Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 163 Footprints Left by Dreams

Where is this place?

The surroundings were shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Elena tried to dispel the mist with magic, but found herself completely unable to use any magic. Here, she couldn't sense any magic, and naturally, she couldn't summon it.

"Am I dreaming?" Elena muttered to herself. It was a lucid dream, which was quite rare.

Elena reached out and began to explore the misty world. She felt she could easily trip over it if she didn't.

Isn't it said that what you think about during the day, you dream about at night? Why am I having such a strange dream?

I really can't see anything.

Just then, the thick fog lifted slightly. A dilapidated scene flashed before Elena's eyes—it was...it was...

I recognized the scene immediately, but then I forgot what it was the next moment.

Then, the surroundings became shrouded in mist again.

What a strange place, so boring. Maybe I should change my dream.

As Elena was thinking this, a scene flashed before her eyes: she was attacked by Cain, then a white light appeared before her eyes, and then Cain was swallowed by the white light.

Unlike before, she could now clearly see what was emitting the white light. Previously, when she was attacked by Cain, her brain had been slowed several times over by the demon's magic, so she couldn't react at all to what was glowing.

Now, as an observer, she could finally see the specific object that was glowing.

That was a card, a tarot card.

The word "world" felt strangely familiar to her.

Because of everything that had happened, Elena couldn't remember where she had seen this card before; it just felt strangely familiar.

That sense of familiarity was a subconscious one, but the specifics, no matter how much I tried to recall, remained unclear, like a persistent fog that I couldn't quite grasp.

It seems... someone did a divination for themselves?

Irena tried hard to recall the unfamiliar face of the person who had given her a divination, and tried to see through the fog to understand that person's identity.

But she failed, and with a roaring protest from her brain, she nearly collapsed.

"Face the past, create the future, change your destiny." Amidst the roar, came a somewhat familiar yet ethereal female voice that I couldn't quite place.

I've seen this person before.

When exactly?

Elena was confident in her memory; after all, she had achieved top marks in the witch's written exam. If she had a bad memory, she would never have been able to remember those complex magic spells and potion ratios.

But at this moment, this familiar yet unremembered feeling is making me anxious and annoyed.

"Who are you?" Elena asked instinctively.

Then she laughed at herself, saying, "It's just a dream. Will I get an answer if I ask? How ridiculous."

But to her surprise, the ethereal voice answered her.

"It's meaningless; you'll forget it when you wake up."

She actually answered. Which powerful witch possesses such profound mastery of dream magic? In all of Elaina's knowledge, the one with the highest mastery of dream magic was none other than that Dream Witch who had passed away many years ago.

That is, the creator of the dream magic that Fran used.

"Then what are you doing in my dream?" Elena retorted.

Isn't this ridiculous? I can't remember anything anyway. I can't even sleep peacefully. Are you just bored and want to wander into other people's dreams?

"Correction, it was you who intruded into my dream," the ethereal voice replied. "Although the cause was mine."

If you don't understand a single word, can the riddle teller just leave?

Can't you just explain things clearly...?

Just as Elena was about to say something more, an overwhelming wave of exhaustion washed over her. "I actually want to sleep in my dream? Is there no justice in this world? This doesn't make sense biologically."

"Although I can't remember, can you tell me your name?" Elena asked with all her might, trying to sound curious.

She was completely different from Amysia. The latter would never ask a question she shouldn't ask, but she was rebellious and would ask questions out of curiosity, without caring whether her curiosity would get her killed.

"I have many names."

"Ophelia."

"Isabella."

"Or..."

Beatrice.

Elena was completely unfamiliar with the names before, until the last sound, like a thunderclap, made her pupils widen suddenly.

Beatrice...

Could it be a coincidence? That's impossible.

But Elena couldn't think any further; her thoughts came to an abrupt halt. An overwhelming drowsiness made her close her eyes, and when she opened them again, Elena saw a dimly lit room and an unfamiliar ceiling.

Have I woken up from a dream?

What was I dreaming about? Something really shocked me; I was still sweating from the shock. But I've completely forgotten it now.

Elena tried hard to recall what she had dreamt about, but could only remember that she seemed to be walking in a fog, and then she couldn't remember anything else.

"What's wrong?" Elena was deep in thought when she was startled by a sudden remark from inside the room.

"Qin, aren't you sleeping at this hour?" Elena said to the person under the bed.

It makes me angry just thinking about it. I like to lie on the wooden floor, saying that's how I can fall asleep.

Elena didn't want to force Qin to correct her psychological trauma anymore. After all, Qin also had things that bothered her, and she would resent those who forced her to change, even if the person meant well.

But that doesn't stop her from feeling somewhat annoyed.

"Should I say you woke me up with your startling antics?"

"You're a light sleeper."

"That's not it. After all, I need to confirm whether Cain has infiltrated your body. Although the probability is extremely small, I need to be on high alert and confirm it carefully in the next few days."

Suddenly, that feeling of dissatisfaction vanished. Instead, there was an inexplicable joy... and a touch of sadness.

"Qin, listen to me, can you grant me a small wish?" Elena said.

"Tell me."

“Come up and sleep with me. I was frightened and can’t sleep.”

"You're lying. You fell asleep less than half a minute after you came back."

I hate that you're such a blockhead.

I'm just making an excuse, aren't I? I've given you the answer, but you can't even copy homework properly.

Is it easy for me, a girl?

"Then I'll come down and sleep with you?" Elena said somewhat gloomily.

Qin was silent.

"So you agree." Elena smoothly rolled off the bed, wrapped herself in the blanket, and fell to the floor with a thud. Ouch.

But occasionally lying on the board seems to taste pretty good.

Elena's mysterious actions left Jean completely bewildered.

And so, the two of them lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

If there were any bystanders at this moment, they would definitely suspect that these two people are mentally ill.