The Wizard of Fairy Tale World

Chapter 1: The Kingdom of Sleeping Beauty

Long, long ago, there was a kingdom called Rose.

One day, a young mage named Rhine arrived at the kingdom's forest.

It was said that this mage could make withered flowers bloom again and command harps to play on their own. He excelled at concocting miraculous potions that could heal the sick and mend injuries. Many poor people who couldn’t afford treatment sought his help when misfortune struck—whether it was a broken leg or a grave illness.

Rhine’s herbal remedies were extraordinary. From rare ailments to severe fractures, any injury or disease he treated healed swiftly. Over time, his reputation grew, eventually reaching the royal palace.

The King and Queen, who had been married for years, still had no heir. Their longing for a child had gone unfulfilled. When the King heard of Rhine’s miraculous deeds, he summoned the young mage to the palace.

As the carriage bumped along the road to the palace, the boy gazed at his reflection in the glass window, lost in thought. Staring back was Rhine’s delicate, refined face. Clad in a classical robe, the boy appeared no older than twelve or thirteen. A hood framed his silvery hair, and his pale blue eyes gleamed with a cool light. His skin was alabaster white, almost translucent, as though he had stepped out of the pages of a fairytale.

“Years have passed since I came to this world, yet my appearance hasn’t changed at all…” he murmured. “Not only have I become a mage, but I might have turned into an immortal too.”

Rhine sighed softly.

Three years ago, he found himself transported to this world resembling the medieval era. The fragments of knowledge he brought with him revealed that this was a fantastical world filled with extraordinary powers and near-omnipotent magic. Legends spoke of powerful mages who could transform an entire nation’s populace into animals with a single spell—just like tales from One Thousand and One Nights!

Even within this single kingdom, there were said to be more than a dozen powerful witches. These sorceresses could command the wind and rain, summoning spirits of nature to serve them.

Fortunately, perhaps due to good deeds in his past life, Rhine had crossed over directly as a mage. Arriving in a magical world and starting as a real mage—such a perfect beginning filled Rhine with joy!

However, when he imagined himself to be as mighty as the legendary mages, he quickly discovered otherwise. The newly-reborn Rhine was incredibly weak. He couldn’t soar through the skies, summon storms, or predict the future.

At first, his magic was so feeble that he could only perform a few small tricks. Apart from that, his only skill lay in brewing magical potions with herbs—much like the witches and sorcerers in many fairytales and myths.

Thankfully, as part of his transmigration, Rhine gained knowledge of a way to "level up." All he needed to do was find the "Children of Destiny," assist them in fulfilling their wishes, and absorb the destiny energy they carried to enhance his magic and acquire new abilities.

Even without encountering a "Child of Destiny," helping ordinary people achieve their wishes could yield a faint trace of destiny energy. However, the effect was minimal, amounting to only a thousandth or even a ten-thousandth of the power gained from assisting a Child of Destiny. The impact would only be noticeable if done on a massive scale.

As for identifying a "Child of Destiny," Rhine had no clue.

With no clear way to locate such destined individuals, Rhine instead chose to help anyone he could, hoping to eventually come across one of these fabled figures. Over the past three years, he had devoted himself to his craft, brewing potions and healing the sick and injured, granting the people their wish for restored health.

A true mage, living humbly in the countryside, treating commoners daily while accepting only token fees. For the impoverished, he worked entirely free of charge. Such an extraordinary tale seemed too good to be true, like a scene out of a storybook.

Initially, many doubted the rumors. But when they saw their bedridden loved ones recover overnight after drinking Rhine’s medicine, they became believers, moved to tears by his kindness. ȓÅŊƟВĚᶊ

One miracle after another unfolded, and Rhine’s reputation for selfless healing spread across the kingdom. The sick and infirm, some from faraway lands, came to his humble wooden cabin in search of his fabled potions.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

And now, at last, Rhine’s name had reached the palace, and the King had summoned him personally.

Inside the bumpy carriage heading toward the palace, Rhine turned his palm upward. A gentle, pure white light emanated from it, serene and soothing as if capable of healing all wounds.

Healing magic.

This was a new spell Rhine had mastered over three years of aiding thousands of people and absorbing their wishes.

“Since I fulfilled wishes for restored health, the magic I gained must naturally be for healing,” Rhine mused. “My magic has grown much stronger than it was three years ago. Still, aside from healing magic and a few simple tricks, I’m leagues behind the witches in the kingdom’s legends…”

As he felt the energy coursing through him, Rhine silently reflected.

