Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 129 Rostlov, the Clock Village (A Sigh of Retrospection) Part 5

"Estelle, be careful—" Elena instinctively warned.

If it were any other witch, Elena wouldn't be worried at all that such an attack could hurt her, but Estelle is different.

Irene was worried that she might not react in time because she couldn't bear to do it and would get hurt.

“I actually…I actually felt guilty for you for so long…I…I…” Estelle’s wand shone brightly, and a continuous stream of magical blocks burst forth from it, repelling Serena.

Serena lived up to her reputation as a serial killer. Even though this was her first time committing murder, her methods, both in skill and force, were impeccable.

Even after being repelled, she still managed to dodge Estelle's attacks with her excellent balance.

"Guilt? Because of me? Hahahaha—let's not even talk about why you feel guilty—even if you do feel guilty, what does it have to do with me?" Serena charged forward relentlessly, knife in hand. "Do I know you?"

This sentence seems to have ignited Estelle's final madness.

Her breathing became uneven, and her attacks grew increasingly frenzied: "Die, die, die—because of you—I've actually regretted it for so many years because of you—"

The witch's true attacks began to rain down.

Serena could not possibly dodge the witch's all-out attack—she would be defeated by Estelle in a few years, and now was no different.

but……

"Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell..."

"It hurts... Hahaha..." Even with her wounds and blood splattered all over the ground, Serena's chilling smile remained unchanged. "Am I going to die... Hahaha..."

"Estelle—stop!" Elena tried to stop Estelle's frantic actions. Estelle was completely out of her mind right now—if this continued, she would become a murderer.

Elena couldn't imagine how devastated Estelle would be if she went back like this.

But Estelle wouldn't listen at all.

His relentless, storm-like attacks showed no sign of stopping.

Oh, right—the ring.

Elena took off the ring—as long as the time rewind was over, it would be fine; she could just consider it the end of a nightmare. She didn't need to become the person she hated most.

But the ring had already been removed, and Elena was quite certain that no magic had been drawn from her.

But Estelle's attacks showed no sign of stopping.

Her magic seemed inexhaustible.

“I will not need any of this anymore—I will not feel guilty anymore—” Estelle condensed a light blast the size of a magic cannon and released it heavily forward. In that beam of light, Serena evaporated.

"Hahaha..." Serena's demonic screams before her death continued unabated, piercing Elena's eardrums like the curse of a vengeful spirit.

At that very moment, the clock tower in the distant Rostlov sounded an announcement.

Irena's vision gradually distorted, and soon she found herself sitting in a chair the whole time, with Estelle sitting next to her.

came back……

An hour has passed.

The nightmare is over.

But... is it really completely over?

Elena stood up unsteadily, nearly falling as she tried to grab something. She looked worriedly at Estelle, whose eyes were still closed.

Under her gaze, Estelle gradually opened her eyes and looked back at Elena.

"Why are you here?" Estelle asked.

“I…” Elena didn’t know how to answer.

What's wrong with her?

“I think I’ve forgotten something very important, but I can’t remember it,” Estelle said. “Your name is Elena, right? Can you help me recall what it was?”

Forgotten... Elena quickly figured out the cause and effect.

In her final moments... she burned her memories related to Serena in exchange for magic power, unleashing that incredibly powerful spell.

"It's nothing important, I just helped out with a small favor, I think I should go now," Elena said with a light laugh.

Let's not tell her the truth.

It's good to just forget about it.

"Help? What should I do to thank you for?" Estelle asked blankly.

She forgot Serena, forgot her intention to return to the past, and of course, forgot about the reward itself. But Elena no longer wanted any reward from her.

Because those things should have been forgotten in the first place.

As if she had done something wrong, Elena fled Estelle's house as if she were running away. She even tripped over the pile of magical equipment on her way out, nearly falling out of the house.

She was a little hesitant to answer Estelle's question.

She was afraid that Estelle might suddenly ask who Serena was... and she wouldn't know how to answer that.

The thought of Serena's eyes, her wide grin, her piercing laughter sent a chill down Elena's spine, making her steps falter.

For a moment, she also wanted to forget all of this.

She seemed to be afraid of something, and it wasn't just the event itself that she was afraid of.

She knew perfectly well that the journey of life would not be smooth sailing, and that life would not always be as one wished; some hardships were inevitable.

Witnessing the misfortunes of others reflects on one's own.

The setting sun painted the sky orange-red, and the clock hands of the distant clock tower ticked on and on...

No matter how hard Elaina tried to control herself from thinking about it, from thinking about the murderer, from thinking about the script that started with saving others but ended with no one being saved...

But Serena's creepy smile that lingered on her lips was impossible to shake off.

"What's wrong with me?" Elena looked at the cloudless sky with a sense of desolation.

That chilling smile in her memory soon belonged to someone else... no longer Serena, but...

Qin (a type of zither)...

She knew what she was afraid of.

The sudden fear made her feel nauseous, and the chill almost made her lose her balance.

His past was just like Serena's, wasn't it? Both devoid of color, both without a future. In the end, Serena became a serial killer, and Jean...

Although many times, Elena knew very well how precious it was that Qin had survived to this day.

But never before had Elena gained such a profound understanding. He did not become a demon seeking revenge on society; on the contrary, he tried to save those who had fallen into the same path with him in an almost self-destructive way.

She had previously wanted to mock Qin for donating her hard-earned money to others.

Now think about it...

He could have become a demon, like Serena.

I realized that I was afraid of becoming like Estelle.

If, if Jean hadn't controlled her evil thoughts back then, would she be Estelle?

If, if I can't seize the present moment... will I also want to go back to the past and change things, like Estelle?

……

Time can only be observed and utilized; it cannot be reversed.

I should be grateful that I didn't become Estelle. I don't have a single thing I regret to death, at least not now.

Therefore, we should cherish the present moment...

After playing the tarot cards, Elena calmed down a bit. She returned to the inn and saw Qin casually flipping through a book at his desk... as usual, he would sit there whenever he had nothing to do.

For some reason, she now felt a strange, indescribable emotion when she looked at Qin.

Is it a form of admiration?

I admire him for living like a hero.

After all, he really did disrupt what should have been a normal trip, like a hero who suddenly barged into his life.

Because of that Yin-Yang Sphere, she was forced to travel with him. From initial resistance, to later curiosity about him, and then gratitude for being saved by him…

I traveled alongside him and saw all sorts of people and things.

He nearly died in the kingdom of objects, but ultimately lived because of him.

All sorts of extraordinary encounters made his life so unusual—he didn't become someone like Serena…it really…it really…

That's really great...

What's wrong with me?

"Did you eat poisonous mushrooms? Is there something on my face?" Qin didn't know why Elena was staring at him like that, and looked at Elena's gaze with a blank expression, even though he didn't have any expression to begin with.

"It's nothing." Elena didn't even know what she was thinking.

"Aren't you going to retaliate? Did you really eat a poisonous mushroom? Shouldn't you see a doctor?" Qin sensed that something was wrong with Elena. Was this really her? What had triggered her?

He really has a sharp tongue...

Exhausted from the day, Elena didn't argue back. She turned and went back to another room, opened her diary, and began writing.