Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

"are you OK?"

The journey was forced to stop midway. Although this had happened before, it had become unusually frequent recently, and the reason was the person currently convulsing on the floor.

Because he insisted on not lying in bed, Elena could only let him convulse on the floor. In this state, Qin was simply unable to travel.

Irene's question went unanswered by Qin.

Countless beads of cold sweat poured from his forehead, and the excruciating pain prevented him from uttering a single syllable.

No matter how used to it, this excruciating pain must be experienced from time to time—it is the rejection effect of his body's cells undergoing another large-scale transformation.

The consequences of that human modification—whether Jean likes it or not—are something he must bear.

With constant hunger and intermittent pain, it's no wonder he often felt he had lived enough.

Compared to when Irene was sick and Qin could perhaps offer some help, now Elena is completely helpless regarding Qin's condition.

She had suggested trying painkillers, but Qin replied that if they were effective, he wouldn't be in so much pain anymore.

So far, the only medicine that has worked on him is the tranquilizer that Dr. Slater, the eccentric doctor, prepared for him when he was in Beatrice.

There are no special drugs on the market specifically developed for his unique physical condition.

Ultimately, there is no profit to be made.

Moreover, regardless of their character, the genius of the person who developed that special drug, along with Beatrice's advanced magical knowledge, cannot be replaced by external magical conditions.

Whenever this happened, Elena could only stop her journey, place her harp in a slightly more stable spot, and watch over him.

“It’s okay to scream if it hurts, it’s not shameful,” Elena said. She had experienced it firsthand, and she still couldn’t forget that feeling of being neither alive nor dead.

And that was after being diluted with a sedative.

Whether Qin heard him or not, he was still biting his lip, and blood was gushing out from the cut on his lip.

This "transformation" lasted exceptionally long, and it wasn't until nightfall that the cold sweat on Qin's body gradually subsided.

Exhausted from fighting the pain, he had already fallen asleep.

The kingdom they were currently in was called Melunir, a rather ordinary country with nothing particularly special about it. After visiting so many strange places, they found it much more comfortable to stay in such a peaceful kingdom.

There's no need to worry about the wickedness of people's hearts.

There's no need to worry about gains or losses.

However… Elena stopped writing, put away her diary, slowly stood up, and after confirming that Qin was alright, she left the room and went to the inn next door to make her bed and lie down.

After all, she had been waiting all day and needed to rest.

The next morning, Qin was still asleep—Irena left a broom to watch over him in case he got into trouble again and ran off, while she herself wanted to explore the kingdom more thoroughly.

Her magical research requires materials, so in addition to purchasing them from the association, she also needs to pay attention to collecting them on a daily basis.

After all, the prices of various magical materials vary depending on local conditions. For example, the price of a material like cuttlefish gallbladder might be several times higher in a mountainous area, and it might not even be available at the local branch of the Magical Association.

And if you're by the sea, this material will be cheaper than bread.

Therefore, some traveling merchants who travel between countries make their living by earning the price difference under these conditions.

If Elena wanted, she could easily act as a merchant to earn gold coins. However, firstly, she disliked trouble, and secondly, she lacked experience in business as she was unclear about which goods were in high demand and which were in low demand across different countries.

Finally... she has too many ways to make money and doesn't need this inefficient way.

"Are these spider lilies?" Elena asked, stopping to look at the potted plants displayed at the entrance of the flower shop.

“Oh, miss, you have a good eye,” the florist chuckled. “But here, we usually call it Manjusaka. I think that name is very elegant.”

It does seem a bit more elegant than the name "Red Spider Lily".

"Do you like spider lilies, miss?" the florist asked. "To be honest, very few people buy this kind of flower. This is my first time opening a shop, so I don't have much experience. I imported quite a lot of these flowers. If you like them, I can sell them to you at a discount."

It's not a matter of liking.

But it's not that I dislike it.

Let's buy a bouquet for Qin.

"how much is it?"

"Five copper coins a bundle..."

It's quite cheap, considering it's only five copper coins for a bunch of flowers. If you were to exchange it for lilies or something similar, a bunch of flowers would cost at least two silver coins.

(I've forgotten if I mentioned it before, but in the Magic Journey world, one silver coin equals ten copper coins, one gold coin equals ten silver coins, and bread is generally one copper coin. So, let's apply that to the context.)

After Elena nodded, the florist deftly tied up the spider lilies and then took out packaging and decoration materials: "Are you giving them away as gifts? Or are you keeping them for yourself? These two packaging methods are different."

"Giving it away."

"Oh, but if I may be so bold, there are fewer people who give away spider lilies than people who buy them. At least some of the people who buy spider lilies do so to use them as magical materials."

"why?"

"Miss, do you know the meaning of the red spider lily?" The florist handed the bouquet of red spider lilies to Elena after wrapping it up as a gift.

Elena shook her head.

She had never bothered to learn about the language of flowers. After all, she had never given flowers—and rarely even gifts.

“It’s passion, isolation, reunion, giving up—” the boss paused and said, “and…sad memories…”

Is that so?

"I understand." Elena nodded and left.

After wandering around outside for a while longer, Elena returned to the inn.

"Lady Elena, you're back." Miss Broom took the bunch of spider lilies from Elena's arms. "Lady Qin is still asleep."

Elena checked the time.

I've been sleeping for almost a whole day.

But shortly after Miss Broom finished speaking, Qin opened her eyes.

It can be described as a medical miracle.

How can it be……

Clearly, Qin had been motionless and hadn't opened his eyes, leading the broom to mistakenly believe he was still asleep. The reason Qin opened his eyes was quite simple.

"Did you buy this?" Qin calmly looked at the bunch of spider lilies that had been placed on the table by the broom.

"No, no, it fell from the sky, it just happened to fall in through the window," Elena said seriously.

"How can you talk such nonsense with such a straight face?"

“Then you’ll have to ask that guy who solemnly told me there was bread at the market. I know his tricks by heart,” Elena said. “Are you feeling better?”

"He's not dead."

"You still talk so gloomy. Fine, it would be too harsh of me not to let you talk at all—these are the flowers I bought for you."

"Thank you."

For some reason, hearing this word felt quite nice, as if all I had done was to hear it. Turns out, I'm actually quite easily satisfied.