Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Are the people of this country nobles?

Elena arrived in a kingdom where everyone was dressed in very splendid attire. Qin and Elena, on the other hand, looked like complete country bumpkins walking down the street.

Irene's attire was never particularly glamorous, and Qin's was even less so. It was clear their demeanor was completely out of place in this country; anyone with eyes could tell they were from elsewhere.

“By the way, do you want to get some new clothes? Ever since I’ve known you, your clothes have always been this type,” Elena said.

"Change clothes? Change into the style of this country? I might as well die." Qin was a hundred times unwilling.

"If you don't like it, that's fine. I was just saying."

But Qin's discontent quickly aroused the discontent of those around her. Those dressed in aristocratic attire gathered around, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive. Many people's eyes looked like they wanted to devour Qin alive... If it weren't for the gray-haired witch beside them, some might have already wanted to start a fight.

At that time, we'll see how the heads of those who came to fight ended up buried in the ground.

"Are you looking down on our clothes? These are the latest trends, you country bumpkin," a scarred-faced man muttered.

"Oh." Qin didn't take it seriously. A country bumpkin, so be it. He'd seen worse things. Had he ever been called an animal and even blinked at the slightest insult?

Elena knew she had done something wrong. Although she felt these people were making a mountain out of a molehill, in terms of the cause of the problem, it was indeed Elena's side that had done something wrong.

After all, it is indeed an insult to say that someone's clothes are not good.

Therefore, even if you are in the right, you can't explain yourself, let alone if you are in the wrong. The best course of action is to leave.

Elena took out her magic broom, grabbed her harp, and immediately flew into the sky. The whole process lasted only about a second. A second later, the people gathered around could no longer find Elena and her harp.

The two descended in another corner. The people here were dressed exactly the same, all in aristocratic attire. Anyone with a brain would know that a place couldn't possibly be filled with only nobles. So these people weren't nobles at all; they just liked to dress like that...

But what is the reason?

It's probably a characteristic of the kingdom; it's not surprising at all.

The two walked onto another street and unknowingly ended up in front of a luxurious clothing store. Since they were already there, they decided to go in and take a look.

After all, I came to this country to experience its customs and culture, and at the very least, I need to understand why the people here wear the same clothes.

Stepping into the clothing store, I was surprised to find that all the clothes sold there were exactly the same. Yes, exactly the same—the kind of clothes that people wear on the street. There were no other styles of clothing available.

"Are you two travelers? Outsiders?" the clothing store owner greeted them.

"Yes. I am Elaina, the Witch of Ash." Elaina introduced herself. Generally, she would state her name as a witch first. People in this world who know witches will hold them in awe, which saves a lot of trouble. Sometimes, it would be even better if there was a witch's special offer.

As for why the landlady knew the two were travelers...

Anyone with eyes can see that.

"Have you ever been to the neighboring country?" the proprietress asked enthusiastically. "What kind of clothes are popular there? Is it like what you wear? Do all the women dress like you, and the men dress like your husband?"

Elena didn't even know where to begin refuting it; there were points to refute everywhere.

One sentence caused her cerebellum to atrophy.

But all those words can be summed up in one sentence.

“People outside don’t wear the same clothes,” Elena replied. “Only in this kingdom do people wear the same clothes.”

"Oh?" The clothing store owner clearly understood something. "Our country is leading the trend of the times, and our people are always the most fashionable in their clothing."

Elena immediately felt that the proprietress might be mentally unstable.

No, it should be that the people in this kingdom are all mentally unstable.

……

After casually exploring the surrounding small countries once more, Elena and Qin returned to this somewhat strange country. After all, staying overnight in a kingdom was better than sleeping in the wilderness.

Then... Elena was surprised to find that all the girls here dressed like her, and all the boys dressed like Qin...

Elena seemed to have figured something out and quickly went to the clothing store.

The clothing store had a brand new advertisement on its sign.

"Now—this is the trend." The two people in the advertisement look nothing like Elena and Qin, but it always feels strange to see others wearing the exact same clothes as themselves.

"Huh? Isn't that the one from back then..." Elena suddenly saw a somewhat familiar person walking towards them. It was the scarred man. If it were anyone else, Elena definitely wouldn't remember them, but this scarred man was too recognizable.

Irene instinctively thought that the person dressed as a swordsman was there to cause trouble.

Unexpectedly, the scarred man grasped the zither's hand without saying a word, looking extremely respectful.

"I was so blind to your talent! I never imagined you'd set the trend just days ago, which is why you have the right to say such things. Well said! You must have noticed long ago that the previous outfit was dull, boring, and lacked any aesthetic appeal. Your eye for detail is truly remarkable..."

Elena was caught off guard by the barrage of compliments.

Qin yawned and listened silently to the scarred man rambling on in front of her, not taking in a single word.

"Hey, I'm saying, I should be able to apply for royalties, right?" Elena walked into the clothing store while Qin was being pulled along by the scarred man, and found the proprietress she had met not long ago.

"You'd have to prove you designed the clothes first," the shopkeeper said dismissively. Seeing that this was a repeat offender, Elena couldn't say anything more.

"Do you have any new ideas about clothing? We're already trying our best to lead the trend, but we can never keep up with the changes..."

"Is it possible that being exactly the same is just stifling the country's innovation?"

"Everyone is following the trend, so of course it has to be exactly the same."

Irene said nothing more. She had wanted to say that there wasn't just one trend, but there was no point in saying more. If she were given a few more gold coins, that would be one thing, but right now she didn't have a good impression of this proprietress.

Cheapskate.

He walked to the store entrance, picked up his violin, and mounted his magic broom. In about a second, the scarred man could no longer see his idol.