Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 110 The Desert Holy City of Santiago (Part 8)

Generally speaking, moral issues can't really stop Elena.

After all, she wasn't exactly a saint—but this one thing did make Elena hesitate. She could have simply ignored it and left, since the incident wasn't her fault anyway.

But her departure will lead to Atlanta being held accountable.

Although holding a witch accountable probably wouldn't cause any serious trouble.

But... Elena just didn't feel very happy.

To be fair, she was quite dissatisfied with Atlanta's past practices.

To maintain the facade of error, one must allow error to fill the void. To suffer like this every day—what is the point of living? At least Elena lacks this awareness of sacrificing herself for the kingdom.

If her hometown of Roberta were about to be bombed, she probably wouldn't have had the courage to defend it to the very end.

Perhaps it's out of sympathy for those who are already in a pitiful state, or perhaps it's out of admiration for those who possess lofty ideals that one cannot comprehend.

However, if possible, Elena still hoped for a way that would allow her to extricate herself while also sparing Atlan from accountability.

But how could such a method possibly exist?

Ugh, I really don't want to use my brain.

……

There's still no solution.

I racked my brains but couldn't come up with a solution—I'd better get out of this mess myself. Let this guy fill the rest of the hole himself. After all, it was her own doing.

Today is the day Elena decides to leave San Diego, but as soon as she steps outside, she finds Atlan doing some tedious work for her neighbor.

He's such a busy person.

"My Lord Prophet, he bit my nose and it's bleeding! Please, Prophet, help me!" said a man whose nose was bleeding.

"He actually bit someone's nose, that's unforgivable." Some onlookers around him were talking amongst themselves.

“Nonsense, he clearly bit his own nose,” said the other accused. “Please, Prophet, see the truth.”

"So that's how it is. He bit his own nose and then falsely accused others. What a bad person!" Other onlookers discussed among themselves.

"Bullshit, can you even bite your own nose? I can't reach it at all!" said the man with the broken nose.

“Yes, yes, you can’t bite your own nose at all,” someone else chimed in.

"You bit it while standing on the chair, isn't that enough?"

"Oh, that's it."

Elena stared dumbfounded at this group of people who seemed to lack common sense.

She could sense how speechless Atlanta was when faced with these people.

As expected, Atlan held his forehead, clearly fed up with these people's idiotic remarks.

“God said, ‘You have sinned by biting someone’s nose.’” Atlan pointed to the person who was accusing the one whose nose had been bitten.

That's wonderful, at least there are still people of normal intelligence in this kingdom.

As was customary, Atlan needed to take out a coin to verify whether she had correctly conveyed God's will. So, Atlan was about to do so, when she discovered…

Strange, did I not have any coins on me?

Damn it, I think I spent money when I went out to buy bread.

Are there really none left?

“Prophet, please use my copper coin. It is my honor to be bathed in the Lord’s glory,” said the man with the broken nose, respectfully taking out a copper coin.

what?

Atlan wanted to refuse from the bottom of his heart.

But now it seems there's no reason to refuse.

This……

The coins she carried had all been enchanted beforehand, while the others' coins hadn't. And now, she couldn't simply pull out her wand to cast a spell openly…

What to do? Should we grit our teeth and accept it, gambling on that 50% probability? Although these people are hopelessly stupid, they have an unusually keen insight into matters of dogma.

We must not let them notice anything unusual.

Time was of the essence, so Atlan had no choice but to accept the unenchanted bronze coin.

If it's a positive sign, then everything remains the same, as if nothing ever happened.

If it were the other way around, she would face the same predicament as her father, even though she was a witch—how could she possibly be burned to death if she didn't want to?

If a witch really does get burned alive, please tell me who she is—I'll definitely go to her grave and laugh at her for days.

But—if that happens, and I, as the prophet, refuse judgment and flee, then what was the point of my return in the first place? Didn't I return simply to become a prophet and perpetuate this error...?

It may sound a bit presumptuous, but if you can… Santiago, if you really exist, please roll heads—please save this nation that is already terminally ill.

The copper coins were tossed high into the air.

It glitters under the bright sun and soars and flips in the air like a gymnast.

Just as the copper coin was about to land in Atlan's hand, a flash of red light appeared from nowhere—and the coin vanished before everyone's eyes.

The person who stole the copper coins was a man dressed in black. His black hood obscured his face, and only the red light emanating from his left pupil could be vaguely seen.

"A demon—it's a demon—" The crowd scattered and fled.

“Prophet—protect us—” some people roared.

"Qin? What are you up to?" Elena tilted her head, wondering what kind of performance art Qin was doing, but suddenly she understood.

The coin fell—it must have landed tails.

Qin was preventing it from happening in advance—he knew his exaggerated vision all too well.

Suddenly, at that moment, a good idea popped into Elena's mind.

"Demon, die!" Elena summoned a broom and charged at the demon she spoke of. Before Atlan could make a move, she had already reached Qin.

“Great! It’s the prophet Elena! We are saved!” “My Lord, grant her divine power to defeat that demon.” “She’s so lovely.”

The battle between Elena and Qin reached high into the sky.

It looks very intense.

Soon, due to the twists and turns of the battle, they left the area, and no one around could see Qin and Elena anymore.

"Huh? Did the Apostle win?" "The demon has vanished." "That's great!"

Upon seeing this scene, Atlan summoned a broom and gave chase.

They flew until they were not far from the gates of Santiago before they saw Elena eating bread and Jean, who had long since thrown her black clothes aside.

"Thank you." Although Atlan was initially surprised, and even genuinely thought that a demon had come to her remote and impoverished village to eat its fill and wander around, seeing Elena rush over so bravely, he roughly guessed what had happened.

“When you get back, tell them that the Apostle Elaina perished together with the demon,” Elaina said. “This time, I won’t charge you.”

“Well, I really have to thank you for your kindness,” Atlanta replied. “Are you leaving now?”

"How much longer do you expect me to travel in that boring place?" Elena said, disgruntled.

He's really direct.

Upon returning to Atlantis, she announced the devastating news of Elena's "death in the line of duty." The entire kingdom was plunged into an atmosphere of grief in commemoration of her heroic sacrifice.

Even years later, Atlan was no longer a prophet.

The people of Santiago will always remember the day when Elena, the most devout follower of the great Atlantean prophet, fought a fierce battle for three hundred rounds against the wicked man (who had only stolen a copper coin) in an effort to save the kingdom, ultimately sealing the demon and dying from exhaustion.

Of course, these are stories that Elena and Qin, who are currently traveling, no longer know.