The Wizard of Fairy Tale World-Chapter 165: The Death of Maleficent!

Chapter 165: The Death of Maleficent!

Rhine mimicked the black slave’s tone, pointing at the Middle Eastern Witch’s head, half amused and half angry as he scolded:

“You fool, you fool!

“Now I finally see—so that idiot witch was you all along!

“Good thing the gods sent me this dream, just to remind you not to throw your life away for nothing.

“You stupid b***h, if you die, who’s going to serve me?”

The Middle Eastern Witch nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Rhine continued:

“Wretch, stop helping that Black Witch Maleficent. Hurry up and lift the curse on the Land of Oz.

“If she asks, just tell her your sorcery is flawed and can’t last forever. That way, she won’t have an excuse to use your life to threaten others!”

The Middle Eastern Witch obeyed, took out a bowl, filled it with water, and chanted a few incantations. The water began to boil as if placed over fire.

After a moment, she flung the water into the air and declared:

“The land I cursed shall now return to its true form—revert, return to what it once was!”

Rhine knew then that the curse on the Land of Oz was about to be lifted.

At that very moment, thousands of miles away in Oz, the fish in the lake suddenly stirred, lifting their heads one by one, gradually transforming back into humans. The vanished Emerald City slowly reappeared upon the land, breathtakingly beautiful.

Seeing the Middle Eastern Witch lift the curse, Rhine scolded her again:

“You wretched woman! I thought you were so capable, but if I hadn’t warned you in time, you would’ve been cursed to death by Maleficent before you even realized it!

“You may have the power to turn an entire kingdom into ruins, but you only have one life.

“Listen to me—from now on, keep a low profile. Stop causing trouble. Just because your magic is powerful doesn’t mean you should go around casting spells recklessly. Otherwise, you’ll make enemies, and one day, you’ll die a miserable death!

“And that witches’ coven of yours—forget about them! You white women are all untrustworthy. You talk about ‘sisterhood,’ but behind each other’s backs, who knows what you’re really thinking?”

Tears streamed down the Middle Eastern Witch’s face as she kissed the ground at Rhine’s feet.

“I will always remember my master’s teachings. From now on, I will cut all ties with the witches’ coven.

“My dear master, I will take you far away to another land.

“I will no longer be the Queen of Alameid. I will leave that detestable cousin of mine behind. I only wish to be with you.”

…You two are actually kind of wholesome, in a weird way, Rhine thought to himself.

He knew now that the witches’ coven had lost another member.

With the death of the Eastern Witch, and the defection of the Sea Witch, the Queen, and now the Middle Eastern Witch, all that remained was Maleficent. Once she was dead, the coven would be finished.

The Middle Eastern Witch stepped out of the castle, sprinkling water around its perimeter while chanting an incantation. A black wind enveloped the castle, preparing to teleport it—and the two of them—to a distant land.

Taking advantage of the brief moment while the witch was away, Rhine rubbed his ring. A towering divine beast materialized before him.

Rhine spoke to the ring spirit:

“Now, bring the black man back.”

A gust of wind swept through the grass mat, and the snoring black man reappeared, exactly as he had been before.

Still lying on the mat, he was deep in sleep.

That black man had just experienced a strange dream.

In his dream, he had spoken to the Middle Eastern Witch—saying the exact same words Rhine had just spoken to her.

It turned out that Rhine had secretly ordered the ring spirit to plant a dream in the black man’s mind, making him experience everything Rhine had just done while impersonating him.

Rhine saw that the burly man was still snoring, so he gave him a light kick.

Then, Rhine clicked his heels together, stepped forward, and vanished into a silver whirlwind.

The black man jolted awake, feeling as if he had just emerged from a dream. In the dream, he had spoken at length with the witch.

Now that he thought about it, the dream didn’t feel out of place—it was exactly the sort of thing he would say.

The only strange part was that his dream self seemed… a bit too kind.

“Was that… really a dream?” He clutched his head, lost in the haze of waking up, unable to tell dream from reality.

