Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Is this the center of the kingdom?

Compared to the empty streets when I first entered the country, this place is suddenly much more crowded, and the flow of people has increased several times over. It should be said that the entire street is so crowded that you might bump into someone if you're not careful.

For example, if someone suddenly has an urgent matter and walks blindly without paying attention, charging forward with the attitude of not turning back until they hit a wall, they will bump into someone.

"Ouch!" Elena was knocked down by the person she had just described.

To be honest, Elena herself didn't even notice that someone was rushing towards her so carelessly, otherwise she could have dodged in advance.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The girl who bumped into Elena knew she was in the wrong and quickly apologized.

As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face. Since the person who bumped into her apologized so quickly, Elena's inexplicable anger subsided.

She patted the dust off her clothes and looked at the person who had bumped into her.

It was a girl about her age with rather thick dark circles under her eyes; judging from her clothes, she was probably a magician as well. What really caught Elaina's eye were the girl's captivating, almond-shaped eyes—Elaina had never seen anything like them before.

People with these characteristics.

"I'm almost late for work, please forgive me, Miss Witch," the girl said, clasping her hands together in apology. Anyone with eyes could tell that Elena was a witch just by looking at the star brooch on her chest.

You're so clueless, you know? Offering a gold coin as an apology would have made things much easier. Clearly, the girl who bumped into her was completely unaware of this, and Elena didn't ask for one.

But she doesn't want to be bumped into for nothing, so what should she do?

“Could you take me to your workplace? I’d like to learn more about this country,” Elena said.

"Huh? It's boring there."

"How about this as apology for bumping into me?"

“If you insist, I can take you there.” The girl gave in; she was in the wrong first, and Elena’s request was nothing. “My name is Morissa.”

"I am Elena."

The two could be considered acquainted.

For Elena, it was natural to want to quickly learn about the customs and culture of the entire kingdom. At this moment, she was very interested in the work Morissa was talking about—in this highly mechanized country, what was there that required special human intervention?

After all, even a bakery owner can be replaced by a magical doll.

And judging from Morissa's dark circles, her so-called job doesn't seem to be very easy.

“Miss Elena, hurry up and keep up with me, or someone will die,” Morissa said. “Let’s go, let’s go!”

She seems to be in a real hurry.

"Then I'll head back to the hotel first," Qin said. He had no interest in how others worked. As it got dark, what was he thinking of going to someone else's workplace to observe how they worked?

“Okay.” Elena didn’t say anything more.

After all, the Yin-Yang Sphere is no longer there, and freedom belongs to each of them individually.

Qin is not one to join in the fun; he often stays in one place reading all day.

Elena quickly made her way through the bustling crowd to catch up with Morissa, and they went in the opposite direction from Qin.

"Is that your boyfriend?" Even though she was about to be late, it seemed to be her nature to lean in with a gossipy smile.

“No,” Elena said.

"Hey, this is the first time I've felt off. The atmosphere between you two is just...you know." Morissa blinked her peach blossom eyes.

"Aren't you going to be late?" Elena said speechlessly.

"Hey hey hey."

Morissa and Elena arrived at the very center of the Garden of Deomeia Kingdom. Normally, the center of many monarchical kingdoms is the royal palace, but Garden of Deomeia is not a monarchy.

The entire kingdom has no king; instead, the kingdom's policies are formulated by a council of eighteen witches.

At the very center of the entire garden, the Demi-European Elegance, lies the location of the Witch's Senate—referred to by the locals as "the Garden," a government institution in the conventional sense.

Elena was quite surprised to find herself here. It seemed Morissa was a member of the government agency, Garden. Did the government require night shifts? That must be exhausting.

“May I enter the garden?” Elena asked.

“It probably wouldn’t work for anyone else, but Miss Elena is a witch,” Morissa said. “Just saying the word will be fine.”

Aren't you afraid I'm here to steal state secrets?

"One word of caution: once you're inside, don't have any bad intentions. The garden will hear you," Morissa said. "But I think I'm just giving you a bad tip. Miss Elena is so kind and lovely; she would never have such thoughts."

amount……

Thank you for your trust.

I wasn't the one thinking bad things just now.

The Garden heard it? What does that mean... Although Elena knew about the Garden, more specific details were a kingdom secret, and she couldn't find out from the outside world.

"Morissa! You arrived just in time again. Do you think you're so great?"

Just as Elena was about to ask what "heard in the garden" meant, a sharp shout rang out, and in an instant, Morissa's collar was lifted up by something.

No, the thing that lifted Morissa's collar was clearly some kind of magical technique.

"Teacher, I'm so sorry!!! I was wrong, please don't punish me!" Morissa cried out suddenly, her limbs flailing frantically in the air. At the same time, her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked extremely pitiful.

It's unbelievable that Morissa has such a talent for acting. She was perfectly fine just a moment ago, but after being lifted up by magic, she seemed like a completely different person.

“Don’t call me teacher—I’m ashamed. How could I have chosen you as my successor?” A black-haired woman with a star brooch stood at the entrance to the garden. “Today, you must copy the rules of Diaomeiya Garden ten times.”

"Have mercy... I wasn't late at all..."

So that's what it means when someone is late and they die.

"Who is this person next to you? The witch you recruited to work for you?" the black-haired woman asked, her gaze lingering on Elena's face.

“Yes, that’s right. It took me a lot of effort to convince her to help,” Morissa said.

You went through a lot of trouble to convince me?

I do not know how?

In the end, when did I ever say I wanted to work with you? I just wanted to understand how you guys work in a country where everything can be replaced by magical dolls.

Just as Elena was about to say something, she noticed Morissa was blinking at her frantically.

His mouth was still silently saying something.

Based on her lip reading, she was probably saying—ten gold coins. I think I'm not mistaken.

So Elena swallowed all the words she wanted to say in rebuttal.

"Very good. Considering your merits, I will not punish you this time, but this is a one-time exception."

Morissa was put down, and the moment her feet touched the ground, she breathed a sigh of relief and gave Elena a thumbs up.

She probably wanted to say thank you.

The black-haired witch slowly walked up to Elena: "I'm glad you could come to help. I am the fifth seat of the Garden Council, the Rose Witch Hayley. As you probably know, I am this unfilial disciple's teacher."

"Hello, I am Elaina, the Witch of Ash." Elaina shook hands with Hayley.

"Then please come in," Hailey said with a smile.