Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 203 The Magical City of Pierpont, Part 4

"Does the association have any more detailed records about this great witch? Like, records that haven't disappeared?" Elena asked.

Emily, of course, had no idea what Elena was thinking, but seeing how interested the Gray Witch was in the history of the association naturally aroused her strong liking—this was something she excelled at, after all, history was the subject she was best at.

This is one of the biggest reasons why she was able to become a receptionist at the headquarters of the Magic Integration Association; she has an extensive knowledge of the association's history and can easily handle all kinds of tricky questions from others.

"This legendary witch took on several disciples throughout her life, and each of them later became a truly terrifying figure with far-reaching influence," the waiter said with a smile.

It's important to understand that a teacher's excellence doesn't necessarily mean that the student will be excellent as well.

Perhaps a witch possesses exceptional magical skills, but if she has poor judgment and chooses disciples with unsuitable aptitude, then even the most capable teacher is useless. Generally speaking, witches, in order to protect their reputation, do not easily accept disciples, and even if they do, they will rarely take on more than two in their lifetime.

Although there is no explicit rule, this is basically a customary practice that has been established over time.

But Beatrice, the witch, was different. She had dozens of disciples, each a truly terrifying powerhouse. Individually, each possessed the potential to become the association's president, but for various reasons, none of these disciples later joined the Magic Unification Association.

"Have you ever been to the Garden of Demi-Europe?" Emily suddenly asked. "It's that magical powerhouse that's famous for its magical dolls."

"Yes, it left a deep impression." Elena nodded. If nothing unexpected happens, her and Jean's wanted posters might still be hanging on the walls of that kingdom's streets.

“The founder of that kingdom, the Flower Witch Angela, was the eldest disciple of the great witch Beatrice,” Emily said. “And her second disciple, the Rain Witch Lilith, was the renowned witch of the Water Country, as were the Death Witch Ekaterina and the Wealth Witch Anchorage…”

Irene then realized that all the witches she had heard about before were actually related to this Beatrice.

I visited the founder of the Death of Sperado a long, long time ago. The Witch of Death was actually her student... Hmm... I really didn't expect that at all.

Elena didn't notice anything amiss, but Qin's pupils suddenly began to tremble.

This perpetually expressionless man finally showed a hint of shock—he was completely stunned, which was quite different from his usual blank expression.

"What did you say the name of the Flower Witch is?" Qin asked.

“Angela, do you think I would forget my eldest disciple’s name?” Emily said with a hint of dissatisfaction. She thought that Jean was questioning her professional ability and that she thought she had made a mistake.

But just as Qin was about to ask something else, the waiter suddenly lost his senses and stumbled, almost falling over.

Irene instinctively steadied the girl who almost fell even while standing.

I've heard of people falling on flat ground, but I've never seen anyone fall while standing.

Elena wanted to complain, but she found that the other person was gripping her hand quite tightly.

“Miss Emily?” Elena whispered, “You’re hurting me.”

"I'm really sorry, I'll be gentler next time," Emily said with a light laugh.

In a split second, Jean reached out and grabbed Elena, pulling her behind him protectively. It was the first time he had ever been so rough with Elena, but at that moment he couldn't care less about anything else; his instinct was to keep Elena away from Emily.

“You’re not Emily.” Elena immediately realized that Emily’s current state was not right.

"Does the answer matter, yes or no?" Emily, completely unconcerned by Jean's hostile gaze, walked a few steps down the corridor and whispered to herself, putting her finger to her lips.

"Miss Elena, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please allow me to give a formal introduction. I am Angela, a Snow Guard of the B-rank Beatrice and a Silk Witch. Now, may I introduce myself properly?"

Elena finally understood why Qin's emotions had been off just now.

Her name is also Angela.

This name—it's definitely not a coincidence.

One or two times might be a coincidence.

But there's no coincidence that could be this perfect.

"Are you the Flower Witch?" Elena asked tentatively. That didn't make sense; unless the other person was an elf, how could they have lived so long? She remembered the Flower Witch as someone from a thousand years ago.

"The Flower Witch?" Emily, actually Angela, said thoughtfully, then looked at Beatrice's portrait with a slightly nostalgic gaze. "No, she's long dead. How could a human live that long, right?"

"then you?"

“I’m just her puppet,” Angela chuckled. “At least I think so. How could someone as wicked as me be compared to such a great person? I’m self-aware enough to know that.”

Seeing that Angela seemed to be just chatting, Qin did not let her guard down in the slightest.

Even though this was Pierpoint, the headquarters of the Magical Union, Jean didn't dare to relax at all.

He had virtually no memory of Angela, but based on these fragmented recollections, Qin felt only fear and apprehension towards her.

Shouting for help here might be an idea, but it's only a temporary solution, since you can't actually catch her. The fact that she chose to appear here suggests that she didn't actually have any malicious intent.

Otherwise, it would have been much more effective to appear with malice at other times—there are far too many other opportunities, and there is no need to show up in such an inconvenient place where witches gather.

"Don't be so nervous, Qin." Angela waved her hand with a smile. "You should know why you were able to escape."

"So you're going to take me back?" Qin asked.

“Hmm—that’s true, but not now,” Angela said. “Relax, relax. My real body isn’t even here, so how could I possibly pose a threat to you right now? Right?”

I don't believe you, you're a wicked guy.

Perhaps the real entity is nearby, and with a large group of Beatrice's witches.

"So, you came here just to chat? Are B-rank Snow Guards that free?" Elena asked skeptically.

“You’re certainly quite free. At least today, I’ll answer the questions I can answer,” Angela laughed. “Although you might not believe it, I’ve never considered you enemies. Not long ago, we were perhaps allies on the same side, working together to restore Qin’s emotions.”

"What is your ultimate goal?" Elena asked bluntly.

Transforming the harp into this state and stalking her and the harp—all of this baffled Elena. What exactly did the witch Beatrice want?

"Honestly, don't you know how to proceed step by step?" Angela said discontentedly. "Personally, I would like to say it directly. But unfortunately, due to certain special reasons, I can't say—but there are still some things I can briefly reveal. Do you remember Eve?"

Eve? The witcher who wanted to kill Jean without a word?

And then there's the pathetic creature who was used to death by the demon Cain?

So, is Eve's miserable state all your doing?

Elena glared angrily at Angela: "You did this?"

"Why are you so prejudiced against me?" Angela said dejectedly. "I admit I've done many, many heinous things. But Eve's situation clearly has nothing to do with me, okay? She was harmed so terribly by the devil, wasn't she?"

"Then why did you bring her up?"

"You might not believe what I'm about to say, but it's true. Without us, this world would be full of Eves." Angela suddenly laughed, her expression shifting dramatically. "Without us, this world would be a Mokarich at dusk."