But soon, after speaking with the Middle Eastern Witch, he would be completely convinced that what he dreamed wasn’t a dream at all, but reality.

Meanwhile, as Rhine predicted, by tomorrow morning, the young king would wake to find his wife—his cousin and queen—suddenly missing. He would surely be shocked and frantic.

Rhine planned to visit that young and promising king soon, to let him know he had just escaped disaster.

But for now, Rhine had more pressing matters—

He needed to return to the Land of Oz… to aid Aurora!

The spell cast by the Middle Eastern Witch was rapidly dissipating. The fish in the lake lifted their heads, their bodies expanding and morphing back into human form. The twisted space and distorted landscapes quickly reverted to their original states, returning people to their homes. The vanished Emerald City gradually emerged once more.

Inside a wooden house, Maleficent was unaware of what was happening outside.

She saw Aurora lying on the ground, barely clinging to life, about to be consumed by the curse.

Yet the girl… was smiling.

Maleficent’s eyes widened in shock.

Her body suddenly swelled, transforming back into a massive dragon.

A monstrous form, as large as a small mountain, burst through the house, sending wooden planks and splinters flying.

The black dragon that was Maleficent bared its fangs and instinctively unleashed a torrent of flames upon the girl lying on the ground.

Whoosh!

Sickly green fire engulfed the frail figure, reducing the shattered remains of the wooden house to ashes.

At that very moment, Maleficent suddenly recalled one crucial detail.

“Wait… that little princess… she’s immune to fire! One of her blessings was fire resistance!”

Maleficent cursed herself for acting on impulse. She opened her massive jaws, trying to chant a spell—trying to use a different type of magic.

But to her horror, her tongue wouldn’t move.

She couldn’t utter a single incantation.

She felt a bone-chilling cold sweep through her entire body. The icy grip penetrated her very soul, spreading through her flesh, devouring all her vitality and magic.

"What is this?"

"My curse?"

"I’ve… fallen victim to my own curse?! How is this possible?"

Maleficent could feel her life force draining at an alarming rate. Her massive dragon form was like a leaking reservoir, unable to retain its essence—every passing second sapped her strength further.

Thud.

The black dragon collapsed, her legs too weak to support her weight.

"Why?"

"This can’t be!"

"What in the world just happened?"

Maleficent could no longer maintain her dragon form. Her body rapidly shrank, reverting to her original appearance—

A woman clad in violet and black, radiating dark beauty and frenzied malice, now lay helplessly on the ground, feeling her life slipping away.

With great difficulty, she lifted her head, looking toward Aurora as the sickly green flames dissipated.

"I… I… why… why did I… get caught in my own… curse… how…"

As emerald sparks scattered into the night, a golden-haired girl steadily approached Maleficent’s weakened form.

Aurora no longer appeared frail. Her face had regained its color, her gaze was sharp, and her steps were steady and assured.

In her right hand, she held a sword. In her left—a crude straw doll, its surface stained with thick, putrid green dragon’s blood.

—Fate’s Substitute!

It was the life-saving artifact Rhine had given Aurora, her ultimate safeguard.

During their battle, Maleficent had bled heavily, spilling her noxious green dragon’s blood.

As Maleficent fled, Aurora had swiftly smeared some of that blood onto the straw doll, creating a voodoo effigy—a substitute linked to Maleficent herself.

Then, when the spindle pricked her finger, triggering the curse of death, Aurora had only needed a single thought to activate the effigy, exchanging her fate with Maleficent’s.

Whoosh!

Now, the one-time-use doll had ignited on its own, burning away in an instant, reduced to nothing but drifting ash.

"H-h-how could this happen?"

Maleficent trembled, her voice unsteady as she felt the cold grip of death tightening around her.

"I… am dying… because of my own… curse? It was supposed to be… you… who should’ve… died…"

Aurora suddenly smiled.

"Did you forget the blessing you bestowed upon me during my baptism?"

