The Wizard of Fairy Tale World-Chapter 167: Aladdin’s “Uncle”

Chapter 167: Aladdin’s “Uncle”

The news of Maleficent’s death and the lifting of the curse spread quickly throughout the Rose Kingdom.

From the busiest streets to the quietest alleys, the entire nation erupted into celebration.

Lanterns and banners filled the city.

The Old King declared a grand banquet in the royal capital, inviting every noble, official, and distinguished figure in the kingdom.

Even commoners were allowed to participate—

For this was a day worthy of celebration for all.

A Hero's Return

At the heart of the royal square, the Old King stood before the gathered citizens of the kingdom.

"Today," he declared, "in front of all the noble gentlemen and ladies, in front of every citizen of our great capital, I wish to introduce a hero!"

"She is—"

"My daughter, Princess Aurora!"

A murmur swept through the crowd.

Necks craned, eyes widened, and finally—they saw her.

Standing tall on the stage was a young woman of breathtaking beauty.

"The legendary beautiful princess!"

"She looks exactly as the stories describe!"

"I’ve heard about Princess Aurora… but hasn’t she been locked away deep inside the Brass Palace all these years?"

"Yes! No one has ever been allowed to see her!"

Everyone in the capital had heard the tale—

But what they saw before them was nothing like the delicate princess they imagined.

Aurora did not wear a grand ballroom gown or extravagant silks.

Instead, she stood in simple, practical attire.

Her sword hung at her waist.

Her elegant yet fearless presence exuded a heroic spirit that was unparalleled.

The Old King paused, then continued—his voice, amplified by Rhine’s magic, resounded across the entire city.

"Today, I reveal to you—the legend was false!"

"That tale was nothing more than a brilliant deception crafted by the great Sage Rhine to mislead the Black Witch Maleficent!"

"My daughter was never locked away in the palace!"

"In fact—"

"Some of you may recall that one year ago, when the armies of Enderland invaded our kingdom…"

"A warrior of godlike power led our forces to crush the invaders!"

"That warrior… was my daughter!"

The crowd erupted in gasps of disbelief.

Shock and awe filled their faces.

How could they reconcile the fabled hidden princess with the unstoppable warrior they had witnessed on the battlefield?

But the Old King stood firm, his voice filled with pride.

"My daughter bears the blessings of the Twelve Good Witches.

"She journeyed across distant lands alongside the great magician and sage—Rhine.

"Together, they defeated Maleficent and broke the curse that haunted our kingdom!"

"They are the heroes who have saved us all!"

"Let us offer them the highest honors in the name of our kingdom!"

As the people listened, the Old King recounted the entire tale—

A legendary epic of a sage and a princess.

He started from Aurora’s baptism, tracing the journey across many lands—

Until the final battle upon the Green Fields of Oz, where Aurora slayed Maleficent with her own hands.

And of course—

The Old King’s imagination added flourishes, drama, and epic grandeur to the story.

The bards, historians, and writers in the crowd eagerly scribbled down the tale.

Books were written.

Illustrations were drawn.

In the years to come, children across the continent would fall asleep with this very story tucked beneath their pillows.

A Celebration for the Ages

At last, the Old King raised his hands.

"And now—"

"In honor of our heroes and in celebration of the curse’s end—"

"I declare this festival officially begun!"

Thus, the grandest feast in Rose Kingdom history lasted for eight whole days and nights.

People drank, sang, and danced from sunrise to sunset—

And from sunset to sunrise again.

The city lights burned brightly throughout the night, making the darkness indistinguishable from day.

Meanwhile… in the Kingdom of Alameid

Unlike the joyous Rose Kingdom—

The young King of Alameid found himself in serious trouble.

For days, he had been deeply troubled.

His beloved wife—his cousin and queen—had vanished overnight.

"Where has my dear wife gone? A weak woman, lost in the wild—surely, something terrible has happened to her!"

Seeing the King’s distress, one of his braver maidservants finally spoke up—

Revealing the Queen’s secret betrayal.

