Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

"These people are relatively easy to deal with. In order to stay in the city, most of them won't do anything too outrageous." After dealing with batch after batch of people on the list to be eliminated, Carola was clearly in a good mood.

"Next, I urge Lady Gray Witch to be on her guard. That place is a stronghold of criminal mobs. If you are not careful, even a witch could get hurt."

A mob? Elena was somewhat confused.

Does your Garden of Demi-Europeania harbor rioters? People like that would usually be expelled from other kingdoms.

“Isn’t it a bit inappropriate to say that about them? After all, they are citizens of our Garden of Demi-Europe,” Morissa retorted. “The so-called sin is simply being unable to repay debts.”

"That's all? Morissa, do you know what kind of garden joke you're making?" Carola chuckled. "Isn't poverty a cardinal sin? Do you know how difficult it is to be in debt in a highly developed country like ours?"

It was obvious that Carola, who was quite polite to Elena, didn't give Morissa a friendly look, probably because they hadn't gotten along for a long time.

But to say that poverty is the original sin is going too far.

I don't have many gold coins right now—I'm rooting for Morissa in this round.

Irene thought so.

Despite their differing opinions, the group still ventured into the mob zone that Carola had described.

Unlike the towering buildings of the past, here there are only dilapidated small tile-roofed houses that look like they could collapse at the slightest breeze, and yellow sand all around.

Before entering Garden of Demi-Europe, no, before arriving here, Elena had no idea that there was such a large desert within Garden of Demi-Europe.

The rapid development of Garden of Elegance is based on overdrawing resources.

In order to develop the magical doll industry, people have demanded excessive magical materials from nature. Vast areas of forest have disappeared as a result, leading to large-scale desertification.

Desertification has only recently gained attention, and these areas have become home to people in debt.

Here, they reclaimed land and planted trees for the kingdom free of charge. The kingdom would only provide them with basic necessities and shelter; they would have to solve everything else on their own.

They had to find their own way in this vast, seemingly endless desert.

As a result, the mortality rate remained high; approximately only one in ten people could live long enough to repay their debts.

Only then will they have the right to return to the city and continue their lives.

"Are you trying to take away the only thing that keeps me alive?" a burly man with a scarred face said viciously, tightly shielding a little girl behind him. "Come on—whoever dares to come up—I'll take them down with me. I'm tired of living here anyway."

A fierce declaration.

Just as Carola had predicted, the people here were much more rebellious.

It's understandable; in this place, dissatisfaction with the government is perfectly normal. Those with nothing to lose are fearless; city dwellers might not rebel because they're unwilling to give up their current comfortable lives.

But the people here were already destitute.

"A life for a life?" Carola laughed unmoved. "Do you deserve it?"

“Carola, that’s going too far,” Morissa said coldly.

“You’re really disgracing our garden, Morissa. Do you think you can talk to me because of your teacher, you know that?” Carola laughed. “People are not equal from birth.”

Carola then looked at the magical doll protected by the scarred man: "Final ultimatum, come here obediently, otherwise, we will not rule out taking violent measures."

The magical doll naturally couldn't understand. Carola's words were directed at the scarred man, and her tone was quite impatient.

If Carola's tone towards Elena was respectful, then towards Morissa it was disdain, and finally, towards the debt-ridden scarred man banished to the desert for pioneering, it was indifference.

From beginning to end, she never treated the other person as a human being.

"Don't even think about it." The scarred man pulled out a gun. "Do you dare come any closer?"

“The PMS1009 fully automatic magic gun, loaded with 2000 magic missiles, is a contraband of the Garden of Demiémy and is indeed a threat to us,” Carola said knowingly, taking out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, but her gaze remained indifferent. “Alright, the negotiations are over—you asked for this, so even if I take action now, I won’t be punished by the witch above.”

"Come here." Carola tossed the handkerchief aside and waved her wand.

As soon as she finished speaking, the humanoid magical doll being protected suddenly pushed away the man who had been protecting her, and then walked towards Carola like a puppet on a string: "PS9872 greets you, Butler Carola."

"Jasmine—don't go—" The scarred man, who had been pushed away by the humanoid magical doll, was quickly subdued by the law enforcement team, who were already on high alert. Because the doll he was protecting suddenly went out of control, he was unable to fire his gun rashly.

While he hesitated, his weapon was quickly disarmed, and he didn't even fire a single shot.

"Naming a magical doll? I really don't understand the thought process of you people who name tools. She was never Jasmine, she's always been PS9872, the 9872nd model in the PS series." Carola laughed. "Alright, take him away. He's been hiding contraband; let the higher-ups deal with him."

This farce came to an end with Carola's indifferent declaration.

But this farce is not an isolated incident; such tragedies are unfolding everywhere in this desolate frontier region.

During this time, Elena did indeed suffer attacks from some out-of-control people.

But to the witch, these attacks are insignificant once she notices them.

"Can I ask you something? Where will these recycled magical dolls be sent?" Elena asked.

Morissa was in a low mood, but Carola was clearly in a good mood. She looked at Elena and said, "As you thought, we'll recycle their parts to create new magical dolls—the Garden of Demiea no longer needs them. Their mission ended with their era."

Oh, I see...

It's the same ending as Holberly's original story.

However, these magical dolls, which were about to be recycled, showed no sign of resistance, even though they looked very much like humans. Facing their impending death, they regarded it as the perfect end to their mission.

"Speaking of which, Lady Gray Witch, now that things have come to this, do you think the Rose Witch is right?" Carola asked with a smile.

Elena remained silent.

"It's okay if you don't want to answer, anyway, I don't want an answer."

Carola took out a piece of parchment, on which was a list of magical dolls that they needed to retrieve; almost all of the dolls' numbers had been crossed out.

Only one name remains.

“SC1317”

"Master: Kafka"