The Wizard of Fairy Tale World-Chapter 164: Aurora Pricked by the Spindle

Chapter 164: Aurora Pricked by the Spindle

A golden-haired girl wielded her sword in an intense battle against the monstrous Black Dragon, Maleficent.

Maleficent had defeated Aurora once before. As the fight began, she remained confident in her inevitable victory.

But once the battle truly commenced, she realized—defeating this little princess of Rose Kingdom was far harder than she had imagined!

"What’s going on?! Aurora has gotten stronger!"

The girl’s movements were quicker and more refined. Her sword strikes were sharper, her attacks fiercer!

Maleficent attempted her old tricks. Just like in their battle at sea, she opened her massive jaws and cast a vicious curse at Aurora.

But this time, the curse’s effectiveness was greatly diminished. It only slightly hindered the princess’s movements and failed to bring her down.

It was as if some unseen force was shielding Aurora’s soul, protecting her from the corruption of the curse!

Maleficent flapped her massive wings and soared into the sky.

She wanted to dominate the battle from the air!

However—

The shoes on Aurora’s feet sprouted wings.

She lifted off the ground and shot toward Maleficent like a comet.

Her sword struck true, piercing through Maleficent’s obsidian scales. The monstrous dragon roared in agony as foul-smelling green blood splattered across the land.

"Aaargh!!"

Pain seared through Maleficent’s chest.

She couldn’t understand—how had this little princess of Rose Kingdom become so formidable in just a few weeks?!

What Maleficent didn’t know was that Aurora’s growth had come from two sources:

First, her exceptional ability to learn. After surviving their first encounter, she memorized every strategy for battling the Black Dragon, refining her skills to perfection.

Second, she was now carrying the blessings of twelve witches once more.

Aurora struck again and again, tireless and relentless. Her emerald-green eyes gleamed with an unshakable resolve.

She knew—this was the peak of her existence, in both power and spirit.

She had never been this strong. Never been this determined. Never been this invincible.

And she knew—she was not fighting alone.

"What’s wrong, Maleficent? Are you afraid?

"A mighty witch like you, who destroys kingdoms on a whim, is actually trembling before a little princess?"

Aurora’s voice was firm, her strikes swift as the wind. Meanwhile, Maleficent—the mighty Black Dragon—was forced to retreat.

Her colossal form meant she wouldn’t fall immediately, but with every wound accumulating, her downfall was only a matter of time.

"No! This can’t be happening!"

"Am I… actually going to lose?"

"Impossible!"

"I have destroyed dozens—no, hundreds—of kingdoms! I have crushed armies! Slaughtered countless warriors and sorcerers!"

"And now… I’m about to be defeated by a teenage girl?!"

"A girl I personally cursed?!"

Maleficent couldn’t accept this reality.

Her moment of hesitation cost her—another strike from Aurora’s sword plunged deep into her body.

"Maleficent, you’re retreating! You’re trembling!

"Why, oh why, would the great Black Witch—who wipes out nations for fun—be afraid of a mere princess?"

"Wasn’t this duel your idea?"

Aurora laughed wildly.

Her beautiful face carried a madness that rivaled Maleficent’s own.

"Thank you, Maleficent!

"Thank you for giving me this one-on-one battle!

"Now I finally get to end this with my own hands!"

With that, Aurora leaped high into the sky, channeling all her strength into a single, devastating strike.

This was the strongest attack of her life.

The cold light of her blade flashed.

A geyser of putrid green dragon blood erupted, drenching Aurora from head to toe and staining the fields of Oz.

Maleficent’s massive body crashed to the ground, kicking up a storm of dust.

Silence.

"Is it over?"

Aurora didn’t lower her sword. She narrowed her eyes, staring at the fallen Black Dragon.

"You… cough… don’t think you can kill me that easily."

Maleficent wheezed, her breathing ragged.

"Still resisting?"

Aurora raised her sword again.

Maleficent realized the danger and quickly muttered an incantation. Her body dissolved into black smoke and shot into the distance.

