Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 149 The Borderland of Albed Part 2

Finding someone by their name is incredibly difficult.

After all, this diary doesn't tell you what its owner looks like; you can only roughly tell that she is a girl based on the name Amuncia and her delicate handwriting.

Although a girl's name could also be a boy's, and many men can write beautiful characters, Elena glanced at the zither behind her. But it was best not to consider such a low-probability event.

How can a person live if they constantly think about low-probability events? You can even choke to death while drinking water.

Normally, finding someone using only a diary is almost impossible—besides, you can't use magic recklessly to solve this problem in the borderland of Albedo.

Even if you could, using amplification magic to notify Emnessia to retrieve her lost diary wouldn't actually solve the problem.

Because she may have forgotten her own name...

In short, it's a difficult situation.

When something like this happens, why not ask the magic harp? He'll always have a solution.

Elena looked at Qin with a gaze that held a mixture of hope and expectation.

"I don't know," Qin said.

Ok……

“How do you expect someone who doesn’t use magic to find someone?” Jean said. “Do you expect me to find the owner of this diary by smell? I may have a keen sense of smell, but I’m not a dog.”

If you hadn't said that, I would have really thought your sense of smell was like a dog's.

“Searching is impossible, but if we get close enough to the target, I might be able to recognize a scent that comes from the same source as the diary,” Qin said.

You still have a way—but this way doesn't seem like a very good one. The probability of accidentally meeting Emnessia in this not-so-big, not-so-small kingdom is too small.

Moreover, she might already be abroad.

So, we'll still have to rely on magic.

As long as you use it secretly and don't get caught, it's fine.

Elena racked her brains to recall the magic she had learned. She could only remember some commonly used and useful spells, and she only had a vague impression of some of the more obscure spells. Most of them were recorded in magic books, which she would take out and consult when she wanted to use them.

If there were blood from Emnesia, Elena would have a way to find such a person, and there would be more than one way, but it would be too much to ask of her to find someone based solely on her diary.

After all, the relationship between the diary and Emnicia was too weak.

Magic is difficult to target precisely.

As Elena walked along, pondering how to find the person, she was completely unaware of the path beneath her feet. Suddenly, she tripped over a stone and fell headfirst onto another passerby. It all happened so suddenly that Qin instinctively reached out to help her up, but she missed.

Then, Elena, who had lost her footing, and the passerby both fell flat on their faces.

"Ouch—that hurts—" the white-haired girl wearing a black headband complained, feeling dizzy and disoriented after being thrown around.

Elena wasn't much better off; she was in so much pain that she almost couldn't stand up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see where I was going," Elena apologized honestly. In her heart, however, she was cursing the stone that had tripped her up.

After Elena was helped up by Qin, she noticed that Qin was staring intently at the white-haired girl who had already stood up on her own.

For some reason, I suddenly felt a little jealous.

Is she really that charming? Is she worth your admiration?

Unlike me, I have a flat chest and am not tall.

In hindsight, Elena realized that Qin wasn't the kind of person who would be interested in beauty. If he were, she might have already been violated countless times.

Could it be that there's something special about this girl?

"Are you called Emnessia?" Jean suddenly asked.

Hey?

"You know me?" the white-haired girl asked incredulously. "Actually, I'm not quite sure if I'm Emnessia. I don't remember anything. If it weren't for the words 'To dear Emnessia' written on my necklace, I wouldn't even know my own name."

Is she Emnessia? I just happened to run into her after falling flat on my face.

The probability of that is probably no higher than choking to death while drinking water...

Perhaps this is fate?

“Irena, give the diary back to her,” Qin said.

After Elena returned Amysia's diary to her, Amysia glanced through it for a moment, then skillfully took out a pen and began to write and draw on it, her handwriting exactly the same as the original in the diary.

Seeing this, Emnicia breathed a sigh of relief: "I felt like I had lost something important. Thank you—let me formally introduce myself, my name is Emnicia, from the City of Faith, I think."

This is really quite a usage...

“You can call me Elena. This is my travel companion and partner, Qin,” Elena said. She stopped using the prefix “Gray Witch,” knowing that would likely provoke someone to arrest her.

While breaking through among these non-magical people shouldn't be difficult, it's always a troublesome matter.

Disrupting the kingdom's order can cause unnecessary trouble for your future travels. Unless absolutely necessary, try to abide by local customs and laws.

“It’s a very nice name,” Amuncia said with a smile. “I have nothing to repay you with, and I don’t have much money on me. Consider these savings as my way of thanking you.”

That's pretty smart—much better than those ungrateful wretches.

Even if she lost her memory, she was probably still an exceptionally kind person.

But giving only three copper coins is too stingy. I'll just assume that's all the money you want.

“I don’t want money,” Elena said, but she was interrupted by Emnicia before she could explain her intentions.

"Huh? Then it seems like I can't give you anything else—could it be—you want to—" Emnicia covered her mouth. "No, even if you're cute, I don't know you yet, and you already have a partner. You can't have a harem, H, damn it."

What?!

What a tiger and wolf thing.

How could you describe me, Elena, as so morally corrupt?

“What are you thinking? I want to take you back to your hometown,” Elena said. “In exchange, you have to take us in. East needs a local’s introduction to enter.”

"Are you trying to sneak in and steal the kingdom's information?" Emnessia asked, squinting.

Um...ah...

Why did you have such a bad first impression of me?

You're not still holding a grudge because I accidentally caused you to fall down, are you? I helped you so much.

“I just want to go in and travel,” Elena said honestly.

“Oh, I see. Then I believe Elena is a good person,” Amysia said with a smile. “I will write that in my diary so I won’t forget it.”