Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

"Go back?"

The first to break the silence was Elena.

But she was met with silence.

And the continuous sound of rain all around.

It's unclear how long this silent atmosphere lasted.

"Go back where?" The voice was so hoarse it was almost inhuman; it sounded more like the noise of an old phonograph with a worn-out record on it.

But these concise words did indeed come from the mouth of the violin.

“We should go back to the inn and check out to leave this kingdom,” Elena said calmly. “We’ve seen everything we needed to see. If we stay a few more days, something might happen.”

"You can set off alone, can't you?"

"I can bring someone along too, can't I?"

"why?"

“There’s no why,” Elena said. “The things I want to do don’t all need a reason. People aren’t machines; there’s no need to weigh everything—that kind of life is too tiring.”

"This way of life is good."

“You also have the right to live like this,” Elena said. “Now that you are no longer in Beatrice, what is the curse that binds you and restricts you from continuing to live as you have in the past?”

He is like a child who was taught from a young age that he cannot stand up but has all his limbs intact. He grows up and sits in a wheelchair. He could get rid of the wheelchair, but he never does.

He seemed to have never truly emerged from that hellish place.

there has never been.

“Perhaps I know you better than you think, Jyn,” Elena said. “It may sound a bit presumptuous, but I want to say that we never live for any particular reason. We don’t have the right to choose how we are born, but at least we have the right to choose how we live.”

“You know perfectly well that his death was caused by this indifferent society—I don’t believe you can’t see it. You’re just imagining yourself as too insignificant.”

"But..." Qin was interrupted before she could say the next word.

“Yes, yes, yes, if it weren’t for your kindness, he might not have died because of this,” Elena said. “And then? Did you intentionally try to kill him? If that’s your fault, then those who formulated the family planning policy are the biggest executioners in the world.”

Irene's righteous speech failed to resonate with Qin.

You can never wake someone who is pretending to be asleep.

Many principles are not that we don't understand them, but rather that we find them difficult to accept once we understand them.

Like an introverted person who is so self-conscious that they want to bury themselves in the ground, they all know that taking the initiative to make friends with others can broaden their future path and benefit their lives—but they can't do it, not because they don't know, but because they are unable to do it.

Qin knows everything.

She's not a three-year-old anymore; how could she not understand such a simple, unfounded principle?

But he just couldn't accept it naturally, that's just how it is.

“Think about Alice, her life was changed because of you,” Elena said from a different perspective.

"She got through it on her own; I'm not that great."

"Think about Diana. Without you, she would now be destined to be dismembered."

"It was Holberly's help; I couldn't have done anything on my own."

“And what about me?” Elena said. “That time with the Demon Cloud—you were just as self-righteous as I was, saying things like, ‘It’s not that important,’ ‘This isn’t important, that isn’t important,’ so what is important?”

“If I lose control, you’ll die,” Jean said.

“So what? Does that change the fact?” Elena said. “If Elizabeth could have gotten through it on her own, why would she have faced being banished from the kingdom? Without you, how could Diana have waited for Holberly’s rescue? You’re just selectively ignoring it.”

He was like a student who had just finished an exam and checked the answers.

Even though most of the questions are answered correctly, I feel upset for half a day because of one question I didn't answer correctly, and I selectively ignore the questions I already answered correctly.

That's so childish.

It's a real shame that most people are just as childish.

"Why is she so incredibly kind to others, yet so unkind to herself?" Elena said.

To put it bluntly, he's just using this method to wallow in self-pity.

He told himself that he was living a good life—even though he had never truly lived a good life at all.

“Be kind to yourself, don’t say you don’t deserve it. This isn’t Beatrice,” Elena said. “No one will point fingers at you. If anyone does, I, Elena the Gray Witch, will be the first to beat up that person.”

"That's really violent..."

"I have never considered myself a lady."

"He's clearly very narcissistic."

"It doesn't conflict with this, okay?"

"Very self-righteous."

"On this point, you are more self-righteous than I am."

"You've seen my memories, haven't you?"

"..."

Qin looked away with a self-deprecating smile: "Normally, there are many things that I've never mentioned, yet you seem to know them. You've never been good at hiding these things."

"I'm sorry about that."

If he can have a normal conversation, it means his condition is probably better.

Perhaps he's just a good kid who's always doing good deeds, waiting for someone to praise him properly.

Even if the whole world condemns his life, at least at this moment, I don't want to hold back my praise. He has already saved so many things—and his life shouldn't be torn apart by what he hoped to save.

Perhaps a god will guide the lost sheep.

But there are no gods at this time—if there are none, then the responsibility lies with others.

……

This damn guy.

He was almost successful in persuading her, but he ruined his plans at this crucial moment.

His specialty was using sweet talk to exploit weaknesses and amplify negative emotions, but at this moment, it was surprisingly ineffective. His magic was being undermined by equally skillful and flattering words.

The druid was about to say something and continue casting spells to bewitch the enemy.

"Do demons also break the rules?" an untimely voice asked. "Oh, perhaps they are just testing the rules repeatedly. I misunderstood you on that point."

Damn...

"That's why I dislike you—you claim to uphold contracts, but you're just using your tricks to lure others into your carefully crafted traps," the voice continued.

"Heh, haven't you Grim Reapers done your share of despicable deeds? Which of those wars of the ages didn't involve you? We're all in the same boat." The druid retorted, his eyes fixed on the little girl who was slowly approaching. "It's been a long time, Mo."

"Say what you will—and don't act like we're old friends." Mo shrugged. "I can let bygones be bygones, since I had no evidence. But now that you're under my nose, you should be more careful."

"Heh, as you wish." The druid disappeared.

He has no physical form at this moment and can only reside in some medium. Just now, he was so close to completely gaining a physical form; what a terrible thing.

The timing of this death was truly perfect.

But is it really a coincidence?

"Ah~ Let's see if any of my colleagues have any work to do. Sigh, my performance isn't good enough. I really want to slack off..." Mo yawned and swayed away, carrying a sickle.

His departure went unnoticed by the two people present.

Just as with His arrival—if He wanted to, no one could see Him; that is Death's rule.