"You won’t escape!"

Aurora bolted after her, moving with lightning speed.

Maleficent growled in frustration.

"Damn it… I didn’t want to use my final trick.

"I didn’t think I’d even need it."

She had one last card to play!

The black smoke twisted and turned, darting behind a distant mountain. There, standing alone in the barren plains, was a small wooden cottage.

Maleficent’s smoky form slipped through its open window.

Aurora frowned.

A wooden cottage?

How had this place survived in the cursed lands of Oz?

She strode to the front door and kicked it open.

Inside, the room was pitch dark.

She called out:

"Maleficent! Come out!"

Silence.

Nothing moved in the gloom.

Aurora hesitated.

Something felt… off.

She reached into her pocket and grasped a small, cold object.

A sense of calm washed over her.

It was a protective charm—prepared for her by Rhine.

She exhaled slowly. She would be fine.

After a brief pause, Aurora stepped into the darkness.

The silence inside was suffocating.

She walked forward cautiously.

Each step she took caused the old wooden floor to creak.

The air was still.

Even the faintest rustle of the wind was eerily absent.

Inside the Cottage

Aurora took a few more cautious steps forward. In the darkness ahead, something stirred, producing a rhythmic, crisp clicking sound.

"Maleficent? Is that you?"

Her right hand gripped her sword tightly. With her left index finger, she softly chanted a spell. A bright glow flickered to life at her fingertip, illuminating the dim room.

At last, she could see the source of the sound.

It was a… loom?

A weaving loom, operating entirely on its own, spinning thread into fabric without a weaver in sight!

"What…?"

Aurora’s emerald eyes widened. Her breath hitched, her heart pounding violently.

The moment the glow fully revealed the loom’s outline, something shot out from it—fast as lightning—aiming straight at her!

Aurora was caught off guard—or perhaps, as if fate itself had willed it, she simply failed to evade.

A sharp pain pricked her outstretched finger.

A drop of crimson blood welled up from her fingertip and splattered onto the floor.

The blessings that had once made her invulnerable did not activate.

Thud.

The object that had struck her tumbled to the ground.

Aurora lowered her gaze.

Her finger was only slightly wounded, barely bleeding. But when she looked down at the fallen object, her blood ran cold.

It was a spindle.

A chill spread down her spine.

A familiar, icy voice spoke from the shadows behind her, sending a shiver through her body.

"I enchanted the loom. The moment you got too close, the spindle would ensure your doom."

"This is your fated curse, Aurora. Even destiny itself conspires to fulfill it!"

Maleficent’s voice was sharp, cruel, and triumphant.

Then, she laughed.

A beautiful yet utterly deranged laugh.

It echoed through the small, dark cottage, intertwining with the eerie prophecy that had been cast over a decade ago:

"Oh, King…

"I curse your daughter and this land!

"Your beloved child will perish, the moment she is pricked by a spindle!"

Meanwhile, in Alamaid Kingdom—A Ruined Castle

Rhine, still disguised as the Middle Eastern Witch’s black slave lover, continued telling his fabricated “dream”:

"In my dream, I saw the Land of Oz—lush and green, a beautiful sight.

"I walked into a dazzling city, its streets paved with emeralds. The people wore green robes and smiled brightly. Everything was peaceful and harmonious.

"But suddenly, the scenery changed.

"The city and the people vanished. In their place was a vast lake, teeming with countless fish.

"Those fish… they all stared at me, their eyes filled with sorrow. It was terrifying, like they wanted to speak to me. Their gazes sent shivers down my spine."

Rhine feigned a terrified shudder, hugging himself as if gripped by fear.

"Tell me, what does this mean? I can still feel their haunting eyes, as if they were trying to curse me in my sleep!"

The Middle Eastern Witch chuckled, waving a dismissive hand.

"Oh, my dearest master, you need not worry. The land you dreamt of was transformed by my magic.

"The Land of Oz is far, far away—it has nothing to do with us."

Rhine furrowed his brows in mock confusion.

