The Wizard of Fairy Tale World-Chapter 163: The Humble Middle Eastern Witch

Chapter 163: The Humble Middle Eastern Witch

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The Middle Eastern Witch crawled on the ground beside Rhine, pressing her lips to the floor in a submissive kiss. Her posture was utterly degrading!

Under the influence of False Love perfume, she saw Rhine as her beloved black slave—down to his very appearance and aura.

Yet, to her shock, Rhine merely turned over, his back to her, and let out a cold snort:

"Hmph! Wretched woman, you're not even worthy to speak to me!"

The Middle Eastern Witch was terrified. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"My dearest master, what have I done wrong? How have I angered you?"

Rhine remained silent, offering no explanation, merely staring at her coldly.

The witch assumed he was upset that she had come too late tonight. She hurriedly explained:

"My beloved, you know I am a married woman. I was forced to wed my cousin, the king. I have to wait until he falls asleep before I can sneak away!

"And today, a sister from the Coven sought my help in casting a curse on a distant kingdom. That delayed me further."

At the mention of her royal husband, the Middle Eastern Witch’s face twisted with hatred.

"I despise that husband of mine! I never wanted to live with him! If it weren’t for my fear of bringing trouble upon you, I would have already cast a spell to turn this wretched palace into ruins and filled the sky with the cries of owls and ravens!"

Rhine, mimicking the tone of the black slave from the original tale, spat back harshly:

"You damnable wretch, speaking out of both sides of your mouth!

"You white people are truly despicable! Always pretending to be virtuous while secretly going against me!"

The Middle Eastern Witch sobbed even harder. She wiped her tears and crawled forward, kissing the cold stone floor beside Rhine’s makeshift bed.

"My beloved master, I swear on my soul, I have spoken nothing but the truth! I would never dare deceive you!"

Her pathetic display nearly made Rhine shudder with disgust.

Maintaining his act, he sneered in the black slave’s arrogant tone:

"Don’t think that weeping and groveling will earn my pity!

"You claim your magic is so powerful. Do you truly have the ability to wipe this entire kingdom off the map with just a flick of your hand?"

The Middle Eastern Witch eagerly nodded:

"My beloved master, of course! I do not know why, but I was born with immense magical power. I never studied it, yet I instinctively understand countless spells of great strength.

"But this kingdom despises witches, so I have always hidden my abilities. That disgusting cousin of mine still thinks I am just a weak woman!"

Ah, so she’s like me—a mage with an innate, extraordinary constitution.

Rhine finally understood the terrifying source of her power.

Feigning disbelief, he scoffed:

"You fool. You're clearly lying.

"If your magic were truly as great as you boast—if you could reduce an entire kingdom to ashes at will—why waste your time as a mere queen?

"Oh, I see now! You just want to defy me on purpose!

"If you truly hated your cousin so much, if you couldn't stand to look at him, why did you even marry him?"

Rhine pretended to grow furious, his tone and expression perfectly imitating the black slave from the story.

Hearing his increasingly absurd accusations, the Middle Eastern Witch panicked. She threw herself onto the ground, weeping as she pleaded:

"My dearest master, I had no choice! You know our country's customs—cousins have always married, since ancient times.

"And my cousin loved me. He is the king—how could I refuse?

"I was forced into this marriage. Every day, I live in misery, pretending to be a loving wife while secretly weeping. Only when he falls asleep can I steal away to see you!"

Rhine, playing the black slave, sat up and jabbed a finger at the witch’s forehead, cursing her:

"Idiot! Idiot! Are all you white people so brainless?

"Do you not realize what you are? With a mere flick of your fingers, you could turn this entire kingdom to dust! Every life in this city is at your mercy!

"And yet you still cower behind petty traditions?

"If your cousin knew even a fraction of your true power, he wouldn’t dare utter a single word if you broke off your marriage right in front of him!

"You could walk openly through this city, coming to me as you please, and no one would dare stop you!"

Rhine’s words mirrored his own thoughts.

Seriously, why would a witch powerful enough to reshape an entire kingdom need to sneak around like a common adulteress?

The Middle Eastern Witch stared at him, her eyes wide with shock.

After a long silence, she finally bowed her head.

"My master… your words… are not without reason."

Yes… why had she been enduring all this?

Every night, she sneaked out like a thief, constantly afraid of being caught.

Slap!

Rhine struck the Middle Eastern Witch across the face, sending her sprawling to the ground.

She clutched her reddened cheek, trembling and begging for forgiveness.

So satisfying!

This is what you get for helping Maleficent. This is what you get for casually harming others!

Rhine was thrilled, but he kept his expression dark and furious.

"My dearest master, I was wrong! I was foolish and blind! Please, calm your anger and forgive me!"

The Middle Eastern Witch groveled on the ground, sobbing pathetically.

This is amazing!

I’m the one hitting her, yet she’s the one begging me for forgiveness!

Seeing her total submission, Rhine had to restrain the urge to slap her a few more times.

Instead, he barked out furiously:

"You wretched whore! I see now—you just want to be queen!

"You claim to hate your husband, yet you live so comfortably with him!

"I don’t know what disgusting things you do in that king’s bed while I’m not around!"

The Middle Eastern Witch paled in horror.

"Master, no! Please, don’t think that! My love for you is real!"

Rhine let out a contemptuous snort.

"If that’s true, then obey my orders! Do as I say, and I might just forgive you!"

The Middle Eastern Witch was overjoyed.

"Yes! Yes, my beloved master! Tell me what you wish! I will obey your every word!"

Rhine commanded coldly:

"First—stop being queen.

"With your power, even the greatest emperors on this continent would welcome you as an honored guest. Why waste yourself in this tiny, wretched kingdom?

"Use your magic to take me and this castle somewhere else. Then summon endless gold and jewels.

"We will marry, live in luxury, and spend every day together!

"Why continue sneaking around like some pathetic criminal?"

The Middle Eastern Witch nodded eagerly.

"Master is right! Everything shall be done as you command!"

Though she felt their secret meetings would lose some of their thrill, the idea of finally marrying her lover made her heart soar.

"Once we leave, shall I destroy my cousin’s kingdom?" she asked cautiously. "Shall I reduce it to ruins?"

Rhine snapped in anger, pretending to kick at her.

"You wretched fool! Why would I want that? I have many drinking buddies here—do you want them to suffer too?"

The Middle Eastern Witch quickly prostrated herself, apologizing over and over.

Rhine let out a quiet breath of relief.

"Good. The Kingdom of Alamaid is safe. It won’t become a wasteland or a lake. Its people won’t be turned into four-colored fish."

He had stopped the disaster before it could even begin.

The witch prepared to cast a spell to teleport them away, but Rhine halted her.

"Wait. There's something I need to ask you first."

He hadn’t forgotten his true mission—getting her to lift the curse on the Land of Oz.

The Middle Eastern Witch tensed.

"Master, what is it?"

Rhine put on a troubled expression.

"Before you arrived, I had a strange dream… and it troubles me deeply.

"Since you are so skilled in magic, interpret this dream for me.

"If you can ease my worries, I’ll let go of your past disloyalty and foolishness."

Dream interpretation!

A skill practiced by many scholars and mages.

In this world, dreams were often omens of the future.

The Middle Eastern Witch nodded eagerly.

"What did you dream, my master? I will do my utmost to decipher it!"

Rhine tilted his chin, feigning deep thought.

"I dreamt of a land of lush greenery—not like our desert kingdom, but vast fields of green.

"I vaguely understood… that place was called the Land of Oz."