"Your Majesty…"

"Every night, the Queen would slip a sleeping drug into your wine—"

"Once you were unconscious, she would sneak out!"

The young King’s face darkened.

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"Nonsense!"

Enraged, he refused to believe her words.

He even considered executing the maid for slandering his wife.

But as a righteous ruler, he paused, realizing he should not act in haste.

To test the claim, he retrieved his golden drinking cup—

And summoned his royal alchemists.

They examined the cup carefully.

"Your Majesty," the lead alchemist reported.

"This chalice contains traces of a powerful sedative."

The King was stunned.

"Are you certain?"

"Beyond any doubt, Your Majesty."

Realization hit him like a storm.

His wife—his beloved Queen—had been drugging him every night.

"But why? Where did she go?"

That night, as he tossed in restless sleep, the King had a dream.

And in his dream—

He saw the truth.

He saw his wife for what she truly was—

A powerful witch.

A woman capable of reducing his kingdom to ruins with a mere flick of her wrist.

He saw her consorting with the Witch Coven, aiding another witch in cursing a distant land—

Turning an entire kingdom’s citizens into fish.

He saw Rhine, disguised as a black slave, deceiving the Middle Eastern Witch—

Tricking her into lifting the curse.

And then—

He saw his wife flee, abandoning Alameid to escape her fate.

To avoid a catastrophe, she had vanished into the unknown.

When the first light of dawn spilled across his silk-draped bed—

The young King jolted awake, his heart pounding.

The young King of Alameid woke up drenched in sweat. His clothes were soaked through, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.

"So… without my knowledge, the Kingdom of Alameid nearly fell into disaster?"

"Thank the gods… Thank the gods that witch is gone!"

The mere thought of his wife’s terrifying magical powers sent chills down his spine.

"If it weren’t for that silver-haired magician deceiving my wife and taking her away… who knows when she would have cursed my kingdom, turning all my people into fish?"

"The gods must have blessed me with this dream… revealing the entire truth!"

The young King let out a deep sigh of relief.

Walking to the window, he opened it, letting the morning sunlight spill into his chambers.

The land of Alameid stretched before him, peaceful and untouched by calamity.

Thankfully, there was no 'what if' in reality.

On this timeline, disaster never came to his kingdom.

What the young King did not see, however—

Was a majestic, godlike specter hovering high in the clouds, watching him from afar.

It was Rhine’s ring spirit—

The very entity that had woven his dream the night before.

The Banquet Ends—A New Journey Begins

No feast lasts forever.

The celebration in the Rose Kingdom—a grand event that lasted eight days and nights—had finally come to an end.

People returned to their daily lives, though the joyful echoes of song and laughter still lingered in the air.

The scent of fine wine and roasted meats hung over the streets, remnants of a kingdom that had been saved.

"The story of the Rose Kingdom… has come to an end."

Rhine gazed at the aftermath of the grand banquet, feeling both satisfaction and emptiness.

He had fulfilled Aurora’s wish.

And at that moment, he felt a surge of mystical energy flow into his very soul—the power of wishes granted.

From now on, his magic was no longer bound to any specific domain.

—He was like a Magic Lamp himself, his mind brimming with a thousand spells waiting to be cast.

Aurora, however, had no regrets.

She turned to Rhine, her gaze resolute.

"Teacher, it’s time for us to go."

"You have already fulfilled my wish."

"Now—it’s my turn to fulfill yours."

To find the Magic Lamp.

To return to Earth.

That was the wish of the magician himself.

Rhine smiled, placing a hand on Aurora’s shoulder.

Clicking his silver-heeled shoes, he summoned the silver whirlwind—

And in the blink of an eye, they vanished from the Rose Kingdom.

The world spun.

Scenes shifted and blurred.

When the light faded—

They were standing within the palace of the White Kingdom.

A Message from the Witch Queen

Before them stood the once-evil Queen and her Magic Mirror.

"I heard about the great banquet in the Rose Kingdom!"

The Queen greeted them with a knowing smile.

"I already knew of your victory!"

Rhine, however, was concerned about something else.

