Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 224 [The Fool] Flower (Thread) Witch Angela 4

Hovering over Beatrice was not only the low-pressure air of perennial cold air, but also a faint, menacing magical power. This magic came from the rifts—if there were magical beasts around Beatrice, nourished by this magic, they would surely become brutal siege weapons.

But Beatrice is surrounded by an endless snowfield, and the only living beings here, besides humans, are demons that emerge from the crevices.

Most of these demons are low-ranking demons, devoid of any reason. They simply seek prey based on their instincts, and pure, delicious souls are their favorite food.

To this end, they possess, bewitch, and kill... but these low-level demons are actually quite easy to deal with.

Even ordinary people can drive away demons possessed by lower-level demons, let alone Beatrice, who has plenty of magicians. When the witch of fate selected immigrants to build the city, she chose those with magical aptitude. Now, through the survival of the fittest among bloodlines, the proportion of people with magical abilities in the population is quite high.

If statistics were compiled, it would almost rival Pierpont, the birthplace of magic in the outside world. But it should be noted that that place was inherently attractive to magicians, and countless magicians went there to settle down—it is truly astonishing that Beatrice could achieve this level solely through its own reproduction and evolution.

The greatest threat to Beatrice, of course, comes from those higher-ranking demons who have already acquired intelligence.

Perhaps in the outside world, beyond the Sighing Snowfield, intelligent high-ranking demons are quite rare, but here, their rarity is amplified by the sheer number of demons.

To put it another way, many high-ranking demons outside probably bypassed Beatrice and cut their way out, while only a very few, like Cain, emerged from tiny cracks in the outside world.

Influenced by the malevolent energy brought by the demon, almost everyone in Beatrice suffers from various negative emotions.

Some people are arrogant and conceited, looking down on everything.

Some people are greedy and lustful, and will stop at nothing to achieve their desires.

While those who do evil may still do evil even without the influence of demons, demons are undoubtedly the catalyst that brings about such chaos.

Even the slightest negative emotion will be magnified in such an environment, until a person goes insane—or becomes a demon in human skin.

Reality is cruel, but the truth is that very few people in Beatrice know about the demons outside.

Most people don't know what caused them to suffer so much.

Most people, of course, do not know the original intention behind the establishment of this kingdom.

If Angela and her companions don't spread the word, it will naturally be forgotten and ignored generation after generation. Only the Snow Guards and other elite members, as well as the army of mages fighting on the front lines, truly know about the existence of demons and the rift.

Why not advertise it?

Not just Angela, but all the CEOs of Beatrice throughout history have always felt that ignorance is bliss. To die in ignorance is the greatest blessing, rather than knowing too much and living in constant fear.

Telling those people the truth will only cause panic.

Therefore, the truth about the demons is kept hidden, and no one cares about the brutal struggle that is actually taking place in the outside world. Everyone here is unaware that they are facing the threat of death at any time.

If Angela could have a choice, she would rather be the one who died in a daze. The so-called spirit of "hearing the truth in the morning and being able to die in the evening" is completely absent from her dictionary.

Living was perhaps a form of suffering for her.

At least three days a month, she coughs up blood due to tuberculosis. Beatrice is constantly entangled in endless trivial matters, and the repeated defeats on the front lines are all reminding Angela to make a decision.

Such a life offers no hope, and anyone living in such an environment would doubt what they can actually change.

Perhaps nothing will change. When the illusion of quenching thirst with plums turns out to be nothing more than a lie, the final backlash will be far more severe than the initial cost.

Angela had lost count of how many times those unseen demons had whispered in her ear, tempting her to give up and let this land of ice and snow become a thing of the past.

"Do you want to end all of this? Right now?" Audrey asked Angela, who had found her, her face expressionless.

“I’m tired,” Angela said. “Besides, look at this, how long can Beatrice hold on? Even if she doesn’t die in my hands, she’ll die in the hands of the next B-rank Snow Guard.”

"Hmm, so, do you have any good ideas?"

"As her last student now, after a thousand years, don't you have any good insights?" Angela disliked this lazy elf. You're asking me? How old am I? How old are you?

“I’ll be sleeping for at least five hundred of the last thousand years, and probably spend the remaining five hundred years resting with my eyes closed,” Audrey said without batting an eye.

"Forget it." Angela really didn't want to count on her. Perhaps that was why the Flower Witch had chosen to leave her behind as a backup plan. Audrey might be useful in a fight, and she was also quite adept at studying magic, but if she really wanted Audrey to spend time diligently researching the Rift, it would be better to kill her.

But over the years, there have been many people studying fissures.

“Among the feasible solutions, there is magic that can fill the rift,” Angela said.

But these are all theoretical explanations, with no practical guidance whatsoever. Whether reality is like this is impossible to know, but you'll never know unless you try.

It's not that I don't want to try, but that I simply don't have the means.

“This spell is very demanding, requiring an enormous amount of energy. Theoretically, if fully released, it could flatten hundreds of Beatrices,” Angela said. “But right now, that condition is actually met.”

Thanks to that damned mother's soul magic, the magic she possesses is a ticking time bomb.

“If that’s all there is to it, I’d be happy to go myself, even if it means dying,” Angela continued. “But I can’t get there. The malevolent energy at the source of the rift is enough to devour and tear apart any living person.”

"So, you need an energy source that ignores malevolent energy?" Audrey nodded.

"That's it."

"You have an idea?"

"maybe."

Angela began her insane experiments.

Her feelings went from initial confusion to anger, then to helplessness, and finally to madness.

Perhaps it was the influence of the environment she was in, like Beatrice, or perhaps it was simply her nature.

But it's certain that anyone would be warped in such a place. This is not a place where a normal person can live.