“Sigh, I still haven’t found any so-called Child of Destiny. What kind of person could possibly be a Child of Destiny?”

Over the past three years, Rhine had secretly hoped that one day, a Child of Destiny would appear among the patients he treated. After completing their healing, he would suddenly gain an overwhelming surge of destiny energy.

Unfortunately, even to this day, Rhine had yet to meet anyone who fit the bill.

As he thought about this, the boy glanced outside at the fully armed soldiers escorting the carriage, and a smirk tugged at his lips. Despite being a true mage, his skills were limited to a few tricks and healing spells, and physically, he was still at the level of a child.

Any one of these soldiers could easily strike him down with a single sword blow.

"I’m really a pretty pathetic excuse for a mage," Rhine mused. "In a fight, I’m weaker than an average adult. My combat power isn’t even a 5."

"If only I could find one of those so-called Children of Destiny, I wouldn’t be in this sorry state!"

The boy spread his hands in mock despair, a look of resignation on his youthful face.

The carriage stopped in front of the grand palace. Rhine composed himself, stepping into the opulent halls to bow respectfully before the King and Queen seated on their thrones.

The elderly King spoke:

"O Sage of the Forest, your renown has spread far and wide, whispered by campfires and murmured over wellsprings.

"I’ve heard that your healing skills rival those of the finest physicians, and that you’ve saved the lives of thousands."

Before Rhine could inquire about the reason for the summons, the King’s expression darkened, a mix of weariness and helplessness clouding his face.

"The Queen and I have been married for many years, yet we have been unable to have a child.

"I am growing older, and this vast kingdom requires an heir.

"O Sage of the Forest, is there any way you can help us fulfill this wish?"

The young mage immediately understood the purpose of his summons.

He was here to treat infertility!

As he pondered, Rhine suddenly shuddered. An overwhelming surge of power seemed to envelop him.

The source of this immense energy was the throne itself—a colossal wave of wish energy.

It was far greater than anything Rhine had ever encountered in the past three years, surpassing even his wildest expectations.

"Such tremendous wish energy..."

In that moment, Rhine realized the truth.

"The Children of Destiny!"

"Could the King and Queen be among them?"

There was no doubt in his mind. If he could fulfill the King and Queen’s wish perfectly, the wish energy he could absorb would far exceed the slow trickle he had been accumulating over the years.

Rhine was stunned. He never expected to stumble upon the long-awaited Children of Destiny today, of all days.

The King and Queen’s desire to have a child—no matter how difficult—had to be achieved at all costs!

The young mage lowered his head, deep in thought. While he lacked many advanced magical abilities, brewing potions and healing were his specialties. Under normal circumstances, he could easily cure any illness afflicting the King and Queen with just a wave of his hand.

But Rhine couldn’t help worrying—

In a magical world filled with extraordinary powers, was the birth of new life purely a medical issue?

Seeing the boy’s contemplative expression, the old King offered reassurance:

"O Sage of the Forest, even if it cannot be done, there is no need for fear or guilt.

"There are thirteen powerful witches in my kingdom. I have summoned twelve of them to the palace over the years, presenting them with the same problem.

"Not one of them has been able to help.

"Even if you cannot succeed, I will not hold it against you."

At this, the King’s face grew even more despondent.

Indeed, if even the twelve mighty witches were powerless, what hope was there for a young, recently renowned mage who appeared so childlike?

This was no more than a desperate gamble, one last attempt to treat an impossible case.

"Thirteen witches?" Rhine’s heart skipped a beat. "You summoned only twelve?"

The King’s words struck a chord. While Rhine had heard rumors of powerful witches in the kingdom, he hadn’t known the exact number. Suddenly, a chilling thought crept into his mind.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

This was a world of fantastical magic...

Could it be...?

Rhine quickly asked, "Your Majesty, if there are thirteen witches, why have you only summoned twelve?"

The King, unaware of Rhine’s growing unease, answered matter-of-factly:

"Among the thirteen, the most powerful is Maleficent, a dark witch.

"She specializes in curses and black magic, and she terrifies nobles and commoners alike."

Rhine’s eyes narrowed sharply.

So, it was true!

A kingdom with twelve benevolent witches and one dark witch.

A King and Queen desperate for a child.

This wasn’t just any magical world—

This was the kingdom of Sleeping Beauty!