Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 215 The Peaceful Kingdom Roberta Again Part 3

It seems that Elena knew something about Jean; his childhood was difficult, so he didn't show much emotional fluctuation. Therefore, Victorica wasn't angry at Jean's apparent indifference.

Victorique once wrote to inquire about Jean's past, but Elena was generally vague about it, basically saying, "Don't ask anymore, it's all in the past."

Since Elena had already said so, Victorique naturally didn't feel obligated to press for an answer. She also had a vague, basic guess—Jin's parents were very harsh on him, to the point that he wanted to run away from home.

So she gave Qin his second home.

Not to mention that he saved his own daughter and is a good person.

Finding another person that Elena can fall in love with is incredibly difficult; doesn't she know her own daughter well enough?

Let's get back to the zither.

If he had a choice, he would very, very, very much like to continue like this. Here, he could clearly perceive that he was still alive.

I've lived longer in these last few years than in the previous decade or so combined.

He vaguely recalled what Emnicia had said: faced with the unknown, she still chose to confront it. He, however, lacked the courage to face it with such composure.

In this respect, he is not even as good as that Campbell.

Like moths drawn to a flame, they choose death over life. Knowing you are no match, do you have the courage to raise your sword against your opponent?

Beatrice, ya.

Qin stayed alone in her room, deep in thought. Elena went out to run some errands; after all, she had just returned to Roberta and needed to greet her neighbors.

During this time, Campbell's parents came to see him and told him that they hadn't supervised their child properly and that he had stolen the sword. They were very grateful to Qin for stopping Campbell before he caused any harm.

Jean saw the once robust adult man, the man who had always provided Campbell with an environment that fostered his confidence, now beginning to grow gray hair. Life is unpredictable—everyone changes, and time is the fairest thing.

"What? You guessed I was here?" A doll gradually appeared beside Qin. "Sighing and groaning, Qin, you've really changed a lot."

“I’ve always known you were here, Angela,” Jean said.

"Hmm, good to know. Look how kind I am to you, letting you see the person you wanted to see." Angela said, crossing her legs. "I've always felt that, at least to you, I've been quite kind."

“I can’t handle this kind of kindness. If you can, you can find someone else to show your kindness.”

“You’re not the only one making choices; I’m making choices too. You have no right to choose, and neither do I. You seem to have lost your spirit, fooled by fate, but I, high above, am no less a slave to reality,” Angela said. “Alright, alright, there’s no point in saying more. You’ve had enough fun, haven’t you? It’s time to come back with me. I shouldn’t need to lift a finger, should I?”

"You really aren't giving me a chance? If, just suppose, I fought back with my life, what would you do?" Qin said.

Inside the room, a magic circle lit up at some unknown time, and suddenly the somewhat dark room was illuminated as brightly as day.

Three figures suddenly appeared in the room, making the already cramped room feel even more crowded.

A blonde girl was pushing a wheelchair, and the person sitting in the wheelchair looked exactly like a doll. At the same time, a blue-haired elf was watching Qin with her arms crossed.

"Let's meet formally, Jean." The real Angela withdrew the spell cast on the puppet.

Three snow guards...

“The three Snow Guards really think highly of me… but what if my plan to harm you, an unknown entity, fails despite my desperate resistance and risking my life?” Qin said.

“You know what? Controlling people’s hearts never requires magic; reality is the best magic,” Angela smiled. “Until then, Anna.”

"I'm here." Anna's shadow suddenly split, then transformed into several shadowy warriors to block the sudden magic.

“Miss Elena, I’ve already given you a heads-up, so please don’t stop us,” Angela said with a smile. “I didn’t have to give you a heads-up—you’d better appreciate my kindness and repay the favor.”

"You demons..." Elaina sensed something was wrong and rushed back. But facing the pressure from the three witches, Elaina felt suffocated—the magic power of any one of them was immense. Especially Angela in her wheelchair; she had never encountered witches with such terrifying magical power.

“Demons?” Angela murmured. “Then we are… there is no difference between humans and demons.”

"Qin, don't you want to die? Then try killing yourself and show me," Angela continued. "Don't worry, I won't interfere in any way."

“Aren’t you going to threaten to kill yourselves?” Angela said. “Then let me see your resolve. If you can do it, then let me see.”

"Which of you truly wants to die?"

The scene suddenly became very silent.

There was no movement for a very long time.

“Jin, you’re starting to fear death,” Angela laughed. “Isn’t this the reins? The best reins to control you. If you could commit suicide right now, we absolutely wouldn’t take any action to retaliate against Roberta. Because it would be pointless. Now, can you do it?”

The best magician to control people's hearts is reality.

Angela controlled the entire situation. Because she knew how Qin would choose.

Even after Jean left Beatrice, she knew this choice would come.

"Aren't you afraid your plan will fail?" Elena refused to give up. "With Qin dead, your unknown plan will definitely come to nothing."

“Failure. You’re saying our plan will fail?” Angela seemed to have heard a joke. “So what if we fail? Who do you think we’re doing this for? Aren’t we doing it for you ignorant people living in a land of comfort and not knowing what we’re doing? So what if we fail? Anyway—we’ll all die together. Anyway, we’ve lived in the shadows and have never seen the light in your eyes.”

"So, we have to sacrifice Qin?"

“Sacrifice? Maybe, but it doesn’t necessarily mean death. Hah hah—” Angela said, “We have no choice. So do you, Miss Elena. He might not die if he comes back with me, but he will definitely die here.”

"That's enough, that's fine," Qin said.

“Qin…” Elena didn’t know what to say.

“It’s pointless. I knew it all along. I knew this day would come,” Qin said. “Let’s go.”

“You’ll die…”

“Elena, I’m not actually afraid of death now, but I don’t want to die meaninglessly. Their promises are like a devil’s pact; believing them is a death wish,” Jean said. “I will try my luck; at least, their ultimate goal isn’t for me to die.”

"don't want--"

“A wise choice. Although you didn’t really have a choice,” Angela said. “Let’s go. Goodbye, Miss Elena—no, this should be the last time, Miss Elena.”

After a flash of light, everything became empty.