The Wizard of Fairy Tale World

Chapter 102: The Most Beautiful Farewell

"What?! You want us to drink a potion meant for mermaids?"

Cinderella’s two stepsisters were horrified, fearing some terrible side effects.

"Think about it—this is your chance to become the prince’s wife!" Their mother placed the clear, water-like potion on the table.@@novelbin@@

Under her forceful persuasion and tempting promises, the elder sister, having lost a game of rock-paper-scissors, bravely gulped down the potion.

Moments later, her feet began to swell. Then, as if they were being sliced in half, each foot split into two smaller ones.

—This magical potion, originally designed to transform a mermaid’s tail into two human legs, had an unintended effect when consumed by a human. Instead of growing legs, it simply split each foot in two.

And so, the elder sister now had four feet.

"Mother, what do I do?! I have two pairs of feet—I look like a centipede!" she wailed.

"What does it matter?!" Their mother waved dismissively. "Just hide the extra two feet under your dress and only show the ones that fit the glass slipper. Once you marry the prince, you'll be traveling in carriages—who even needs feet then?"

The elder sister hesitated, then realized her mother had a point.

Together, the three of them spent hours modifying her clothing, trying to conceal the extra feet. In the end, they managed to stuff the hidden pair inside a loose-fitting dress, making it look excessively bulky.

With only two visible feet, the elder sister stepped forward—

And perfectly fit into the glass slipper.

"Look! We’ve finally found someone who can wear the shoe! She must be the prince’s bride!" The crowd erupted in astonished cheers.

Prince Henry arrived, his eyes lighting up.

"Ha! I finally found you!"

Overcome with excitement, he failed to notice how strangely bulky her dress looked. To him, she was simply the girl he had been searching for.

In truth, he barely remembered what the girl from the ball even looked like. To be honest, after all this time, his memory of that enchanting dance partner had grown hazy. They hadn’t even spoken that night—he had no idea who she really was or why he had been so taken with her in the first place.

But that wasn’t unusual for him. He often fell in love on a whim, swept up in fleeting emotions. For him, this entire shoe-finding quest had been less about true love and more about chasing a thrill.

Prince Henry took the elder stepsister by the hand, led her into his carriage, and together, they set off for the palace.

—

The sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky.

As their carriage rolled down the road, doves perched on the tree branches began to sing—a melody so beautiful and enchanting, it felt like a blessing for the prince and his "bride."

The crowd cheered for this seemingly perfect fairy-tale ending.

No one was more delighted than Cinderella’s stepmother.

Watching her own daughter become the prince’s bride, she was already envisioning a future of unimaginable wealth and luxury. The mere thought of entering the royal palace, living a life of indulgence and extravagance, nearly made her faint from happiness. РÁΝő𝐁ÈS

The younger stepsister, however, lowered her head in bitter regret.

"If I had known this would actually work, I would have drunk the potion first! Even if it gave me six feet, eight feet—even if I turned into a full-on centipede—it would’ve been worth it!" she muttered to herself.

—

Perched on the branch of a small banyan tree, a cloaked figure dressed in the attire of a classical magician was feeding chirping birds.

Rhine watched as the carriage carrying Prince Henry and his "bride" slowly disappeared into the distance. He couldn't help but smile.

"It truly is a happily-ever-after ending, isn't it?"

"Cinderella’s stepmother achieved her goal—her daughter became the prince’s wife. The elder stepsister got a dramatic change in status. And as for Cinderella herself, she finally escaped her nightmare of a past and is starting a new life with Momo."

Hearing these words, Rhine chuckled.

—

Rhine and Aurora rode their white horses along the beach. The harbor was bustling with ships, their sails fluttering in the breeze.

Several sailors leaned over the railings, engaged in discussion with merfolk floating in the sea.

"Don't set sail today. There’s a storm brewing along your planned route," one of the merfolk warned.

"Thank you! Really, thank you so much!" The sailors waved their gratitude. "If it weren’t for you merfolk and your ability to predict sea storms, we would’ve been fish food by now!"

Aurora watched this scene unfold, deeply moved.

"It’s hard to believe that just a few months ago, sailors saw merfolk as cursed monsters," she murmured.

"The alliance between the Western Asia Kingdom and the Mermaid Kingdom has changed so much."

"It won’t be long before other coastal nations start scrambling to befriend the merfolk too."

Rhine smiled, completely unapologetic as he declared—

"This is all thanks to us."

Just then, a powerful wave crashed against the shore, breaking into shimmering white foam.

One by one, figures emerged from beneath the sea.

—The merfolk.

And not just any merfolk—Rhine and Aurora recognized these faces immediately.

There was the Grand Matron, wearing her silver crown. The mighty Sea King, clutching his golden trident. The five mermaid princesses, adorned with delicate sea flowers.

They all waved warmly at Rhine and Aurora.

But among them were two more familiar figures.

Momo.

And Cinderella—who had now become a mermaid.

The two beamed with joy, their faces illuminated by the gentle, golden sunlight.

As they waved at Rhine and Aurora, their voices—filled with warmth and gratitude—could be heard even from afar.

—

Historical records would later state that, in the year when Aurora was eleven years old, the long-hidden Mermaid Kingdom officially formed an alliance with the Western Asia Kingdom. From that moment on, merfolk were recognized as a part of the continent’s history.

Four years remained until the spindle and the curse of death would descend.

—

"What? Henry, you’re running off again?!" Prince Eric was utterly speechless upon hearing his younger brother’s plans.

"Brother, you’ve barely been back for a few weeks! And aren’t you engaged now? Shouldn’t you be spending more time with your fiancée?"

Prince Henry yawned.

"I’ve lost interest in that woman. You know how quickly I get bored. Besides, she’s acting weird—always avoiding me, always wearing these oversized robes. Such a weirdo."

He added nonchalantly, "Of course, I’ll still go through with the wedding—I keep my word. But, you know, a noble prince isn’t limited to just one wife."

Eric pinched the bridge of his nose.

"...So where are you planning to go this time? Looking for another 'fated love'?"

Henry’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

"This time, I’m heading to the Kingdom of White. I’ve heard their princess is stunning, with skin as pale as snow. People call her Snow White!"

Hearing that name, Eric nearly jumped out of his seat.

"Wait—that Kingdom of White? That’s in the same direction that Rhine and Aurora are traveling! They’ll be passing through there on their way to their destination!"

"You mean that Grand Magician of the Rose Kingdom and his pretty little assistant?" Henry mused. "Well, isn’t that perfect? Maybe I’ll run into them!"