The Wizard of Fairy Tale World

Chapter 134: Mermaid Aurora

The short soldier turned and shouted toward the cabin behind her:

"It’s done, Your Majesty. You can lift your disguise spell now!"

In the next moment, a burst of pure white mist erupted from the soldier’s body, revealing her true appearance.

A flawless, delicate face. Gem-like emerald eyes. Golden hair billowing in the wind, and a white garment fluttering under the sea breeze—an awe-inspiring sight of grace and strength.

Aurora!

She had been on this ship from the very beginning!

Without hesitation, Aurora dashed toward the ship’s edge. She knew that naval warfare was not her strong suit.

For a warrior of her caliber, the most fitting opponent was undoubtedly a dragon!

"Sea Hag! Keep using your magic against the warships—I’ll take care of the Eastern Witch!"

Midair, the golden-haired girl spun gracefully, and with practiced ease, pulled the flask from her waist and poured the brown liquid into her mouth.

The moment the last drop of the bitter potion was swallowed, Aurora hit the water.

SPLASH!

She had chosen a dark, buoyancy-less part of the sea, sinking rapidly—deeper and deeper.

Cold seawater enveloped her, and the suffocating sensation of being unable to breathe struck immediately.

But within seconds, Aurora adapted completely.

Her legs pressed together, swiftly fusing into a magnificent fishtail.

The potion that transformed humans into mermaids!

Mermaid Aurora continued to sink, landing firmly on the ocean floor—right between the Sea Hag and the Eastern Witch, who had taken the form of a dragon.

In the next second, a sharp sword was unsheathed, its crisp metallic ring echoing through the murky waters.

"We meet again, Eastern Witch."

"This time, you won’t escape!"

Aurora raised her sword, aiming it directly at the dragon.

Even as a mermaid, moving upwards in this dark, weightless water was nearly impossible. She could only maneuver near the seabed.

Yet, as soon as she transformed, Aurora could feel it—

The ocean was no longer an obstacle. It was her ally.

Her movements—raising her sword, slashing, dodging—merged seamlessly with the water.

She had also gained gills, allowing her to breathe freely, while the Eastern Witch, in her dragon form, had to endure the agony of fighting without air!

"How does it feel, suffocating like that, Eastern Witch?"

Aurora’s hand gripped her longsword as her vivid red fishtail flicked below her.

A manic grin spread across her flawless face.

"Painful, isn’t it?"

"Feels like your lungs are about to burst, doesn’t it?"

Her smile grew wilder and more terrifying, completely at odds with her innocent, delicate appearance.

Then, her expression hardened into sheer killing intent.

"This is the agony the innocents you cursed into fish felt as they suffocated to death on land!"

The Eastern Witch, in her dragon form, stared blankly as Aurora charged toward her—shocked, frozen, unable to react.

"That girl—the warrior always at Magician Rhine’s side!"

"Why?"

"Why is she here? On the Queen’s ship?"

"Didn’t she leave the country with Magician Rhine?"

"Magrito told me I didn’t need to worry about this super warrior anymore!"

"How did she suddenly appear at sea?"

"Or was the information wrong from the very beginning?"

A chilling fear crawled up the Eastern Witch’s spine.

"If this girl has been on the ship all along… then who was the one that left with Magician Rhine?"

—

Two weeks earlier, in the White Kingdom’s palace.

Rhine, Aurora, and the Queen were discussing the plan to hunt down the Eastern Witch.

"Your Majesty, I have a question," Rhine asked. "That disguise spell of yours, the one that lets you appear as an old peddler woman—can it be cast on someone else?"

The Queen nodded.

"Of course."

Then, her usual commanding presence returned, and she added proudly:

"My disguise magic is flawless—almost impossible to see through."

"Heh, I may not be skilled in combat magic, but I was still strong enough to join the Witches' Coven. I have my specialties!"

Rhine smiled.

"Good. Here’s our plan…"

—

In the White Kingdom’s forest.

The soldiers escorting Sage Rhine were steadily making their way back to the capital.

The false Aurora still rode her steed, the tension in her face finally easing.

Relief filled her expression, and hope shone in her eyes.

"Sage, you must capture that vile witch and avenge my father and sister!"

She was just an ordinary girl from the White Kingdom. When the Eastern Witch came to the capital, she lost her loved ones forever.

Her father and sister had died in the streets, suffocating to death—faces purple, expressions twisted in agony.

Now, she finally had the chance to be part of the plan to bring that witch to justice!

—

Back beneath the dark waters.

The Eastern Witch, overwhelmed by shock, couldn’t react in time.

Aurora’s sword pierced through her dragon scales.

It was the legendary holy sword she had purchased from the dwarves at a great cost!

Blood burst from the Eastern Witch’s body, diffusing into the sea.

"Impossible!"

The dragon-witch’s face contorted in pain.

"She can hurt me?"

"She’s stronger than last time!"

"No… it’s not just her skill. Her strikes are faster, her swordsmanship sharper… and her weapon is even deadlier!"

Aurora struck again and again!

The dense, dark water slowed the Eastern Witch’s movements, forcing her to retreat under the relentless assault.

With each desperate move, her air supply dwindled, and the suffocating pain intensified.

Her dragon body bore more and more wounds under Aurora’s merciless onslaught.

She tried casting magic, but every attempt was disrupted with precise, brutal efficiency.

This time, Aurora had experience.

She wielded a sword that could slice through iron like paper.

And her enemy was weakened by the suffocating deep sea.

Last time, she and her mentor had failed to take down the Eastern Witch.

But now, Aurora alone had her pinned!

"You look like you're in agony. Desperate for air?"

Aurora taunted as she slashed, watching the dragon-witch’s face twist in pain.

She had never been the type to mock enemies in battle.

But against this witch—who had mercilessly slaughtered civilians—

She felt no hesitation.

For the first time, she realized:

Perhaps she had a talent for cruelty, one that had simply never surfaced before.

Another strike!

Blood poured from the dragon’s wounds. She was gravely injured.

The Eastern Witch flapped her wings, retreating in agony.

"No… if this continues, I’ll die. I’ll definitely die!"

Her mind raced.

Should she use her last enchanted silver shoe to teleport away?

Even if the destination was random, it was better than dying!

But—

Her clothes and shoes had fused into her dragon form.

To use the silver shoe, she had to revert to human form.

But in this crushing deep-sea pressure—

In the face of Aurora’s ruthless attacks—

If she transformed back, she would be dead in an instant!

"This was a trap all along!"

"Whether I stay in this form or revert to human, I’m doomed either way!"

Airless lungs.

Unbearable pain.

Blinding dizziness from blood loss.

For the first time in her life—

The Eastern Witch felt something she had never known before.

Despair.

She wanted to call for help.

But in the depths of the sea, her voice couldn’t travel.

Even if she screamed, no one would hear.

As the crushing weight of doom closed in on her heart,

She called out, deep in her soul—

"Save me, Maleficent!"