Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

"I heard it's a country of honesty where people can't lie. Are you interested in taking a look?" Elena looked at the kingdom information she had collected with money, and after thinking it over, she decided that this country was the most interesting.

A country where you can't lie—hmm, that sounds hilarious.

"Whatever," Qin said simply.

"That's true. If you don't speak, there's no difference between lying and not lying."

Elena controlled her magic broom and began to descend, landing shortly at the city gate of the Kingdom of Honesty.

The subsequent routine immigration inquiries and payment of immigration fees followed.

"This is the Land of Honesty, a land where even witches must tell the truth. Miss Witch, are you sure you want to go in?" the guard inquired.

“Of course,” Elena nodded.

"Well—welcome to this garbage country."

……

"Come and buy this rock-hard bread, it's awful, but it's still on sale at the original price."

"The perfume we just received smells awful."

The moment Elena stepped inside, she felt the overwhelming malice of this country. Wait, why buy all this garbage? Do you have too much money? If you have too much money, give it to me!

"Hey, even though you don't have any breasts or a nice butt, you're obviously not my type, but I'm really thirsty, so let's go on a date." A burly man with scraggly feet walked towards her and offered her an olive branch. His lewd face and words made him seem even more lewd.

"Screw your thirst." Elena casually summoned a strong wind, and the person disappeared.

Oh dear, where did that person go?

Well, at least he didn't die. He's probably blown to another street by now.

"What a lovely girl. I don't want to sell things to someone like you who makes people jealous, but business still needs to be done." You can always hear all sorts of whispers when you pass by various shops.

Elena quickened her pace to leave.

Even when walking fast, you can always hear the friendly greetings from people around you in Zu'an dialect.

"Oh my, you're so fat, as fat as a pig." "You are! You're like a glutton reincarnated!" "You stink like shit." "You stink like a rat..." "Hahaha..." "Hehehe..."

What kind of crazy things is the king of this country up to? Why has he managed to govern the country like this?

In the distance, in the square, a king, holding an ugly sword, solemnly delivered his speech. He loudly denounced the evil of lies, declaring that only the truth could cleanse the country of its corruption.

From that speech, it was clear that the ugly sword was the culprit behind the inability to lie; the barrier it created forced everyone in the kingdom to tell the truth and not utter a single lie.

Just as Elena was dodging the chaotic crowd on the street, she was stopped by someone—or rather, pulled aside, because the person who pulled Elena didn't speak, but was holding a notepad.

"[Excuse me, are you a witch from the Magic Integration Association?]" she asked in the small notebook she was holding.

“I’m not,” Elaina said. She was just a witch, not a member of that organization. Even though the organization had invited her to join many times, Elaina always refused, finding the prospect of a stable job too troublesome.

[I admit my mistake, I'm sorry.] She quickly wrote these words down, showed them to Elena, and then left.

weirdo.

But there's an even stranger person around me, but I'm used to it anyway.

"What do you think of this country?" Elena insisted on getting Qin to say a few words.

"Oh no," Qin said dismissively.

"It's really terrible, absolutely rotten."

Just as Elena was about to say something to Qin, she was drawn to a dispute in front of her, where two people started fighting over a disagreement.

Then a group of people gathered around and burst into laughter.

Irene, out of curiosity, asked these people why they didn't stop them but instead chose to stand around and watch.

The answer she received was stress relief, a rare way for their residents to release stress. In addition, Elaina also received the additional comment, "You can't even figure this out? Are you an idiot?"

Before Elena could continue speaking, the conflict was stopped by another witch.

The witch wore the same magic hat as Elena, only a little younger.

"Ugh, why did we have to let this outsider stop us?" The witch used magic to separate the two fighting.

“Saya?” Elena recognized her immediately.

"Ah—that voice is—" Saya snapped out of her daze, her eyes shining.

……

"To meet Elena here, this must be fate. There's no other way, we have to get married now. Elena, please marry me." Saya gripped Elena's hand tightly with fervor.

It's certainly fate that brought them together, but what exactly does marriage mean? Are there people who immediately start talking about marriage after just meeting?

Saya was lost in her own fantasy. She could already see herself and Elena walking down the aisle, living a loving and harmonious life together.

"Tell me, what are you doing in this country?" Elena noticed the moon brooch on Saya's chest, and she also had a star brooch on her chest, which meant that Saya was not only a witch but also a member of the Magical Union Association.

"Huh? Oh. Elena, aren't you going to praise me? I've become a witch now. The Charcoal Witch. I deliberately begged you, teacher, to give me a witch title that's similar to the Ash Witch."

"Very impressive, no wonder you're one of my students," Elena nodded.

"I'm telling you, you're praising yourself, aren't you? But even narcissistic Elaina is adorable, please marry me."

Saya's gaze slowly shifted to the suspicious man who had been observing Elena and her not far away.

At this point, she naturally assumed that Qin was actually a voyeur who was stalking the beautiful girl.

Judging from his repressed and lewd demeanor, he's probably a pathetic guy who desperately wants to be close to girls but can never have his wish fulfilled and can only fantasize about it in secret.

"Instead of that, tell me why you came to this country. You must have come on a mission from the Magic Integration Association," Elena said casually, brushing aside the topic of marriage.

Although I'm not particularly opposed to marriage between women, I always feel it's a bit strange, and talking about marriage now is just too absurd.

She saw Saya more as a good friend... but the friendship in Saya's eyes seemed to have changed long ago. Oh, it seems that it wasn't in the form of friendship in the first place, so there's no question of it changing.

“Oh, right. I received a commission from someone who didn’t leave their name, and the commission was to take the king’s sword and restore the kingdom to its former state.”

Elena remembered the person who mistook her for a member of the Magic Integration Association; the client was probably the one who was writing and drawing on the notepad.

"Irena, it seems we're being watched. Should we beat this peeping to a pulp?" Saya said without any attempt to hide her feelings, glaring fiercely at Qin.

"Ah—him? He's my travel companion, I haven't had a chance to introduce him yet, he's not a peeping tom. Hey Qin, what are you doing standing so far away?" Elena followed Saya's gaze.

"Traveler?" Saya froze instantly.

No way, no way, does Elena already have someone she likes? Having a travel companion is one thing, but it's a boy? No way, no way, how could my little angel Elena fall into the hands of such a treacherous, cunning, despicable, shameless, hypocritical, beastly, and colorful monster?

Aa ...

Elena was unaware of the depth of Saya's inner thoughts. She simply felt that whenever she tried to talk to someone she knew, Qin would stand far away, making it seem as if she was deliberately isolating him—a huge injustice.

"Elena...he...he's not your boyfriend, is he?" Saya asked cautiously. Surely not, surely not. How could my Elena possibly fall for a mere handsome man like him?

“Ah—no, he’s just a travel companion,” Elena replied.

"That's great!" The dullness in Saya's body returned.

Sure enough, Elena is still the same Elena. How could the bond of love between us be hindered by mere hormones between men and women? Before the pure and noble love between two women, these are all secondary tests.