The Wizard of Fairy Tale World

Chapter 133: The Sea Hag’s Revenge

Suddenly, several Enderland warships lost their buoyancy and began sinking at high speed.

“The ship is going down?!”

“Why? Are we leaking?!”

“No, the ship isn’t leaking… but we’re still sinking!”

“That dragon—the one the witch transformed into—it fell into the sea too!”

“What the hell is happening?!”

The helmsmen frantically adjusted their courses, sails billowed in the wind, and the warships struggled against the ominous waters. But no matter how they fought, their sinking was inevitable.

In the span of a few breaths, the warships vanished beneath the waves. Black seawater surged into their cabins and flooded the decks.

“We’re sinking! The ship is sinking!”

On the other warships, the same fate played out.

The soldiers, too, were swallowed by the dark water.

Yet, as elite marines of the empire, they did not despair.

Most were strong swimmers—falling into the sea wouldn’t mean instant death.

As long as they could hold on for a little while, their fellow soldiers on other ships would surely come to their aid.

But the moment they plunged into that black abyss, they realized—

No matter how desperately they paddled, no matter how hard they tried to break the surface, they couldn’t rise back up.

They couldn’t lift their heads above the water. They couldn’t breathe.

Their bodies were being dragged deeper.

Panicked, they opened their mouths to scream—only for the thick, tar-like water to rush in, filling their lungs.

They sank. And sank. And sank.

Before they lost consciousness, their hands reached toward the fading light of the surface, struggling… but then, with a few final, muffled gurgles, their arms went limp.

On the more distant warships, Enderland soldiers watched in horror.

Through the thinning mist, they saw their comrades vanishing beneath the sea—

Yet none of them resurfaced.

Only a few stray air bubbles popped at the surface before the waves erased all trace of them.

The soldiers shivered in terror.

Some of them, suddenly recalling old childhood stories, thought of the mermaids’ curse—

The old legend claimed that mermaids loved to create shipwrecks and misfortune.

That they would hold hands, floating on the sea’s surface, singing their eerie lullabies to doomed sailors:

"Welcome, travelers from afar, to the deep blue sea, to the palace of the Sea King."

But in the legend—only the dead could reach the Sea King’s palace.

In the depths of the dark sea.

The Sea Hag lifted her gaze, watching warships sink one after another. Watching soldier after soldier drown, their lifeless bodies drifting toward the ocean floor.

The scene was hauntingly beautiful—like a snowfall of the dead.

And she was the one who created it.

She was the royal alchemist and court mage of the Sea King.

The one and only witch of the Sea Kingdom.

The Sea Hag.

She ignored the drowning soldiers.

Her focus was on one target—the dragon that had also been dragged into the sea.

…

The dragon couldn’t speak underwater, but its massive, bloodshot eyes burned with fury—and fear.

"That witch… the one at the fringes of the Coven? The Sea Witch?!"

"She’s the one who cast the spell, dragging me and the warships into the ocean!"

"Why?! Why is she here?!"

A thousand thoughts raced through the Eastern Witch’s mind.

"Surprised to see me?"

The Sea Hag smirked, arms outstretched.

"On land, I would be no match for you. But here, in the sea?"

"This is my domain."

At her command, the coral reefs and twisted marine plants came to life—their vine-like limbs stretching toward the dragon.

The dragon’s eyes widened in shock.

The Sea Hag recalled the moment, not long ago, when Rhine had come to her.

That day, Rhine had once again traveled to the Sea King’s palace, riding within the belly of a transparent-bellied fish.

"Sea King, Sea Witch—I need your help."

"Sea Witch, it’s been a while. Are you still living in fear of an attack from the Coven?"

The Sea Hag had nodded.

The one she feared most was the Slave Master of the Coven.

A witch who owned a pair of Silver Shoes, allowing her to teleport anywhere on land in just three steps.

She had long dreaded the day when she would go to sleep… only to never wake up again.

"Rather than always defending, why not strike first?"

Then, Rhine had pulled out a Silver Shoe.

The Sea Hag had gasped in shock.

"I happen to have the perfect bait to lure the Slave Master into a trap."

"Let’s work together. We’ll set an ambush and kill the Slave Master."

"We’ll make sure the battle happens at sea—our domain."

"After this, you’ll never have to fear assassination from the Coven again."

"And as for me… once we capture the Slave Master, I have questions for her."

"Questions about… the Coven’s leader."

The Sea Hag’s memories faded.

The only thing left before her now—

Was the enraged dragon.

The dragon’s eyes bulged, veins popping with rage.

The Eastern Witch could hardly believe it—

The Queen and the Sea Witch—two Coven members she had always looked down upon—had set a trap for her!

Today, half of the Coven’s members were gathered in this ocean.

But instead of a meeting—

Two outcast witches had banded together… to hunt a core member.

The dragon lashed out, kicking up massive underwater currents as it sprinted across the ocean floor, charging straight at the Sea Hag.

"I’LL KILL YOU!"

Even as a dragon, the Eastern Witch could withstand the crushing water pressure and brief suffocation.

She had to kill this traitorous witch before she drowned—then escape this cursed sea.

"Don’t think you’ve won just because we’re underwater!"

The dragon thundered forward, the entire seabed trembling beneath her might.

The coral and sea plants trying to ensnare her? She ripped through them effortlessly.

"Even if you stall me, it won’t matter. The Enderland warships will still sink the Queen’s ship. That old witch’s vengeful spirit will finish her off in my place!"

The Sea Hag smiled as the raging dragon barreled toward her.

Because before Rhine returned…

The sea’s battlefield had more than one powerful player.

Above the sea.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The air reeked of gunpowder.

Cannonballs screamed through the sky, shattering what little mist remained.

With nearly half their fleet sunk, the remaining Enderland warships kept their distance from the black abyss, avoiding the fate of their fallen comrades.

But even as they pulled back, their firepower still dominated the battle.

BOOM!

The Queen’s flower ship rocked violently, nearly capsizing.

On deck, sailors and soldiers tumbled to the ground.

“We’ve been hit!”

“The enemy’s firepower is overwhelming! We can’t hold out much longer!”

BOOM!

Another cannonball struck, sending the ship reeling once more.

The once majestic flower ship, a symbol of White Kingdom’s royalty, now wavered like a candle in the storm.

"If we take one more hit, we’re finished."

Even the elite royal guards were losing hope.

"Your Majesty… where are you?"

BOOM!

Another cannonball hurtled toward the ship.

But just before it hit—

A tiny figure blurred into motion, faster than an arrow loosed from a bow.

The figure leapt into the air—

And kicked the cannonball away.

BANG!

The deflected shell exploded harmlessly into the sea.

The soldiers gawked in stunned silence.

"Who the hell just… kicked away a cannonball?!"

The tiny figure stood tall, wind whipping around them.

And at last—

The soldiers recognized them.

The small soldier who had always been by the Queen’s side.

"It’s him?! Who IS he?!"