Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 175 The City of Freedom, Kunozchi 7

“Saya… stop hiding. Do you think your little tricks can fool your teacher?” Sheila strolled through the streets of Kunoz, and she had already spotted Saya’s location.

After all, her current body doesn't know magic, and without using any concealment magic, finding her is as easy as child's play.

She and her sister Mina were both her apprentices, after all, they were entrusted to her care by their grandmother. Compared to her sister Mina, Saya was much less mature and usually relied on her sister.

Her younger sister also seems to be an extreme siscon, becoming immature in front of her older sister. Therefore, in order to allow the sisters to "grow up," Sheila arranged for them to be separated for several years.

Speaking of which... where did Mina go? Wasn't she with Saya?

"Teacher Shira, please let her have some peace and quiet." Saya's low voice came from the dark alley. "Please, don't tell Mina. I don't want her to worry."

I don't even know where your sister is...

Sheila suppressed her urge to complain and slowly approached the girl who was squatting in the corner with her face buried between her legs. The girl, who had always been an optimistic person who seemed unaffected by anything, now appeared to have lost all her energy.

It seems her situation is worse than she thought.

For once, she put away her cigarettes.

She didn't know what to say—she was very experienced at roasting people; in the entire Magic Integration Association, you could count on one hand the number of people who could match her verbal skills.

But comforting a heartbroken girl is really difficult, since she's never been in a relationship before.

After Saya passed the witch exam and became an apprentice witch, she mentioned Elena at least ten times a day. From then on, anyone who wasn't intellectually disabled could tell that she was probably obsessed with Elena.

If this obsession hadn't shattered its dreams, it would be fine, but once those dreams were shattered... this is the situation we're in now.

Before I met my teacher, did I ever have this kind of expression?

Although the soul of the person who is sad is Saya, the body is not Saya, making it difficult for Sheila to empathize with her, and always making her feel that the person in front of her is another unfamiliar girl.

Of course, this wasn't the only reason that led to Saya's mental breakdown.

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold.

This was just a trigger—a trigger big enough to ignite all her emotional support.

Many reasons are buried in past memories.

“Saya, I’ve heard about Monica.” Sheila seemed to be talking about something completely unrelated.

Upon hearing this name, Saya's entire body trembled violently for a moment.

“Listen to me, it’s not your fault,” Sheila said—she wasn’t really good at comforting people, and although she disliked old Fran, she was quite envious of Fran’s tricks for coaxing children.

"Could it be... that everything that everyone cherishes will leave me...?" Saya choked out.

“Monica is like that… Elena is like that too… So, Ms. Sheila… will you be like that too…” Saya looked up at the expressionless Sheila, “In the end, it’s still just her alone…”

"Why... clearly... clearly they... clearly they tried so hard to keep me..."

"Do you hate Elena?" Sheila asked.

“She has no right to say that… She’s always right, and I’m always wrong…” Saya said. “I’ve known for a long time that she only sees me as an immature friend… I just don’t want to wake up from this dream.”

“So do you think she’ll abandon you? I still feel that the distance between you hasn’t changed, at least not in her eyes,” Sheila said. “It’s just that you don’t feel that way in your heart…”

"I...I don't know..."

“Hmm, think about those things yourself,” Sheila said. “There’s one more thing I want to tell you—no one is obligated to stay with you forever. Your grandmother is, your friends are, and even your sister will leave you one day.”

"Life is a solitary journey. It may change because of someone, but it will not stop because of someone."

“As for your absurd question: it’s not a matter of abandoning or not abandoning… I’ve always been here,” Sheila said.

My throat was dry from talking, and my craving for a cigarette kicked in again.

She managed to finish saying what she had to say, even though she resisted the urge to smoke.

I've already explained all the big principles; whether she can overcome this is up to her own discretion.

Seeing that Saya was suddenly not moving, Sheila thought something had happened again. "Hey? Did my words make you feel even worse?"

Just as she was about to ask Saya what she was thinking, the white-haired girl's gaze suddenly focused on Sheila again: "Where am I now? Hey? You're that older sister who smokes..."

“I have a name, I am Sheila,” Sheila said with a smile.

What? Even you look down on people who smoke...

It seems the magic dust's time was up, and the two souls have been swapped back, earlier than expected, probably because they didn't inhale much.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Ms. Sheila who smokes,” Emnicia nodded.

Would it kill you to remove the "smoking" prefix?

Wait... Emnecia switched back, so doesn't that mean Saya—uh...

……

“Where is she…” Saya suddenly looked at her current body. She had just been chatting with Sheila. Where was she now?

Saya realized that she could use magic again, and knew that her body had been switched back.

But what we can get back isn't the right time... because it means...

“This tone…you must be Saya,” Elena said beside her. Emnesia would never refer to herself as “I”.

Fran and Jean were also there beside Elena, silently watching them.

Because the tears were shed by that Amnesia's body, Saya's emotions suddenly became very stable for some reason. You know, people can't cry anymore after crying for a long time.

There is always a limit to the secretion of tears.

“Saya…I’m sorry…” Elena said sincerely.

“You have no reason to apologize… The one who should apologize… It’s always been others who have overstepped their bounds…” It takes a saint to let go so easily, but Saya is not a saint, yet she still couldn’t bear to say what was really on her mind.

In particular, he couldn't bear to say anything malicious to Elena.

This hypocritical response disgusted Saya from the bottom of her heart. She was disappointed in herself for not being able to express her most basic true thoughts properly.

That's really immature.

"Please, let her calm down for a moment." Saya bit her lip lightly, then quickly waved her wand and disappeared.

After all, she is a witch; invisibility and teleportation are things she can do with ease.

“Ms. Fran, it seems she won’t forgive me. Indeed, it was something I did without wrong, but it was very excessive,” Elena said sadly.

“Will you be disappointed?” Fran asked.

“Mm.” Elena nodded.

"That's what growing up is. It's the same for her."