Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

"Lady Elena... I've bought you lunch." The pink-haired girl obediently placed a bag of freshly baked bread on the table.

"We are all objects, how can you bear to let us be eaten? You wicked woman!" The bread loaves cried out their sorrowful accusations to Miss Broom.

"Hmm." The broom nodded.

"How could you say that? Save us... We don't want to be eaten," the bread cried out in despair.

"I am Lady Elena's broom. Although we are the same kind, there's nothing I can do about it."

"How could you do this—ahh, you wicked girl, don't think you can eat me just because you're cute—ah!" The bread vendor made his heroic sacrifice, dying in Elena's mouth.

No one would stop production to mourn such ordinary bread.

"Were you talking to bread just now?" Elena asked, chewing on a hot loaf of bread.

"Yes, Lady Elena."

Elena devoured her portion of bread in no time, then wiped her mouth with a napkin, satisfied. "Could you run an errand for me tonight and buy dinner?"

"No problem. It's just..."

"how?"

"Lady Elena hasn't left this room for three days. This isn't good for your health," the broom said worriedly.

This is a magic research room rented out by a branch of the Magic Integration Association. It is specially equipped with a wide variety of common magic aids and high-quality crucible equipment.

“You don’t understand—if you go out and come back in, there’s an extra charge,” Elena said. “As long as I stay in this room, I can keep saving money.”

That's what the rental agreement says: if the tenant leaves the rented room, they will need to pay a certain fee when they return.

Besides, there's a magic heater here, so why not use it?

"Lady Elena is known for spending lavishly on magical materials, yet she's incredibly stingy when it comes to these small expenses."

Elena pretended not to hear, saying that no one was upset about the huge sum of money spent on purchasing magical materials.

"By the way, when you went to visit Qin, he was still alive, wasn't he?" Elena asked casually.

"Still alive."

"Without my supervision, he won't be sleeping on the streets again, will he?"

"Oh, not really."

"Well, you've improved."

"But he slept in the hotel corridor..."

That guy is hopeless.

Forget about this oddball who has a bed but sleeps on the floor, and has a room but sleeps in the hallway.

At least this time he didn't have to sleep on the streets.

Elena returned to the lab table, where a large number of scattered books were piled up, and parchment covered with dense text was scattered everywhere.

These parchments are her recent work.

"It's been so long since I've seen Lady Elena so focused. Lady Elena is so cute when she's focused." The broom was swooning over her, her ahoge (cowlick) swaying unconsciously, as if tiny flowers were blooming on the top of her head.

When her magic time is up, she'll turn into a broom again.

It usually happens at night, and Elena will turn her back into a human.

“Something’s always missing,” Elena mused, looking at the dazzling array of experimental materials.

The idea that the pollen of the 'Lampflower' can be used to break down nutrients is probably correct. The mistake lies in the fact that this plant is highly poisonous and cannot be eaten, so other materials must be used to neutralize the toxins.

But the current result is...

Elena developed a magic that could turn food into deadly poison.

She was truly a Breaking Bad master.

Where did things go wrong? Elena kept flipping through various magic books. Time flew by unnoticed as she studied them intently.

……

"Lady Qin—you can't sleep here." The broom shook Qin awake, who was lying in the corridor.

"Hmm..." Qin woke up groggily from her sleep. "Oh, Elena, you're back."

Ultimately, the only difference between Broom and Elaina is their hair color; at first glance, it's easy to mistake them. Simply put, Broom is Elaina with dyed hair.

"I am a broom."

"Oh."

“Please go back to your room and sleep—Lady Elena will be unhappy if she finds out,” the broom said righteously.

Under the watchful eye of the broom supervisor, Qin returned to her room with an air of nonchalance.

She actually really hoped that Qin could live a normal life. But it seemed that he was deliberately resisting something... If it happened once or twice, she could consider it a subconscious action.

But this continued for several days in a row.

On the contrary, they deliberately refuse to live like normal people.

"Lady Qin—is there something troubling you?" the broom asked. "May I hear about it?"

"What do you mean by 'difficult situation'?" Qin asked.

"That's right, why did you..."

"Once a person has a gold-plated fork, he will think about eating fine food worthy of the fork—and in the end, he will be afraid of losing it. Only when you have nothing will you not be afraid of losing it; only when you have no hope will you not be disappointed."

"I don't quite understand."

Have you ever lost anything?

"I'm just a broom; essentially, everything I own belongs to Lady Elena."

"I knew it, that's why you're so hard to understand."

I don't understand, but I've been instructed by Lady Elena to keep a close eye on Lady Qin's schedule.

The broom glanced at the time. Oh no, it was almost time to deliver dinner to Lady Elena! Was she going to faint from hunger in her room? This was too much to bear…

The broom flew away as fast as it could.

When the broom reached Elena, she saw the gray-haired girl lying straight on the ground.

Wow—I'm late, I'm so sorry, Lady Elena—

"Waaah, I shouldn't have come back so late. I'm so sorry... Lady Elena, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely be your broom again." The broom bowed down in front of Elena and cried.

"Stop crying... I'm not dead yet," Elena said with a wry smile. "Instead of wasting time, why don't you help me up?"

"Waaah, I'm so glad you're alright, Lady Elena." Only then did the broom realize that Elena seemed to have just fallen.

"Honestly, wipe your tears. It was just a fall, you almost killed me." Elena said speechlessly, "You came back so late just to deliver my death message?"

The broom bowed its head, accepting Elena's criticism.

Hehe... It's good that Lady Elena is alright, I don't mind being scolded.

After writing some notes on the parchment, Elena began to enjoy her dinner.

Even now, the magic she hopes to create still lacks a prototype, and she's constantly on a trial-and-error path. Many options have been ruled out, and many more await her testing.

The path to creating magic is truly long and arduous. But since things have come to this, let's eat first.