The Wizard of Fairy Tale World

Chapter 7: The Mad Black Witch

“This way, Lord Rhine.”

Rhine draped himself in a luxurious pure-white robe trimmed with gold, custom-tailored for the ceremony. Surrounded by attendants, he entered the grand and opulent hall.

The young mage maintained a steady stride, his robe flowing gracefully with each step, exuding an air of elegance and noble demeanor. Gently gathering the hem of his robe, Rhine sat elegantly in the ornate seat beside the King and Queen—his rightful place as the Sage of the Forest.

Compared to his initial entry into the palace months ago, Rhine now carried himself with far more poise and confidence. The past half-year had been anything but dull for the young man, as he immersed himself daily in the wonders of magic.

Indeed, the supernatural power of magic was an irresistible lure! With astonishing talent and months of dedicated practice, Rhine had long outgrown his former self, who could barely perform basic tricks.

Based on the information he had gathered over the past half-year about the witches, Rhine speculated that his current level of magic might even rival that of Violet Fairy, the leader of the kingdom’s twelve good witches. However, he was certain he could not compare to Maleficent, the legendary Black Witch said to wield magic that could blanket the entire kingdom.

Pulling himself from his musings, Rhine surveyed the noble guests entering along the crimson carpet, sharing in the joyous atmosphere. Tonight marked the baptism ceremony of Princess Aurora, a night of celebration throughout the kingdom.

For the King and Queen, long without an heir, the birth of a child was a momentous occasion, warranting unprecedented rejoicing. Across the realm, even minor criminals were pardoned, unpaid taxes were deferred, and all measures ensured the festive mood remained unspoiled.

From the nobility to the common folk, everyone blessed the birth of the Little Princess. In distant streets and alleys, vendors discussed the evening’s festivities, while farmers in remote villages chatted about the Princess’s birth.

In the capital, the heart of the celebration, the joy was indescribable. The city did not sleep; the lights burned bright, ribbons fluttered in the breeze, and songs of jubilation filled the air. Royals and nobles from distant lands had journeyed here, their entourages splendidly dressed, bearing lavish gifts to honor the newborn Princess Aurora.

“What an incredible display!” Rhine remarked from his seat as Court Mage, observing the procession of foreign guests. “There are no less than sixteen delegations from different nations here for this celebration!”

One by one, foreign royals approached the King, presenting generous gifts and offering heartfelt blessings for the Princess’s birth, their words dripping with praise. Rhine narrowed his eyes slightly.

The grander and more solemn the ceremony, the thicker the air of joy, the more Rhine worried about unforeseen disruptions.

“And now, let us welcome the 13 powerful witches.”

The 13 Witches made their way along the crimson carpet into the venue. Dressed in vibrant attire, each wore a distinct primary color. Together, they appeared like a rainbow from a distance. Yet, one among them stood out—a striking contrast to the others.

At the end of the procession, a tall witch clad in black and violet robes exuded a dark beauty and icy elegance. She alternated between a frosty demeanor and sudden bouts of hysterical laughter. At times, she waved at those around her; at others, she muttered to herself, seemingly unstable.

The other twelve witches maintained a deliberate distance from this peculiar figure—the Black Witch. Unlike the original storyline, she, too, had received an invitation from the King.

At the sight of the Black Witch, the old King visibly trembled. Clearly, he harbored a deep fear of this infamous master of dark magic.

Thank goodness I haven’t done anything to offend her, the King thought, patting his chest to steady himself. Besides, with the other twelve witches present—and Lord Rhine—surely everything would be fine. He stole a glance at the slender boy seated beside him.

“What a wonderful day! So many guests have arrived!” exclaimed the Black Witch, her tone fluctuating wildly.

“The prince from the Northern Kingdom is here, the knights from the Western Kingdom, and a delegation from the Eastern Desert Sultanate bearing splendid gifts! Oh, so many royals and nobles have come!”

“I thought someone like me, a monster, wouldn’t get an invitation. Oh, hahahahaha! I’m so happy!”

Her laughter rang out, a loud, theatrical sound as she doubled over, clutching her stomach as though hearing the funniest joke. Her exaggerated movements left those nearby visibly tense.

Ignoring the wary stares, the Black Witch joined the others, seating herself among them. Before each of the 13 Witches lay an ornate golden plate.

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