Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 208 The Night the Stars Fell (Part 1)

When you look up at the starry sky, the starry sky is also looking at you.

Looking at the boundless, shimmering starry sky, people can't help but wonder what lies higher up in the heavens.

The witches can roam freely in the sky, but they are also afraid of the pressure of the high altitude and dare not get too close.

Perhaps on ordinary days, looking at such a starry sky is an excellent way to relieve stress, but now, no matter what, it is difficult to dispel the emotions in one's heart.

Because of her bad mood and miscalculation of the distance, Elena was forced to spend the night in a large forest.

But neither the noisy atmosphere of the forest nor the hard, solid floor made it easy for her to fall asleep, so Elena decided to go for a walk.

As for Qin, he can sleep anywhere. If his hidden ailment doesn't flare up, he can sleep like a dead fish. He hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time, so let this dead fish sleep a little longer.

Forests are places that normal people usually dare not wander into, especially forests at night. This time of day is when many nocturnal monsters hunt. These monsters have superb night vision and usually travel in groups, making it difficult even for mages to deal with them.

Even if she were a witch, she wouldn't dare say she had a 100% guarantee of success.

But compared to the boredom of not being able to sleep, Elena was more willing to take a risk—she was quite confident of a safe retreat. By riding her broomstick into the sky, she could avoid most monsters and escape anytime, anywhere.

As for Qin, who is guarding the house, if those monsters choose to pick on this tough nut... let's hope the monsters are alright.

Elena sat under a big tree, gazing wistfully at the sky.

"Sigh..." Elena sighed deeply.

But the sound didn't sound quite right; it was as if there was another sighing.

Elena looked to the other side of the tree and saw another person sitting under the same tree, sighing. The other person appeared to be a little girl who looked to be around ten years old.

Are even kids this brave these days? This isn't exactly a safe zone.

I feel like I've seen this kid somewhere before. He seems so familiar—I've been feeling familiar with so many things lately. Could it be that my Beatrice syndrome is getting worse?

"Huh?" The other person seemed surprised that there was still someone there in the middle of the night.

"Where is your mother?" Elena asked.

"I don't have a mother," the little girl said, shaking her head.

"What about your dad?"

"I don't have a father either."

Oh, you're an orphan.

Two sentences made Elena feel guilty for the rest of her life.

Wait a minute, how did you get here? This seems to be deep in the forest. If I hadn't been so distracted today and flown in the wrong direction and miscalculated the distance, I wouldn't have ended up camping here for the night.

Don't tell me you're an indigenous person.

"So what's your name, and how did you get here?" Elena continued to ask.

"Big sister has so many questions." The little girl squinted and said with dissatisfaction, "Never mind—my name is Fran. As for why I came here, would you believe me if I said I didn't know? I thought I was dead."

Fran...

That squinting look—

"Teacher Fran!?" Elena exclaimed in shock.

“Teacher? I’ll sue you for defamation!” Little Fran said.

There's no mistake, just look at that squinting eye. Although I've never seen a picture of the teacher when she was a child, Irena is absolutely certain that this is the young Fran teacher. But why is the young Fran teacher here? Is the real Fran teacher doing well now?

Elena rushed over and pinched little Fran's face hard, wondering if she was dreaming.

"You're so tender... so tender... it hurts... I... so much..."

Wow, it's true.

Irene released her grip on Ms. Fran's hand: "Can you tell me how you got here?"

"How rude of you! You keep asking me all sorts of questions, and then you pinched my pretty face without my permission. Now you're asking me all sorts of questions like a noisy sparrow." Little Fran was angry. "I will never forgive you."

……

"Delicious..." Little Fran ate the bread in big bites. She hadn't eaten for almost three days, and she felt like she could eat a whole cow.

"Have you forgiven your sister?" Elena asked with a smile.

“I…” Little Fran looked at the bread in her hand, then at that wicked look in his eyes, “I forgive you.”

I don't know who said it, but it seems to be Wei Junjie, or rather, "A wise man knows when to yield, and he should bow his head when he should bow his head. He who takes a man's money is bound to be grateful."

I'll get my revenge on him for pinching my cheek another time.

“You still haven’t told me your name,” Little Fran said.

"You can call me Sister Elena."

Having your teacher call you "older sister," hehe, how interesting! For a brief moment, past troubles were left behind.

"I have a feeling you're thinking something bad," Little Fran said.

"How could that be? I'm a good person."

"Bad people usually claim to be good people."

"Give me back my bread."

Little Fran swallowed the rest of the bread whole: "Where's the bread?"

Elena had often felt that her three-tenths of her skills came from her teacher, and now she had finally found the evidence.

"How did you get here?" Elena returned to her original question.

“Hmm…it’s hard to explain. Have you ever heard of the Deep Forest?” Little Fran said. “I grew up in that kingdom.”

Oh, the Deep Forest? I've never heard of it.

So that's where my teacher's hometown is.

She never told herself that.

"I was chosen as a sacrifice and locked in the basement. I thought I was going to die, and then suddenly I was here," Little Fran said. "Isn't that magical? I don't believe such a stupid story."

"I believe."

After all, I've already experienced countless unbelievable things.

"So, where is this place?" Little Fran asked.

"This is the future."

"future?"

"future."

I think I know why you accepted it so quickly. It's because my threshold for acceptance isn't high enough. Little Fran thought to herself.

“Tell me more about your country, and in exchange, I’ll teach you magic,” Elena said with a smile.

Normal people would need to have their magical aptitude tested or something.

Fran... the future Star Witch, what kind of aptitude test is needed? Becoming your teacher's teacher is much more exciting than having your teacher call you "older sister."

"You know magic?"

"Of course, I am a witch."

"Well……"

"Think about it, if you learned magic, wouldn't you be able to travel back in time and defeat the villains who wanted to sacrifice you?"

Little Fran was quickly persuaded by Elena.