"The Witch Coven hasn’t troubled you, have they?"

The Queen shook her head.

"No. But…"

Her expression turned slightly puzzled.

"A few days ago, I received an unexpected message from someone who rarely speaks."

Rhine’s gaze sharpened.

"Let me guess—"

"The Witch Coven’s founder announced that the coven is officially disbanded?"

The Queen stared at him, stunned.

"…How did you know that?!"

Rhine sighed.

"So she really did dissolve the organization… like disbanding a casual chat group."

Ye Ruge’s behavior baffled him more and more.

Shaking off the thought, he turned to the Queen’s Magic Mirror.

"Your Majesty, I need your mirror’s help."

"I’m looking for someone."

The Queen nodded.

"Of course. Who do you seek?"

Rhine smiled.

"I’m looking for a boy, likely living in the Eastern lands."

"His name is Aladdin. His father’s name was Mustafa…"

A City in the Far East

In the western region of the Far Eastern Empire, near the eastern borders of the Middle Eastern lands, stood a small city named Kasala.

On this day—

A silver-haired boy and a golden-haired girl arrived in town.

It was immediately clear that they were not locals.

Their refined features and noble aura made them stand out—like children from a painting.

Anyone who saw them felt an instinctive sense of admiration.

Rhine approached a few locals, asking casually:

"Excuse me, does this city have a tailor named Mustafa?"

A man sighed regretfully.

"There was a great tailor named Mustafa."

"I even had him sew clothes for me once."

"But sadly… he passed away years ago."

Rhine’s expression remained steady.

"What about his son?"

"Did he have a boy named Aladdin?"

At the mention of that name, the locals frowned.

One of them scoffed.

"Yeah, that brat Aladdin! The troublemaker!"

Rhine continued to ask questions about Aladdin’s family.

The locals, eager to talk, shared their stories.

Mustafa had been a poor man.

To support his wife and son, he worked tirelessly, day and night.

But because of this, he neglected Aladdin’s upbringing.

Without proper guidance, Aladdin fell into bad company—

Lazy, mischievous, and always getting into trouble.

Mustafa had once dreamed of sending Aladdin to school, but…

He was too poor.

He had wanted to teach his son tailoring, but…

Aladdin refused to learn.

And after Mustafa passed away, Aladdin wandered even further astray—

Spending his days loitering with troublemakers.

Many of the locals sighed with regret.

"It’s a pity… Mustafa was a good man."

"His craftsmanship was the best on this street."

"He may not have been wealthy, but he was kind-hearted."

"He even helped his poorer neighbors when he could."

"But now… Mustafa is gone."

"His widow and son had to sell their tailor shop just to survive."

"Without a stable income, they’re barely scraping by."

"If only Aladdin had learned his father’s trade… things might be different."

Rhine nodded to himself.

"This is the Aladdin from the story."

The details matched—though told from a different perspective.

Rhine took out a few gold coins.

Each informant received one coin.

The locals gasped in shock.

Some had never even seen gold before.

One of them, touched by Rhine’s generosity, said:

"You seem to be from a wealthy family. If you have extra, please… help Aladdin’s family."

"His father once helped many of us. I can’t stand the thought of them starving to death."

Rhine nodded.

"Of course. I’m here to find Aladdin—I won’t let his family suffer."

Soon—

Rhine and Aurora stood before Aladdin’s home, knocking lightly.

A tired-looking woman opened the door.

She was Aladdin’s mother.

"Good day, madam," Rhine greeted politely.

"We are Sage Rhine and Princess Aurora from the Rose Kingdom."

He handed her several gold coins.

Aladdin’s mother gasped.

The coins were pure, gleaming in the sunlight—

Worth as much as what she had earned from selling their shop!

She clutched them in disbelief.

"Why… why would such important figures seek out a poor woman like me?"

"We are looking for your son, Aladdin."

"Where is he?" Aurora asked, peering into the house.

Aladdin’s mother hesitated.

"Aladdin… he was taken away by his uncle."

"His uncle?"

Rhine’s gaze sharpened.