Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 213 The Peaceful Kingdom Roberta Again Part 1

Peaceful Kingdom... Qin looked at the majestic city walls in the distance, and her memories seemed to return to the past in an instant.

Although she didn't retain many memories, Qin at least knew she had been here before. Perhaps she had been to quite a few places, because the scene before her was both familiar and somewhat strange.

Elena slowly landed in front of the city gate of Roberta on her broom.

Compared to Qin's expressionless face, Elena seemed a little apprehensive about returning home. After traveling for nearly four years, this was Elena's first time returning to her homeland—before that, she had never left Roberta's borders.

Now that I'm back, I always have a feeling that I can't quite explain.

Fear? I don't know what I'm afraid of.

Missing? I don't think I miss this place that much, after all, it's only been a few years.

"You go first," Elena muttered.

"Isn't this your hometown?" Qin asked, puzzled. The druid on her body had finally stopped acting crazy, and his sleep quality had improved a lot in the past few days.

"Just come in when I tell you to."

Qin was pushed by Elena into Roberta.

Compared to when Qin came here last time, there are more guards here. It's probably because winter hasn't arrived yet, and there are still people on duty. I remember last time I came in without paying the entry fee.

Hopefully, that witch who charges fees won't pursue the matter. But it's been so long; she's probably long forgotten about it. When I left Roberta, no one came after me.

"Hey? Isn't this Elena?" Roberta's guards seemed to recognize the gray-haired witch in front of them.

After all, she was a witch, and Elena was quite famous in Roberta.

When she passed the witch exam and became an apprentice witch, it caused a nationwide uproar—because she was so young, practically a magical genius.

"Is he your boyfriend?" the guard asked.

Elena casually tossed down the entry fee and left—she suddenly didn't want to face the topic anymore, she didn't know why, she just felt very awkward, but she didn't know what she was awkward about.

Sometimes I feel like I'm a complete lunatic in this regard.

Qin walked calmly down the streets of Roberta. The atmosphere here was just as she remembered. Every family was living happily. Compared to many small countries, the sense of happiness here was really strong.

But at the same time, they lacked the drive to strive.

"Hey? Isn't that Elena?" "That little witch is back?" "It really is, but her chest hasn't developed at all." "Who's that person next to her?"

Whispers could be heard in every household.

“You’re more famous than I thought,” Qin said truthfully.

“Of course—it’s only because you’re with me that you’ve met so many witches,” Elena said.

After saying these words, she suddenly felt extremely ashamed.

The witches he encountered were probably more numerous than he himself had eaten salt—mainly because he didn't like salt. The Beatrice witch was probably like weeds, appearing one crop after another.

"Ah—it's you?"

Suddenly, Qin heard a familiar yet not so familiar voice.

Qin still remembered the figure before him; after all, people always cherish their first memories. That time, he became a teacher for the first time, wanting to pass on his swordsmanship to others—but his ideal path crumbled.

What's this chubby little guy's name again?

"You know him?" Elena asked curiously.

"I know him," Qin nodded.

"You...have been to Roberta?" Elena asked, somewhat surprised.

"Hmm...didn't I tell you?"

"I don't remember."

“I remember saying that.”

"No."

"Really?"

“Really.” Elena said that this was the first time she had ever heard that Qin had been to Roberta—but that was not surprising, since they were both travelers before they met.

Roberta was a well-known kingdom, so it wasn't unusual for travelers to pass through it.

“It was you who defeated me, Colonel Campbell, using despicable means,” Campbell said.

"Despicable?" Qin didn't know what he was talking about. She only remembered that she hadn't done anything and then the doll started crying. Years passed, and the child grew up, but still maintained his kind and easygoing nature.

More importantly, he also persisted in his ideal of being a swordsman.

It's so difficult. His ideals died so easily, yet he still persisted.

“Now that I’m watching you, you definitely can’t cheat. Let’s have a fair fight,” Campbell said, then drew his iron sword. “If you can withstand three of my strikes, I will…”

Then Kamper was lifted up by Qin.

Then he disarmed the seemingly respectable iron sword: "Your parents are so comfortable letting you wield a real sword?"

Not to mention surviving three moves, Qin achieved a complete victory with a one-move advantage.

This iron sword is quite sharp; without armor, even a child could kill someone—of course, only if the person waits for the other to come and strike.

Even so, it's excessive to let such a reckless child wield a real sword. It's not enough to kill someone, but it could easily injure them.

"Let me go..." Campbell glared angrily.

This kid is still as mischievous as ever.

"How did you get on the bad side of this little tyrant?" Elena asked curiously.

She knew this Campbell too; she'd heard rumors about him since childhood—that he was all talk and no action, acting like a thug. He was all bravado, no real skill, and often got beaten up.

After beating him up, he still dares to provoke him further, always finding excuses to justify his defeat. (I know you're thinking, "This is the peerless general Xing Daorong.")

“I was his teacher.”

"Hey?"

“Well, even a ten-minute teacher is still a teacher.” Jean hid the sword and put Campbell down. “I’m confiscating your sword.”

“Waaah—bullying a child—” Campbell, who had been so indignant just moments before, burst into tears.

You're not young anymore... never mind.

Qin and Elena ignored the sobbing boy; perhaps his parents would come looking for him soon, they'd deal with that then. For now—

"Welcome back, Elena." In the nearby wooden house, the familiar wooden door was opened by a gray-haired woman.

In fact, Elena saw it using magic when she was very, very far away.

But I still deliberately walked slower.

Don't know why.

"I'm back," Elena said with a smile.