticism).

"Pick me! Pick me!" A young man raised his hand high.

After Elena responded that she was willing to answer his question.

"Do you have a partner?" the young man asked excitedly.

"Huh?" Elena almost lost her composure. "No, there isn't."

"And what about your criteria for choosing a partner?"

“Young man, your question has been rejected,” Fran interrupted in time. “What is your question related to magic?”

"What kind of magic is Elena good at?"

"I can do almost everything. There's no difference between being good at something and not being good at it."

How to learn magic well.

"Practice more and be willing to endure hardship."

"Does a magician need magic power to use magic?"

"Hmm?" Elena hesitated for a moment. If it were the old her, she would have said "of course" without hesitation. But she immediately realized that there was a special situation next to her. However, the fact that Qin knew demon magic was a one-in-a-million exception.

“Under normal circumstances, it is necessary,” Elena replied.

Is there something unusual going on?

"I don't know the answer to that question. I just think nothing is absolute." Elena told a little white lie.

After all, it's terrifying to think that someone could possess demonic magic; it could easily cause panic. Demons, to some extent, are objects of fear in people's hearts, no matter where they are.

"Pick me, pick me..." The young man raised his hand again, and Fran decided to give him another chance.

What color are your underwear?

The Q&A session finally ended, and everyone got the answers they wanted, except for the young man who had been beaten up by Fran, who was now facing the wall in repentance.

Next, I will provide hands-on guidance to each student on magic. Through practice, I will point out any shortcomings in each student's abilities, and when necessary, personally demonstrate the correct way to use magic, sharing some insights and tips.

This was a piece of cake for Elaina. After all, before becoming an apprentice witch, she had to be so familiar with these things that they might spontaneously activate even in her sleep.

The morning flew by.

"Irena, thank you so much for your help today," Fran said to Irena as they walked out of the school gate.

"Of course." Although a little tired, Elena still enjoyed the time, except for that student who sexually harassed her. But the flaws didn't detract from the overall charm; all of Fran's students were lovely.

"Is there anything else on your mind?" Fran asked.

“No,” Elena said.

"Really?"

"Doesn't the teacher believe me?" Elena pouted.

"You've written all over my face that I'm lying."

"Is it that obvious?"

“I’m your teacher. Are you still thinking about the piano?” Fran said. “This is the first time I’ve seen you so interested in a man. You’re not really in love, are you?”

“How could that be? Don’t talk nonsense,” Elena said. “I just don’t know why I feel bad whenever I think about him.”

"Do you feel indebted to him? Based on what I know of Elena, she's not the kind of person who holds a grudge over favors done for her."

"It makes me sound like I'm a bad person with no conscience," Elena said, somewhat disgruntled.

"Is not it?"

It's so embarrassing to say it out loud. Don't I have any pride?

Besides, it's not that exaggerated. While I wouldn't call myself a good person, I'm certainly not a heartless villain. Absolutely not.

For the zither.

Perhaps, I'm just saddened to witness an already tragic person gradually heading towards destruction. And there's nothing I can do about it.

Even though I'm a witch, there are far more things I can't do than things I can.

If I hadn't pried into Qin's memories, perhaps I wouldn't have so many wild thoughts. But now, those fragments of memories keep popping into my mind.

The side effects of dream magic are truly severe; no wonder it was eliminated by the tide of history.

“Irena, you’re just a traveler going with the flow. There’s nothing you can’t get through,” Fran said earnestly. “Do what you can, and don’t think too much about the rest. There are too many things you can’t change.”

“Many things, once you start trying to change something, you’ll always become anxious and insecure, and you’ll eventually be disappointed,” Fran continued. “Pursue what you want to pursue, pursue what you like.”

"How come the teacher can suddenly say such philosophical things?" Elena asked suspiciously.

“My teacher told me that. I’ve also traveled before,” Fran recalled.

The old Witch of Ash, Victorique (Flan's teacher and Elena's mother), ultimately chose an ordinary life and returned to her hometown.

The final outcome for travelers is often a return to simplicity—after witnessing the myriad aspects of the world, a traveler's heart will eventually grow weary and slowly learn to say no to what is irreversible.

……

"Lady Elena, what brings you here so late?" Miss Broom saw Elena sitting alone in a chair, lost in thought. The hazy moonlight shone through the window, illuminating half of her face, and her glassy eyes, like jewels, shone with a beauty that was not usually seen under the moonlight.

Elena remained silent, simply gazing at the moon.

The broom thoughtfully picked up a wooden comb from a short distance away and began combing its owner's hair.

The gray hair that was forced to be cut short due to the magic explosion cloud has now grown quite a bit longer. Although it is no longer as long as it used to be, it is still long enough that Fran is not surprised by the length of Elena's hair.

“It’s beautiful,” Elena murmured.

what?

Is Lady Elena praising me? Even though I'm just a broom, I'm so shy... hehehe... hehehe. The broom laughed heartily.

“Because they’re so cheap, people don’t appreciate them,” Elena said. She gradually understood why Qin hadn’t liked the spider lily in the first place.

Qin's only free time was when he would be released from confinement each month to catch a glimpse of the outside world; the snow-white moon was the only thing he could see as soon as he came out.

But for herself, because the moon was always visible, this was the first time Elena had ever been so focused on appreciating it.

It was precisely because the moon was so cheaply beautiful to her that she never paid any attention to the beauty of its waxing and waning phases.

Because of the damn side effects of dream magic, Elena is now completely unable to sleep.

She was mentally exhausted, but her body wouldn't let her fall asleep. She rarely suffered from insomnia, but as soon as she closed her eyes, fragmented images would flash before her.

Then, instinctively, you'll open your eyes in terror.

I should have known better than to be so curious.

Curiosity really got the better of me.

If you really can't sleep, you can only stare at the moonlight.

Feeling bored, he waved his magic wand to make the broom keep him company and have a chat.

The broom was still immersed in Elena's praise, completely unaware that Elena had actually been praising the moon.

At this moment, Elena looked at the broom with a puzzled smile, not understanding what was wrong with her.