"So… you’re the one responsible for this?"

Then, his expression twisted into a furious glare.

"You fool! If that country has nothing to do with us, why did you curse them? Now their damned fish are haunting my dreams!"

The Middle Eastern Witch paled, dropping to her knees. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded:

"Master, please! You misunderstand!

"I told you before—I have several sisters, fellow witches, who practice magic across the lands. We use enchanted mirrors to communicate across great distances.

"One of my sisters begged me to cast the spell. She linked to me through the mirror and asked me to send the curse to the Land of Oz.

"She is even more powerful than I am! But as for why she wanted Oz cursed… I do not know."

Rhine’s voice thundered with anger.

"You idiot! That ‘sister’ of yours—was her name Maleficent, by any chance? Could she turn into a black dragon?"

The Middle Eastern Witch gasped.

"Master! How do you know that name? Did you see her in your dream?!"

Rhine kicked her hard, sending her sprawling onto the ground.

"You fool, you utter fool!

"That black witch Maleficent isn’t your friend! She tricked you!"

The Middle Eastern Witch trembled, torn between disbelief and growing dread.

"Master… why would you say that?"

Rhine pretended to recall his “dream,” his voice grim.

"I saw the black dragon transform into a woman.

"She held two children hostage and sneered,

'The curse upon Oz? That was cast by a foolish witch I tricked. Only she can lift it.'

"Then, she pulled out a single strand of hair and sneered,

'If you don’t obey me, I’ll use this curse to kill that idiot witch. If she dies, the people of Oz will remain fish forever!'

"When I saw this in my dream, I thought,

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'What a treacherous, deceitful woman. Asking for help, only to threaten the very one who aided her!'

"And then I thought…

'That foolish witch—how utterly pathetic. She doomed herself for someone who never cared for her life.'"

The Middle Eastern Witch recoiled in horror.

"My hair?

"My hair… fell into Maleficent’s hands?"

Her face turned ghostly pale.

"That black witch is a master of deadly curses. With even a single strand, she could kill me instantly!"

She suddenly clutched her head, realization dawning.

"She was here in Alamaid before… She must have stolen my hair while she was in my palace!"

Back in the Cottage

A deep chill crept through Aurora’s soul.

Her life force was draining rapidly.

Her mind grew sluggish.

Maleficent’s figure blurred in her vision, the room dimming around her.

Death was near.

Clang.

Aurora’s sword slipped from her weakening grip, clattering against the wooden floor.

Maleficent burst into laughter, eyes gleaming with twisted delight.

"Hah! I couldn’t defeat you in battle—but in the end, you still had this fatal weakness!"

She stepped closer, her expression smug and wickedly beautiful.

"You will die, won’t you? After all, your dear magician Rhine never used his blessings to weaken my curse. That means… your death is inevitable, isn’t it?"

Maleficent smirked.

"What a shame. If he had blessed you properly, perhaps he could have changed death into mere sleep. Then at least, you wouldn’t be doomed."

Her smile was breathtaking yet sinister.

"But oh, how foolish you were!

"You could have lived a short yet peaceful life in your palace, enjoying your youth in comfort.

"And perhaps, in the end, my curse might not have even claimed your life.

"But no… instead, you threw it all away—just to die pitifully before me."

Aurora collapsed.

Her body struck the floor with a soft thud.

But still—she stubbornly lifted her head.

Her sharp, unwavering gaze bore into Maleficent.

The black witch’s expression shifted as Aurora, despite her paling complexion, smiled.

"Why are you smiling?" Maleficent’s eyes narrowed.

Aurora’s lips curled faintly.

"Because this time, I never expected my teacher to save me."

Her voice was weak, but resolute.

"Because this time… I want to kill you with my own hands."

Maleficent’s heart skipped a beat.

Instinct screamed at her—danger.

Though she didn’t understand why a dying Aurora spoke with such certainty, she felt it.

Maleficent’s arms spread wide. Her body expanded, twisting as she began to morph back into a black dragon—

To end Aurora once and for all.