Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 210 The Night the Stars Fell (Part 3)

It turns out that the best way to relieve worries is to keep yourself busy.

As long as you keep yourself busy, worries won't catch up with you. Get used to what you should get used to, and forget what you can't get used to. That's pretty much how life is.

"Is that so, Teacher Elena?" Little Fran easily gathered a ball of water together using the spare wand Elena had given her.

“Um…” Elena really wanted to say that wasn’t the case.

But she just couldn't bring herself to say it, because that's just how it is. No matter how much she exaggerated the requirements—Fran's magic was executed flawlessly.

Why are you so skilled? This is clearly your first time practicing this spell. This spell shouldn't be this easy, right?

Don't underestimate the power of simply gathering water together; it contains seventy-two major details and thirty-six minor details. You could say that this alone can give you a glimpse into how smoothly your future magic practice will go.

After all, the difference in magical skill between magicians, besides the amount of magical energy they possess, lies in their level of control over magic. Some people can trip and fall even when walking on flat ground, while others can walk a tightrope a hundred meters in the air with elephants hanging from both sides—that's the difference.

This gap is the distance between whether you can become a witch.

Of course, for the people of this world, simply being able to walk is already a remarkable achievement. After all, without magical aptitude, everything else is out of the question, except for those with cheat-like abilities.

Back then, Elena mastered the magic after practicing it only three times. She boasted about it to her classmates countless times and braggart to Teacher Fran countless times. She even asked Teacher Fran how many times she had practiced before she mastered it, and seeing her smile without saying a word, she felt a sense of satisfaction.

I must be the better one.

Seeing the innocent little girl in front of her speaking the most unbelievable words in the most ordinary tone, Elena felt an urge to go back in time and slap herself.

It's certainly sad to see yourself fail, but it's even more heartbreaking to see your peers succeed.

“You’ve already mastered this magic, let’s try another one,” Elena said with a dark expression.

"Huh? You've mastered it already? Is magic really that simple...?"

You could say that to me, but outside, you'd hardly survive a minute. No, I bet you'd only last thirty seconds.

It has to be you, teacher. When it comes to being a master, you are the best.

Then——

"Wind—" Little Fran waved her wand, and a strong gust of wind blew the target bottle over, also blowing a few leaves onto Elena's head.

"Fire!" Little Fran flicked her wand at the grass, then Elena gave her a slap on the head—"I told you to just put fire on your wand, why are you burning the grass? Do you want to rot in jail? This is a forest."

"Light——"

Hopefully, Qin gets good sleep.

Anyway, many animals in this forest are sure to have a bad night's sleep.

To avoid the horde of monsters seeking revenge against the bastard who wouldn't let them sleep properly, Elena and Fran have moved to countless different places to practice their magic.

Every time it was those monsters with bad tempers when they woke up, or monsters that came looking for food, Elena would pull Fran onto her broom and run away.

Fran's speed in mastering magic was simply incredible; she was a natural-born prodigy in magic.

Elena considered herself quite proud, having once served as Saya's temporary magic teacher. Although Saya had clearly gone easy on her and deliberately dragged things out to spend an extra day with her, Fran's magical aptitude was orders of magnitude higher in terms of learning ability.

Basically, Fran doesn't need to spend much time mastering those basic spells.

The sheer joy of flaunting her genius in front of Fran back then is now matched only by the sting of a slap in the face. Elena finally realizes that perhaps she isn't as talented as she thought.

Finally—while practicing a magic spell related to medicine making, this genius encountered a bottleneck.

Recalling her past experience of always having her teacher make her concoct medicines, Elena finally regained her confidence, realizing that she was at least better than her teacher at concocting medicines.

Thank goodness, I now know that this guy isn't cheating; he's not one of those born with innate wisdom, memories, or magical abilities.

From beginning to end, Elena firmly believed that this was Fran as a child—as for doubting why such a thing happened, what was there to doubt? Elena was already used to it.

Even if I told myself tomorrow that the world would crack and the continent would explode, I wouldn't even flinch.

Do you know how shocking Beatrice was?

Later, Elena named this common illness Beatrice syndrome in memory of the witch who had caused her immense psychological trauma.

As the night passed.

Fran, exhausted from practicing magic all night, collapsed and went to sleep.

Her laziness genes kicked in quickly, and she slept like a log—Irena didn't disturb her; she needed to go back to sleep too.

Anyway, there's no rush to leave these next few days. Let's see when little Fran, who traveled from the past to the future, will travel back. It'll be a good opportunity to study this strange magical phenomenon.

Surely I'll travel back in time eventually, otherwise how did my magic teacher, Fran, come into being?

Elena believed in the world's corrective effect; although there were many chaotic interferences in time, the world would always continue to operate correctly as always.

"You picked up a doll in such a short time?" Qin had actually woken up quite a while ago. What a joke! Would a person not wake up after being hit by a doll?

But because the master and apprentice were so engrossed in their magical practice, the harp remained hanging on the tree, undisturbed.

"Didn't you recognize her?" Elena laughed.

"Your teacher's illegitimate daughter? I didn't realize that. I thought she was a decent person. It's true what they say in books: those with squinty eyes are all cunning and scheming." Qin said.

He could tell that little Fran looked a lot like that squinty-eyed witch, but he was still asleep when Fran and Elena were explaining their long explanation of their past. He was awakened by the light magic.

"Read fewer books like this; stereotypes are unacceptable. She was Fran's teacher when I was a child."

"Do you have some kind of special constitution? It's strange that you could encounter such a strange thing—if it's according to the book, your condition should be called the protagonist's constitution."

The protagonist's physique.

Does it refer to encountering three high-ranking demons?

Except for the last one, which didn't scare him, the first two terrified him.

But then again… the things I've encountered seem to be things that most people wouldn't even experience in hundreds of lifetimes. Could it be that I really have the protagonist's template?

I'm tired, I don't want to think about it anymore.

"I'm going to sleep for a while. Call me if you need anything." Teaching all night is tiring too.