"You blessed me with a wonderful fifteen years of youth, and that only on my fifteenth birthday would I prick my finger on a spindle and die."

"And right now? It’s not my fifteenth birthday yet. So how could I possibly die from the curse?"

Aurora’s sweet smile held a hint of mocking amusement.

"Thanks to your blessing, I truly had a rather wonderful youth."

What?

No… no, that’s not what it meant! That’s not how that blessing works!

Maleficent’s body convulsed. She wanted to argue, to deny it, but her lips could no longer move.

As the final embers of her life flickered out, a sliver of comfort surfaced in her mind—

"Right… The curse on Oz is still there!"

"Even if Rhine and Aurora have killed me, they can only lift the curse on the Rose Kingdom. The people of this land will forever remain four-colored fish!"

"Hahaha… at least I didn’t lose completely. Even if the Rose Kingdom’s curse is gone, I’ve left a lasting disaster in a kingdom they care about!"

But then—

As Maleficent struggled to shift her gaze toward the distant horizon, her final illusion of victory shattered.

With her dimming vision, she saw the curse on Oz dissolving before her eyes:

The distorted geography and warped space were returning to normal. The beautiful Emerald City gradually materialized in the air.

And the people who had been turned into fish…

They were human again, appearing in their rightful places, joy and astonishment lighting up their faces.

"Thank the great Magician Oz! Thank the great Magician Rhine!"

As they realized the world had been restored, the people of Emerald City rejoiced in gratitude.

"Why?"

"How could the curse on Oz be lifted?"

"The Middle Eastern Witch… lifted the curse herself?"

"What in the world happened over there? Why would she do that?"

Maleficent’s last hope crumbled.

Despair consumed her.

At that moment, Aurora stood beside her.

"Don’t be too disheartened, Maleficent. I actually have some good news for you."

Good news? Maleficent’s clouded eyes flickered with confusion.

With great effort, she turned her gaze to Aurora.

The golden-haired princess raised her sword.

"You won’t die from your own curse."

"Because who knows? If you died in my place, it might bring disaster to the Rose Kingdom ahead of schedule…"

"So instead—" Aurora’s eyes flashed with determination.

"I will kill you myself."

No—!

Maleficent’s pupils dilated in horror.

The last image reflected in her eyes—

Was the Princess of the Rose Kingdom, raising her sword in all her fierce and fearless glory.

SHNK!

Aurora plunged the blade down.

Before the curse could claim Maleficent’s life, the sword had already pierced her heart.

Maleficent no longer had the strength to transform into a dragon.

She died as a human.

Bright scarlet blood gushed forth—hot, vivid, and eerily beautiful, like a crimson fountain.

The deep red splattered onto the green fields of Oz.

"Black Witch Maleficent," Aurora murmured, watching as the red blood stained the vibrant grass.

"So even you… bleed like a human."

—It was over.

Everything was over.

A decade of grudges and vengeance—over.

The curse on the Rose Kingdom—lifted.

At this moment, Aurora felt lighter than ever.

The heavy burden she had carried for so long… was finally gone.

She relaxed, stretched out her arms, and let herself fall onto the lush green grass.

She took in the beauty of the world in this single perfect moment:

The cool caress of the breeze.

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The gentle tickle of swaying grass against her cheeks.

The soft embrace of earth and greenery beneath her.

The fragrant scent of the land.

Above her—a black velvet sky adorned with silver moonlight and a thousand glittering stars.

She watched as the roads to Emerald City reappeared before her, saw figures materializing across the land, heard the joyous cheers of people restored to their true forms.

This… feels so nice.

So life… could be this peaceful after all…

At that moment, from the corner of her eye, Aurora caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

A strikingly handsome silver-haired boy stood beside her.

"It looks like you didn’t need my help after all."

Rhine knelt beside her, his tone filled with admiration as he praised the Princess of the Rose Kingdom:

"You did it, Aurora."

"You killed the Black Witch Maleficent with your own hands—and ended the curse of the Rose Kingdom!"