Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 188 The City of Faith, Istchi 6

The witch assessment of the Witch Integration Association always selects those with the greatest magical aptitude, not those with the highest moral character.

The witch's assessment doesn't involve a moral test—and in fact, most witches aren't good people. Moreover, when power, wealth, and status flow endlessly towards you, how many of those who initially hoped to slay dragons become the dragons that enslave others?

Within the witch community, there will always be a group of completely pure egoists.

They have a lot of wealth, but it's not enough.

Who would complain about having too many gold coins? Even if you can't use them all, you'd bury them in the ground in your next life and leave them to no one else.

In terms of status, they are often supreme beings in a country, either directly leaders of the kingdom or even more respected than the kingdom's leaders.

But who would feel that their position is prestigious enough to allow others to advance? Dictators would rather have those kingdom positions rot in their hands than share them with others.

With so much, is that enough?

It's not enough; greed knows no bounds. Desire is the essence of most people's lives. People never learn to be content; once they have something, they want more.

Emilia is a representative of this group of pure egoists.

In Ister, she was practically above everyone else, with only four other witches holding the same position. Among them, three were so engrossed in their magical research that they had no interest in power whatsoever, and held the position merely to amass more wealth to fund their magical studies.

Emilia, who already had enough, was not satisfied; she wanted to stay young forever.

She even said she wanted to live forever.

She wanted to continue all the good things in her life.

She envied those elves who could live so long. As the years passed, her youth faded, and wrinkles began to appear on her once fair face. All of this told her that she would die sooner or later.

Sooner or later, she will lose everything she has now. The high spirits she had when she first became a witch will soon fade into old age.

She started to feel afraid.

Out of fear, she began to seek ways to stay young forever.

In the realm of magic, she was undoubtedly a genius to become a witch. And with Ister being a long-established and powerful magical nation, she had access to a wealth of magical resources at her disposal. Over time, she naturally developed a magic that allowed her to rejuvenate.

But this has significant side effects and is not very "humane".

To regain a certain degree of youth, a large amount of magic is required. Moreover, the concentration of magic must meet certain standards; quantity alone is insufficient without quality. And the only material that meets this condition is the blood of a witch.

Only the blood of a witch can possess such a concentration of magic.

There may be other materials that Emilia hasn't discovered yet, but it's clear that this material is right in front of her and is the easiest to obtain.

So Emilia extended her greedy clutches to the other four witches. Compared to her cunning, those old guys who only studied magic were no match for her. With a little trickery, she made them willingly become her magical nourishment.

In the end, she became Ist's only witch and left no evidence against her.

Everyone knew that the witches had disappeared, but no one knew why.

Just then, a little mouse wandered in—Emnesia had discovered Emilia's secret research lab.

Why was it only Emnesia who discovered this secret research institute? Because only she had taken over the investigation into the plague incident in the downstream kingdoms, and many complaint letters had already been sent to Ister.

Following the source of pollution in the river, Emnessia inadvertently found Emilia's research lab.

Undoubtedly, knowing too much would lead to her being silenced, but Emilia had a better idea. The recent disappearance of the witch had caused widespread panic in East, and it was time to quell the unrest.

All you need to do is put forward a scapegoat.

And Amuncia was the unfortunate scapegoat.

It was absolutely perfect. As someone from the lowest rung of the kingdom, she was so discriminated against that no one would believe her.

One is the high-ranking national leader.

One is a lowly rat in the sewers.

It goes without saying who the public will believe.

If this little mouse could help calm the hearts of the people in the kingdom, then its death was worthwhile.

Today was the day to maximize the significance of this little mouse—but before her execution, Emilia received a letter. The letter was signed by Elaina, the witch who had just arrived in Ister.

She invited herself to a place to explore magic.

Wow... what an obvious trap.

Do you think you can't see their feelings for Amysia?

These outsiders are different from the locals; they lack self-identity, so it's perfectly normal for them to have doubts.

But so what? In East, even a dragon has to crawl like a snake.

Here, I am the king.

That's interesting, really. She's been so enthusiastic in inviting me to explore magic; how could I possibly refuse her kindness? Of course, I should shower her with even more greetings!

Emilia got up to check on the little guy who was bouncing around.

A witch who was only born a few years ago, whose teeth haven't even fully grown in yet, wants to meddle in other people's business.

Then so be it.

It's more fun when the cat is chasing the mouse and the mouse is making a fuss.

If the mouse doesn't even seem inclined to hop around, that's just too boring. That's not good.

……

“Miss Elena, with the execution taking place in Emnesia, what kind of magic would you like to discuss with me?” Emilia arrived at the agreed location with a warm smile.

The gray-haired brat just stood there dumbfounded.

"Well—seeing so many advanced magical technologies from Ister, I'm bound to get curious," Elena said, feigning interest. "Like that mirror crystal, it's so high-tech. Could you explain the magical principles behind it to me?"

“Miss Elena, you know that once you leave this kingdom, you will lose all your memories of it, so even if I explain it to you, you will eventually forget it,” Emilia said. “Of course, if you are willing to become a resident of Ister, then there will be no problem.”

"Like This……"

"Alright, I know what you're trying to do. Smiling all the time is tiring, so let's get straight to the point. Do you really have to get involved in that great sinner Emnicia's affairs?" Emilia's smile faded.

This turning face is faster than turning a book.

"You're the one who's clearly guilty, aren't you?" Elena stopped chuckling. "You're just crying wolf."

"Hehe, did Avelia tell you all this?" Emilia said. "We spared that little mouse's life back then, and it's been hopping around happily ever after."

Elena did not speak.

"You think you can change everything just because you're a witch?" Emilia gave a chilling smile. "Too young, too naive. You'll pay the price. Where are the Knights? Arrest the criminal Elena for slandering the national leader."

A large number of members of the orthodox knights brought by Emilia appeared and rushed towards Elena.

But what makes a witch a witch is, of course, different from ordinary magicians.

With many magicians, second only to witches, united, they certainly possess the strength to contend with witches.

But that doesn't mean witches will foolishly play turn-based rock-paper-scissors with you—they will dodge and hide.

Elena cast a spell, summoning a broom that propelled her into the air, and the group of mages gave chase. Soon, Emilia was left alone.

“Come out, you cockroach, weaker than a rat,” Emilia said, squinting.

Qin slowly emerged from the shadows.

"Heh, a diversionary tactic. But how could an ordinary ant possibly be a match for a witch? That's hilarious," Emilia laughed.