The Wizard of Fairy Tale World

Chapter 132: The Inevitable Sinking of Weak Water

One was assigned to deal with Magician Rhine, while the other launched an attack on the Queen.

That was the plan of Magrito and the Eastern Witch.

When they heard that Sage Rhine was leaving White Kingdom while the Queen was setting sail for an official visit to the Western Asia Kingdom, they suspected it was a trap meant for the Eastern Witch!

Magrito spoke aloud to the gourd as if conversing with Rhine inside.

“Magician Rhine, I’m guessing your plan was to pretend to leave White Kingdom, tricking the Eastern Witch into attacking the Queen.

“But the moment the Queen came under attack, you—being the brilliant magician you are—would have used magic to instantly return to her side, bringing that so-called ‘super warrior’ along with you.

“Too bad… you didn’t account for me!

“Right now, that Queen of White Kingdom is probably dead. And in less than half an hour, the Eastern Witch will be back…”

Aurora, despite her combat prowess, was useless without mobility. She had no means to reach the sea or support the Queen. Magrito had reserved the most powerful magical artifact for Rhine, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to intervene. Meanwhile, the Eastern Witch, targeting the weakest link—the Queen—would handle the assassination.

After the Queen was dead, the Eastern Witch would immediately return on her flying carpet to assist Magrito in guarding the sealed gourd imprisoning Rhine!

Magrito had even accounted for contingencies.

If Rhine had some unexpected trump card that allowed him to escape immediately upon being sucked into the gourd, Magrito and the Enderland warriors would stall him—blocking any attempts to teleport away—until the Eastern Witch completed her mission and returned.

The chief court mage of Enderland had even planned for the worst-case scenario.

If Rhine not only escaped the gourd but also displayed overwhelming strength, swiftly defeating Magrito and the elite warriors before teleporting to the sea to rescue the Queen—

Even then, Magrito wasn’t worried. He had deployed sufficient forces at sea.

And if the plan was on the brink of failure, their strongest mysterious ally would personally step in, shattering the last glimmer of hope for Rhine and the Queen!

“But so far, everything is going too smoothly,” Magrito mused.

“I captured Magician Rhine without any trouble, and he hasn’t shown any signs of escaping.”

“At sea, the Eastern Witch hasn’t encountered any obstacles either.”

Magrito glanced down at the gourd on the ground.

It remained utterly silent.

The waters between White Kingdom and the Western Asia Kingdom were blanketed in thick mist.

But now, that mist was thinning—slowly dissipating.

“Look over there! What’s that?”

The sailors on the Queen’s flower ship suddenly spotted something shifting in the haze.

Dark silhouettes emerged, growing clearer by the second.

“Looks like… ships? There are more behind us! And to the left!”

The shadows took shape—Enderland warships, surrounding them from all directions.

BOOM!

A cannon fired from deep within the mist.

Splash!

The cannonball struck the sea beside the flower ship, sending up a towering spray of water. The force of the explosion rocked the ship violently, causing several sailors to stumble and fall.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

More cannon fire rained down like a storm.

“Enemy attack! We’re under attack!”

Panic spread among the sailors.

“Prepare for battle!”

But the accompanying royal guards remained calm. The sergeant barked orders, the lookouts called out enemy positions, and the gunners retaliated with fierce counterfire.

These soldiers were the Royal Guard, a newly formed elite unit of White Kingdom, personally vetted by the Magic Mirror for absolute loyalty.

Long before this elegant flower ship had set sail, they had known today would bring a brutal battle.

Amidst the lingering mist, aboard one of Enderland’s warships, the Eastern Witch stood at the bow. She gazed at the Queen’s flower ship ahead—partially obscured but still visible through the thinning fog.

She laughed wildly.

She had just received Magrito’s message through the Magic Mirror.

Magician Rhine had been captured.

“Hahaha! Traitor of the Coven, this is what happens when you cross me! Without that magician’s help, all you can do now is lift your chin and wait for death!”

With that, she leapt into the sky, soaring through the misty air.

As she ascended, her grotesque body expanded, transforming—

Into a monstrous dragon.

The dragon flapped its massive wings, flying over the warships and heading straight for the Queen’s grand vessel.

Aboard another Enderland warship, a ghostly figure hovered over the deck.

Her face was twisted in agony, her spectral form writhing as if in perpetual torment.

From her hollow eyes, bloody tears streamed down her wrinkled cheeks, leaving deep crimson streaks.

The vengeful spirit of the Old Witch.

Now, she had been enslaved by Magrito’s necromantic magic.

Since Magrito himself was busy dealing with Rhine, he had sent this ghostly wraith to aid the Eastern Witch in hunting the Queen.

Though the Old Witch had lost most of her magical power after becoming a spirit, she had gained eerie new abilities that made her incredibly difficult to destroy.

Her presence ensured that even if Magician Rhine managed to return to the sea, there would still be sufficient firepower on this battlefield.

Yet, at this moment, all these precautions seemed excessive.

The dragon circled above the Queen’s ship, its vast shadow sweeping across the deck.

Archers fired volleys of arrows at the creature.

But the rain of arrows barely scratched its scales.

The dragon let out a deafening roar. The soldiers trembled, some falling to their knees in sheer terror.

“Queen, come out! Where are you hiding?!”

“Hiding won’t save you—I’ll tear this ship apart if I have to!”

Just then—

The sea beneath the dragon suddenly turned a deep, eerie black.

The abyssal darkness stretched out like a living shadow, as if waiting to devour something.

“What is this?!”

A chilling sensation shot through the dragon’s body.

Then—

It dropped like a stone.

Dragged downward, the dragon plummeted from the sky, straight toward the blackened waters below.

The Waters of Certain Sinking.

SPLASH!

The dragon crashed into the ocean!

“Why?! What kind of magic is this?!”

Salty, bitter seawater flooded its mouth as the Eastern Witch—now in dragon form—thrashed in panic.

Meanwhile, the abyssal darkness continued to spread beneath the sea, expanding further and further.

And yet, it moved with eerie precision, deliberately avoiding the Queen’s flower ship.

“Look! That shadow in the water—it’s spreading!”

Soldiers aboard the frontmost Enderland warships pointed at the expanding darkness beneath them.

They stared, wide-eyed, failing to realize the imminent danger.

Within mere seconds—

The unfathomable black abyss had reached their ships.