Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 211 The Night the Stars Fell (Part 4)

Having a good night's sleep is something many people dream of.

When you want to compliment someone on their good sleep quality, you can pat them on the shoulder and say, "You sleep like a pig."

Right now, Irene was patting little Fran, who was a head shorter than her, on the shoulder and saying those words to her. "How could you sleep all day without even realizing it? It's amazing you could wake up in that environment where anyone who came would die."

When Fran woke up, it was already evening. Elena's initial plan was to introduce her to Qin, but for some reason, the druid demon lurking within him suddenly became restless. He needed to spend a lot of energy controlling his emotions and was currently in seclusion in an unknown cave.

Considering that Ms. Fran had no prior knowledge of the piano.

It's probably the timeline correction effect kicking in. In other words, there's no way I can find Jean now—or rather, there's no way Fran can see Jean at this point in time.

The reason is unknown; the theories about time are still too profound and complex.

Elena sometimes wondered what would happen if she told Fran about her relationship with Jean, but for some reason, instinctively, she felt it was best not to do so.

Because doing so would seem to violate some unpleasant rules.

Time is something with infinite mysteries, so it's best not to try to exploit bugs. If you mess with time, the world line might correct you first, or rather... physically correct you.

As the saying goes, we may not be able to solve the problem, but we can solve the person who raised it.

Elena is a very straightforward person, but she chickened out...

"Today, we will learn the magic of flight, a magic that will allow us to escape when we encounter danger," Elena said, putting aside her thoughts.

"Running around like yesterday?"

"Who do you think made us run around everywhere?"

"hey-hey."

Elena forcibly suppressed her urge to complain, and then continued, "Although there are traces of humans on most of the continent, in fact, humans are a very fragile race. In terms of magical strength, they cannot compare with demons and elves, and in terms of physical strength, they are far behind beastmen. The reason why humans can occupy this continent is nothing more than their omnipotence."

When faced with danger, humans will first rely on their own wisdom to turn misfortune into good fortune. Compared to the more stubborn and reckless orcs, humans are much more flexible.

"Isn't it because humans are better at having children?"

You know too much, kid.

"In short, escaping is a very important lesson. My teacher gave me several months of training specifically on escaping," Elena said.

"Your teacher is really a coward."

Hehe, hehe, say more.

When I meet you in the future, let's see if you still remember what we said.

I can't be the only one feeling embarrassed.

Elena took out a magic broom: "This is our flying tool. Although other things can theoretically fly, and flying on a sword as described in some novels is not impossible, a broom is always the first choice for magicians—it's really difficult to control the magic power of other things to fly."

Many people can't even handle a broom properly, let alone fly on a sword? The sword flies, but the person falls from the sky before even taking off.

Aside from a few people with delusions of grandeur, no one would choose those thankless and strenuous flying tools.

By the time I've truly mastered the magical skill of flying, I'll have long since passed the age of being a rebellious teenager.

Then, Elena had Fran try to control the broom to take off. Miss Broom seemed quite cooperative; if she had more magic, she might have taken off on her own, carrying Fran with her.

"Teacher—I'm flying!" Fran excitedly rode her broomstick. Even if she only rose a meter into the air, it was enough to excite a little child for a long time.

"Make sure you don't fall," Elena said. "When you're actually flying, you won't be able to fly properly if you're clinging to the broom like that."

"Teacher, what if you accidentally fall? There will always be accidents like that," Fran asked.

"If your magic skills are superb, you can command a broom to fly down and catch you—if not, well, good luck."

Throughout history, quite a few magicians have fallen to their deaths. I myself almost fell once because of that damned magic cloud weather—I was practically dancing in the face of death, but thankfully I bounced back.

But generally speaking, it's not as exaggerated as Elena said. Most magicians have actually learned forced landing magic, which allows them to use air currents to slow their fall just before landing.

Therefore, people who fall from low altitudes are unlikely to die, but they will inevitably suffer disabilities for a month or two. After all, injuries are unavoidable no matter what.

However, most magicians choose to fly at high altitudes... because low-altitude flight always has various obstacles, which increases the difficulty of flying, while high-altitude flight is unobstructed and offers a clear view.

The price to pay is that falling from a great height is truly beyond saving, even by divine intervention.

After practicing for only a few hours, Fran had basically mastered the essentials of flying; the rest was up to her to familiarize herself with it.

This process of getting familiar with the material is even more important. As the saying goes, "The master leads you through the door, but the practice is up to you." No one can help you with this part. The most important test in the witch's examination is that everyone competes by casting spells in the air while riding brooms. Only the last person left in the air can advance to the next stage of the witch's examination.

Even Elaine, now a witch, wouldn't want to take that kind of test again.

Everyone else is a top performer. In a chaotic battle with multiple opponents, even the slightest fluctuation can drastically increase the difficulty of driving, and you could be shot down if you're not careful.

Those who make it to the end have absolutely mastered the technique of broom flying.

"Teacher, is something on your mind?" Fran suddenly asked.

"Huh? No."

“No? I saw the teacher looking in a certain direction the whole time,” Fran said.

Ok……

Elena was looking in the direction of the cave where Jean had chosen to meditate—after all, it was a demon's counterattack, and it was impossible for Elena not to be worried, even though Jean had said that such things were actually quite common.

"Keep practicing, don't get distracted," Elena said.

"Oh."

But it would have been better if she hadn't brought it up. Now that Fran had brought it up, Irena couldn't help but overthink—would that guy be alright? After all, she'd had too many upsetting things going on lately, and to make matters worse, the druids were starting to retaliate at this time. It was really worrying.

As a result, Professor Elena became distracted during the second half of the magic lesson.