Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 173 The City of Freedom, Kunozchi 5

Today is definitely the unluckiest day in Laplace's life.

Kunoz, who used to be unable to see a single witch, has suddenly appeared in countless numbers these past few days. It's safe to say that an average person wouldn't see as many witches in a lifetime as she has in just these few days.

The witches came to the party as if money were no object.

What makes Antique Hall so special that you all want to gang up on us? Anyone who didn't know better would think we were here to take down a world boss.

If we include Ludra, who has absolutely no connection to this matter, then this Kunoz now has a total of six witches.

If such a number of witches were placed in a kingdom, it would be enough to transform a small country into a magical superpower, although it would still be far from being a magical superpower. However, it should be noted that many kingdoms do not have magicians, let alone witches.

"So, Ms. Fran, what are you doing here?" Elena asked curiously.

The last time I met Professor Fran was at the Royal Academy of Magic in Serestria, where she was a magic professor. Kunoz is at least several thousand miles away from Royal Serestria; even a witch flying on a broom would take her a month to reach that distance.

Of course, there are other ways to travel between countries besides flying on a broom. If you're willing to spend money, there are some magical means (such as small-scale teleportation) that can help you travel faster. However, for Elena, the scenery between countries is part of the journey, so there's no need to spend money to travel from one kingdom to another.

"What? Can't I come?" Fran cast a spell to drag Laplace and her accomplices, who were already bound hand and foot, and prepared to send them to the relevant department of the Magic Integration Association for suppression.

She is not a member of the association, but the association itself certainly welcomes anyone to complete its tasks.

The academy was on holiday, and since she had nothing better to do, she accepted Sheila's invitation to help deal with the local criminal forces. Meeting Elaina was unexpected for Fran—after all, Elaina traveled extensively, and no one knew her exact itinerary.

"So, Professor Sheila, they were just bait?" Saya asked, feeling wronged.

She was still in Amuncia's body at this moment—there was no antidote for the magical dust, or rather, there was, but preparing an antidote was quite troublesome. However, the magic only lasted for a day, so there was no rush; the magic would simply end naturally when the time was up.

“Oh right, as your teacher, I can’t just ignore the task I’ve assigned you,” Sheila said, holding her pipe. “I should have said I would come.”

She would naturally pay extra attention to things involving criminal gangs.

Although it seems that the focus is a bit too intense, even internationally notorious fugitives probably don't experience that many witches chasing them.

Her original intention was for Saya to lure out the people from the Antique Hall, and then she could simply follow the trail to deal with them. But she didn't expect Elaina to almost finish it all by herself…

The two pairs of teachers and students talked amongst themselves.

At the end of the line, there were, of course, two invisible people.

One type is someone who naturally becomes silent in a crowd. If he knows the people around him well, he might say a few words. But in this situation, he naturally becomes a silent, moving statue.

Another issue was that she wasn't familiar with any of these people—she felt she had nothing to say to them, and she always felt it would be awkward to force herself to join in the conversation. Fortunately, there was someone else who was just as aloof as her, and she remained silent with them.

But feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange, Emnicia decided to say something.

If you don't have anything to talk about, find something.

“We’ll be in Ister soon,” Emnicia said.

If they hadn't taken a detour to Kunoz, they might have already reached the City of Faith, East. Even from here, it's only a week's walk to East.

If we hurry, it might take four days to arrive.

“Going home is good,” Qin said.

“But I don’t know why, I always feel like I’m afraid of something,” Amuncia said. “I seem to be afraid of my hometown.”

Good grief, you've got Beatrice syndrome too?

Jean glanced at Emnicia without showing any emotion—she was still wearing Saya's skin at this moment.

“You might not believe it, but I feel very conflicted. There’s a voice telling me not to go back, that going back will drag me into an unknown vortex,” Amuncia said. “It’s advising me that it’s fine to live like this. Although I’ve forgotten everything from the past, I don’t have amnesia every day now, so living like this doesn’t seem so bad.”

“But another voice told me that I had to go back. Both my diary and my subconscious told me that I still had a mission to complete in East, the city of faith. And... there was someone important waiting for me there, even though I had completely forgotten her, I wanted to see her.”

Amnesia talked on and on.

She hasn't written in her diary for a long time. She probably doesn't have the habit of writing in a diary, but she's forced to write because she's losing memories every day.

"So, what is your choice?" Qin asked.

“We’ve come this far. It’s not good to make the first decision to back down—a hero doesn’t back down,” Amuncia said. “Fear solves nothing.”

"Ah."

"How cold-hearted. I thought you would say something to praise me..."

"You're better than me."

Is that a compliment? I guess so. Better than him? I wouldn't dare say that. Just think, he can smash a wall with one punch; I'm no match for him.

For him to eliminate himself is not much harder than killing a chicken... perhaps even easier?

He was probably just giving a casual compliment.

“You made a decision that I couldn’t have made all by yourself,” Qin said.

"Huh?" Emnicia didn't quite understand.

She had no idea what Qin was talking about, since she knew nothing about Beatrice and Qin had no intention of telling her.

Rather than arousing the curiosity of irrelevant people, it's better to keep this secret to yourself.

Returning to one's hometown... that really takes a lot of courage.

That hell...

“I probably won’t be able to escape in the end, I will definitely go back. Because someone will make the choice for me.” Jean said something that Amysia couldn’t understand at all.

"Who chose this for you? Irene?"

“I don’t know either…maybe it’s not even human,” Qin said.

Within the prescribed confines, no one knows who the director is.

Just like his initial escape, his return was also part of an inevitable arrangement. Perhaps, at some point in the future, he will face the same choice that Amnesia is facing right now.

However, she now has a choice, and she has chosen the option he dared not choose.

He had no choice.

Hopefully, that moment won't come too soon.