The Wizard of Fairy Tale World

Chapter 135: The Murderous Witch, Judged Today!

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

"Aurora, you must have noticed something," Rhine said with a smile. "Every time I transform into an animal, I’m not wearing any clothes. But when I change back into human form, my clothes reappear."

"Isn’t that obvious?" Aurora replied, exasperated.

"It’s because," Rhine explained, "when the body transforms, clothing merges into the new form, temporarily disappearing. It only returns when the transformation is undone."

"Teacher, are you trying to say something with this?" Aurora sensed there was more to his words.

"You remember, don’t you? Last time, when the Eastern Witch escaped using her last remaining silver shoe, she first reverted to human form."

Rhine’s smirk deepened.

"Even if we defeat her again, she could still use that one silver shoe to flee.

—

Back to the present.

As Aurora cornered the Eastern Witch beneath the ocean, above the waves, the Enderland fleet was facing its own crisis.

With Aurora holding off the dragon, the Sea Hag was now free to focus entirely on the battlefield above!

She rose from the abyssal depths, emerging onto the ocean’s surface. Raising her arms, she gazed at the Enderland warships still firing their cannons.

The dark, enchanted waters expanded once more, stretching further toward the fleet.

In an instant, two more Enderland warships were swallowed by the abyss.

The sailors aboard screamed for help, struggling desperately—but not a single one resurfaced.

"No! The shadow in the water—it’s spreading again!"

On the remaining eight or nine warships, the soldiers’ faces turned deathly pale.

"Full rudder! Full rudder! Turn the ship—avoid those waters at all costs!"

The captains barked frantic orders.

The same ships that had been relentlessly bombarding the White Kingdom’s vessel were now retreating in a panicked frenzy, as if terrified prey fleeing a predator.

And in their desperation, two more warships failed to escape in time, vanishing into the cursed depths.

"Commander, order the retreat! Stop wasting lives!"

"We can’t win this battle—not at sea, not against these mages!"

A soldier, weeping in fear, pleaded with his superior.

The armored officer clenched his jaw.

He surveyed what remained of his fleet—so many ships already lost, and those that remained scattered and fleeing in every direction.

His hands trembled, but after a brief hesitation, he finally roared:

"Retreat!"

—

Aboard the White Kingdom’s flower ship.

As the Enderland fleet ceased fire and fled in disarray, the soldiers and sailors aboard the White Kingdom’s vessel erupted into cheers.

"Victory! We’ve won!"

"They’re retreating!"

Many ran to the railing, waving toward the Sea Hag who floated just off the ship’s side.

"Thank you, Lady Witch of the Sea!"

They all knew—this powerful court magician from the Sea Kingdom was the true hero who had turned the tide of battle.

The Queen stood on the deck, watching the enemy ships grow smaller in the distance. She let out a silent breath of relief.

Then, she turned to the Sea Hag and smiled, raising a hand in gratitude.

"Once Aurora finishes off or captures the Eastern Witch, this will all be over."

—

About a week earlier…

Under Rhine’s arrangement, two peripheral members of the Witches' Coven had met in person for the first time, secretly coordinating today’s plan.

The old Sea Hag had merely nodded in response to the crowned Queen dressed in elegant silk.

Now, her gaze turned toward the abyssal waters behind her, as if she could see through the darkness—witnessing the battle raging below.

She saw the dragon’s blood clouding the sea in crimson.

She saw the dragon struggling to flee, desperate to escape the weightless abyss—only to be stopped by Aurora’s relentless pursuit.

She saw the dragon growing weaker and weaker, suffocating, bleeding out… on the verge of collapse.

So, even those lofty core members of the Witches’ Coven could fall so low.

The Sea Hag chuckled at the thought.

Turning back to the Queen, she spoke:

"Aurora is doing well. She’ll be finished soon."

"That’s good," the Queen exhaled, finally allowing herself to relax.

All around her, White Kingdom soldiers cheered, chanting their praises.

"Praise Her Majesty the Queen! Praise the Witch of the Sea!"

The scent of gunpowder slowly faded as the gentle sea breeze swept away the mist of battle. Sunlight broke through the clouds, spilling golden light across the waves, as if scattering gold foil upon a sapphire sea.

It was a beautiful sight…

The Queen smiled at the peaceful scene before her—

Then her body tensed.

A chilling sensation crawled up her spine.

A screeching wail—shrill, more grating than the sound of weeping—pierced the air behind her.

"What?!"

The Queen spun around.

A ghostly, deep-blue figure had somehow appeared right behind her.

A grotesque old woman—her face lined with deep wrinkles, her eyes bleeding red tears, her expression twisted in agony.

Even with the fleet in retreat, the old witch’s spirit had not forgotten her master’s order:

"Assist the Eastern Witch. Kill the Queen of the White Kingdom. If Magician Rhine arrives, stall him as long as possible."

Using its spectral stealth, the vengeful spirit had infiltrated the ship, waiting for this exact moment to strike.

"Ah!"

The Queen stumbled backward, falling to the deck as the ghost lunged toward her.

"Protect the Queen!"

Nearby soldiers rushed forward, drawing their bayonets and striking at the ghost—

But their weapons passed through it harmlessly.

The old witch’s spirit reached out, blood-streaked hands stretching toward the Queen’s throat.

Then—

A flash of deep blue light struck the spirit, blasting it backward by several meters.

The Queen turned, spotting the Sea Hag floating above the deck, her hand outstretched from casting the spell.

"Hmph. Just a vengeful ghost," the Sea Hag muttered. "She didn’t retain all her powers from life."

She chanted another incantation, sealing the ghost in a shimmering bubble.

The Queen, still pale, wiped the cold sweat from her brow.

"Finally, it’s over…"

—

At that moment—

A swift, athletic figure leapt from the ocean, landing gracefully on the deck.

Aurora!

The golden-haired girl had just consumed another potion, transforming her mermaid tail back into human legs.

And slung over her shoulder—

Was the unconscious, heavily wounded Eastern Witch, now back in her human form.

"I was going to kill her," Aurora said flatly. "But Teacher has important questions for her. So unfortunately… I had to let her live."

THUD!

She unceremoniously dropped the Eastern Witch onto the deck.

The impact jolted the battered witch awake, sending her into a fit of coughing as she spat up seawater.

The silver shoe—the last one she had left—was now in Aurora’s hand.

The gathered soldiers and sailors closed in, whispering excitedly.

"That’s her, right? The one who murdered innocent civilians in the capital?"

"We finally caught her!"

Their hearts pounded.

For in this new, reformed White Kingdom—

Even a powerful witch would not escape justice!

The Queen and the Sea Hag stood on either side, gazing down at their fallen former colleague.

The trial was about to begin.

"Teacher will be here soon," Aurora said coldly, eyes fixed on the defeated Eastern Witch.

"He has questions for you. You’d better answer them honestly."

"Cough, cough…"

The Eastern Witch, struggling against blood loss, hacked up another mouthful of briny water.

But then—

A slow smile curled her lips.

She was laughing.

She was actually laughing.