The Wizard of Fairy Tale World-Chapter 117: Let’s Kill the Witch of the East

Chapter 117: Let’s Kill the Witch of the East

Rhine and Aurora exchanged a glance.

“The Witch of the East? She came representing the Coven to meet the Queen?” Aurora speculated. “There’s no way we’re actually going to see her.”

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No matter how things looked, Aurora wasn’t truly the Queen. She was only relying on the magical influence of the enchanted perfume, which made the King and the Magic Mirror firmly believe that she was the Queen.

Rhine responded calmly, “No. Send her away.”

“Exactly,” Aurora mimicked the Queen’s arrogant tone. “Tell that old hag I have no interest in seeing her. She can scram!”

Then, she added furiously,

“Tell that witch the Queen says the Coven has taken advantage of her far too many times. I won’t be fooled again!

“I’ll let the past slide, but I don’t ever want to see them again! Get lost—go as far away as possible, and never contact me again!”

Hearing Aurora’s words, Rhine couldn’t help but smirk.

She’s actually doing a decent job imitating the Queen.

Dismantling the Coven from within and completely eliminating their control over the Magic Mirror was a highly desirable outcome for him. It was also a key part of the plan.

“What?! The Queen actually said that?”

Hearing the guards’ message, the Witch of the East was furious. Her withered hair stood on end.

“This is outrageous! She’s turned against us! This is treason!”

“That so-called Queen—who does she think she is to speak to me like that?!”

“She’s just the ruler of a minor kingdom! I could wipe out the entire White Kingdom if I wanted to!”

Her eyes gleamed with malice. She was about to storm into the palace and teach the Queen a lesson when a far more wicked idea occurred to her.

“Oh? So the Queen wants to restore and strengthen the White Kingdom?”

“Then I’ll drag this nation into catastrophe. I’ll make sure she watches everything she holds dear crumble before her eyes.”

The Witch of the East let out a cold, ruthless laugh. Her silver heels clicked against the ground, and in a sudden gust of wind, she vanished.

Not long after, news of a horrific crime reached the palace.

“A dozen people suddenly collapsed in the streets, their faces turning purple, as if they drowned on land?”

“In broad daylight? On dry land? A whole group of people drowning to death? How is that even possible?”

The ruler of the White Kingdom was astonished.

“Your Majesty, I suspect our enemies are behind this! They see our kingdom thriving under reform and seek to sabotage us!” one of the ministers declared. 𝔯𝓪𐌽о𐌱Ê𝘚

This official had recently been promoted due to the reforms and desperately wanted them to succeed.

“But how did the culprit manage it?” another minister questioned, deeply puzzled.

“There’s no need to worry. The Queen has the Magic Mirror. It will reveal the truth behind this bizarre case,” the King reassured them.

Hearing this, the ministers felt relieved.

This was a critical moment for the kingdom’s reforms. There could be no mistakes.

The King wasted no time relaying the incident to Rhine and Aurora.

“Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror, tell me—what truly happened in the capital today? Who is the murderer?”

Aurora questioned the mirror.

The mirror’s dark surface rippled. A haunting voice answered:

“The culprit is none other than the one who sought an audience with you today—the Witch of the East from the Land of Oz, known in the Coven as the Slave Master.”

The mirror’s surface shimmered, revealing a horrifying scene—

The Witch of the East, chatting with a group of commoners on a street corner. Their indifferent attitudes enraged her. In a fit of fury, she cast a spell, transforming them all into fish.

Aurora watched as the fish flopped helplessly on the ground, their bulging eyes filled with agony. They struggled, suffocated, and died wretchedly—only to transform back into human corpses once the spell wore off.

It was a scene of pure horror.

Aurora’s fists clenched tightly. She could feel the pain and desperation of those people as they died.

“This is monstrous! That old witch—how could she do something like this?!”

She turned to Rhine. After confirming that he had shielded their conversation from the Magic Mirror’s hearing, she declared with firm resolve:

“Teacher, we cannot let the Witch of the East get away with this! I want to take her down myself—just like I’ll personally kill the Black Witch Maleficent!”

This girl truly has an unyielding sense of justice... Rhine mused, feeling both admiration and approval.

He nodded. “We’ll have our chance.”

His expression turned serious.

“Don’t forget our plan.

“When we leave the White Kingdom, a direct conflict with the Coven will be inevitable.

“The Witch of the East possesses a pair of Silver Shoes. Within three steps, she can travel anywhere on the continent. That means she can instantly summon the Coven and launch a surprise attack on us.

“The Coven may not be united, but we cannot ignore this threat.

“So before we set off for the next kingdom—”

A sharp glint flashed in Rhine’s lake-blue eyes.

“The Witch of the East must die.

“And if we can’t kill her, we must take her Silver Shoes.”

Aurora raised her small fists.

“Yes! We have to eliminate this highly mobile threat.

“For our own safety in the journey ahead—for our mission to destroy the Black Witch Maleficent—and for justice for those she slaughtered!”

Still, concern crossed Aurora’s face.

“As a core leader of the Coven, the Witch of the East will be far more dangerous than that old crone from Enderland.

“Can we really defeat her—or at least steal her Silver Shoes—before we reach the next kingdom?”

Rhine stepped out of the room and delivered the shocking truth to the King and his ministers.

“What?! The murderer is a powerful foreign witch?”

“That vile woman slaughtered innocent people simply because she was in a bad mood?”

The ministers murmured among themselves.

They understood all too well—on this continent, those with powerful magic could topple kingdoms, slaughter rulers, and rewrite history.

The White Kingdom’s King was equally troubled.

He knew his wife was a witch, but she didn’t seem particularly powerful. Compared to this “Witch of the East” Rhine described, she was nothing.

Seeing the worry in their eyes, Rhine declared,

“Rest assured—as the Sage of the White Kingdom, I will see that justice is served.

“These reforms must show the world one thing: no one is above the law. Not even warriors who slay dragons or magicians who can destroy entire cities.”

The ministers’ hearts swelled with emotion.

The boy in his silver mage’s cloak, standing beside the throne, carried an authority beyond his years.

Rhine returned to his chamber and met Aurora’s gaze.

“Now, it’s time for the next phase of the plan.”

He placed a firm hand on Aurora’s shoulder.

“Let’s awaken the real Queen.”

The two of them vanished into thin air.

On the other side of the mountains, in a lush green forest—

Inside a small cottage where seven dwarves lived—

They sat around a warm fire, discussing recent events from the city.

They weren’t particularly interested in human affairs, but they often heard bits and pieces from passing travelers and hunters.

Beside them was a crystal coffin.

Inside lay a stunningly beautiful woman—with sharp lips and a pointed nose.

She was the Queen—the real Queen—who had fallen into a deep slumber after biting a poisoned apple.

“I heard that the magician Rhine not only became the Sage of the White Kingdom but also brought order and prosperity to the realm!”

“That’s incredible!”

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

The dwarves quickly hid the crystal coffin and opened the door—

Standing outside was a handsome prince, holding the reins of a fine steed, accompanied by his attendants.

“I am Prince Henry, the second prince of the Western Asia Kingdom.

“My men and I were hunting in these woods. We’re exhausted and thirsty. We saw your cottage and hoped we could rest here and have some food and water.

“Don’t worry—I’ll pay you in gold.”

The dwarves saw no reason to turn away a neighboring prince and let him inside.

After a hearty meal, Prince Henry wandered around the cottage—

And accidentally stepped into a small room—

Where he saw the Queen lying in the crystal coffin.

“My god… She’s breathtaking.

“Who is this woman?”