Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 207 Interlude: Fatal Fate

The icy kingdom, which is constantly battered by snow and ice, should be used to all kinds of cold weather. But this year's cold weather is particularly strong, and the biting frost is so sharp that it makes it hard to open your eyes on the street.

Every household kept their windows and doors tightly shut, praying that the strange blizzard would pass quickly.

"Cough cough..." A few dark red, sickly plum blossoms bloomed on the silk. Angela wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and casually burned the silk with her fingertips.

This kind of awful weather is especially unfriendly to a tuberculosis patient; it should be said that just being alive is a miracle in itself.

“Teacher, you should take your medicine.” Anna stood to the side expressionlessly.

"Medicine? No medicine can cure my illness; even its effect is just my own psychological suggestion," Angela said with a smile.

Congenital defects cannot be compensated for by any means after birth.

God knows what price she paid for possessing such immense magical power. If that price were put on a plate, aside from a madman, probably no one would choose to exchange it for something of equal value.

“What are the people saying?” Angela asked.

"They need an explanation from the Snowguard authorities regarding this blizzard. Especially the nobles, who have declared that if effective protection isn't provided, they will question the legitimacy of this Snowguard's term," Anna said calmly. Although she was expressionless to begin with, it wasn't hard to tell that she was indifferent to the matter.

Threat?

Even if all the witches in their noble family united, they wouldn't be able to defeat their teacher—after all, they really had no idea who held the lifeline of this kingdom in their hands. Did they really think that all the dolls in the city were just toys?

“That’s just how people are,” Angela chuckled. “Ignorance and greed are a kind of power. Once you have something, you think that everything is a matter of course and a given.”

"Do I need to personally suppress them?"

“Suppression? Haha—why bother with all that? I think Slater wouldn’t mind having a few more human test subjects; he should have already started.” Angela said, “Where were we? Oh, right, people are never satisfied. Whether inside or outside Beatrice.”

Just then, a person wrapped in snow, looking like a snowman, pushed open the door and entered.

This is Angela's room. The only person who would dare to push the door open and walk in is a Snow Guard, and a Snow Guard of considerable rank at that. By process of elimination—it can only be Slater.

"You've made such a mess of yourself," Angela complained. "Anyone who didn't know better would think you wanted to relive your childhood by rolling around in a snow pit."

"How can you be sure I didn't roll around in a snow pit?" Slater cast a spell to melt all the snow off his body. "A magical communication has come from the front; there's been a riot at the front."

“Oh,” Angela said emotionally.

"You seem to have foreseen this all along. I must say, you truly are worthy of the title, Lord Fool?"

"In the grand web of fate, some things are bound to happen no matter what. It's not that I'm powerful; it's just fate that's powerful."

As the blizzard approached, it was easy to guess that Siberian was about to give up.

Hopefully, that lovely junior won't die so soon. It would be best if she could come back, otherwise finding someone to replace her would be quite troublesome. If all else fails, we'll just have to let Anna take her place.

If we try to persuade Audrey now, maybe she'll move at least a little. What if we all die together if she doesn't move?

She promised to collect her own and others' bodies, but if things continue like this, she might not have time to collect them all before she's gone too.

"How's the experiment going? I'm talking about the catalyst," Slater said.

“It’s always been there,” Angela said. “No special preparation is needed.”

"not enough."

“Isn’t that enough? Suffering, hatred, pain, despair, helplessness,” Angela said. “It’s like a soda bottle; we shake it for ages and then suddenly pop the cap—and then—bang—”

“That’s not enough. You should know that very well,” Slater said calmly.

"That was just a little joke. You have absolutely no sense of humor—I really don't know how you managed to marry so many wives," Angela said. "Of course, those aren't enough, but if, add..."

Slater looked at Angela's pointing finger and a rare look of surprise and doubt appeared on his face: "It is indeed enough. But..."

As soon as their conversation ended, the entire Beatrice Palace began to shake violently.

First, we can rule out enemy attacks, unless someone thinks life is no longer worth living, and it's true that there are countless puppets watching outside the door.

The only possibility is that this fluctuation originated from within. This is the first time in thousands of years that something like this has happened.

A surge of magical power revived; its domineering force could potentially send a person flying if not dealt with properly.

While Slater was still wondering how his own territory could hold something that even he, a C-rank Snow Guard, didn't know about, Angela already knew what had happened.

“Haven’t you been curious about the Class A Snow Guards? Let’s go take a look together?” Angela said.

……

When Angela, Slater, and Anna arrived at the source of magic, a Snow Guard was already waiting there, waiting for someone to awaken.

The only one who could have been there earlier than them was that idle fellow; the other Snow Guards weren't currently at the Beatrice Palace.

The frozen crystal gradually melted away, revealing a human figure inside. The present era had long forgotten this great man hidden in the past.

People nowadays only marvel at the beauty of the woman in front of them, without caring about her background.

"Teacher, it's been a long time." The perpetually sleepy blue-haired elf standing at the front said.

"It's you. It's been so long." A clear voice rang out, but the person in front of her didn't open their mouth. It was obvious that the voice wasn't produced through vocal organs. If Elena thought carefully, she might have a vague feeling that she had heard this voice somewhere before. She had heard this voice in a dream.

The one who awakened was, of course, Beatrice, the very creator of the kingdom.

Beatrice's gaze swept calmly over Audrey before turning to Angela.

"She did make that choice after all." Beatrice nodded as if she understood everything.

Seemingly moved by the sentiment of things changing and people being different, she drifted into a moment of nostalgia.

"Teacher has woken up. Is this the turning point in fate you mentioned before?" Audrey said.

Beatrice nodded.

"Why can't I hear anything?" Slater asked, puzzled.

"Mind your own business," Anna interrupted, though of course she couldn't hear her. Her teacher would let her know what she needed to know.

"Teacher, take care." Audrey placed her palm against her heart and bowed slightly. This was Beatrice's highest form of courtesy.

Immediately afterwards, Angela followed suit and lowered her head.

Although Slater and Anna didn't know what was going to happen, they knew they couldn't go wrong by doing this.

The other party is a Class A Snow Guard. Since the establishment of the Snow Guard system, there has only been one Class A Snow Guard.

Beatrice looked up at the ceiling, took out her wand, pointed it above her head, and muttered some kind of spell.

A mercury serpent biting its own tail spun and lashed towards the sky. The fierce blizzard suddenly stopped, and the thick clouds were scattered as if they had been cut open by a knife.

For the first time, the sun shone directly on the land of Beatrice—it turned out that even in this far north, the sun could shine so brightly.

Immediately afterwards, the woman who was casting the spell clasped her hands together and pressed them against her chest as if in prayer.

Her feet began to turn into particles and be erased, then her legs, her body, and finally, her head.

With a smile, she transformed into particles and truly dissipated.

So, a great witch who was once renowned throughout the continent has, at this moment, finally met the end of her destiny.