The Wizard of Fairy Tale World

Chapter 17: The Blessing

After hearing Rhine's words, the King and Queen were utterly stunned.

The twelve witches were equally taken aback.

Especially Violet Fairy, the leader of the twelve witches, who was visibly shocked.

This young-looking magician actually knew such a powerful warrior?

Recalling how Rhine had previously demonstrated magic far beyond her own, Violet Fairy began to suspect that the boy before them might not be as young as he appeared.

Could he actually be an ancient wizard, hundreds of years old, pretending to be young?

“Lord Rhine, is what you said true? You actually know such an incredible warrior? Why didn’t you say so earlier?” The old King’s eyes widened in disbelief.

The elderly man, now completely devoid of his regal authority, grasped this final lifeline. He grabbed Rhine’s robe and questioned him anxiously:

“Please tell me, Lord Rhine, where is this warrior? In which kingdom does he reside now?

“I want to hire him, even if it means emptying the entire royal treasury!

“Oh, and I can also offer him my daughter in marriage, allowing him to become the new master of the kingdom!

“I am willing to present the entire kingdom as a gift to him, as long as he can help me defeat the Black Witch and lift the curse.”

Rhine remained composed, his expression unchanged. After a brief pause, he said calmly:

“Your Majesty, let me confirm this: Are you truly determined to meet this warrior and willing to pay any price—even making him the future ruler of the kingdom?”

The old King froze for half a second at the question.

Then,

The increasingly weary monarch nodded firmly, his eyes filled with emptiness.

If the curse couldn’t be lifted, the kingdom would be destroyed anyway—what use was it then?

Rhine smiled.

“Your Majesty, since you have made your decision, allow me to take you to meet this warrior…”

Under the watchful gazes of the kingdom’s monarch, queen, and witches, Rhine took deliberate steps forward.

One step. Two steps. The young magician walked to the cradle of the little princess.

After the blessings of the twelve witches, Rhine spread his arms wide and bestowed upon the swaddled “Sleeping Beauty” the thirteenth and final blessing: Ꞧ𝘢Ɲọ𐌱ĘS̈

“Princess Aurora, recipient of twelvefold blessings.

“I grant you three gifts: the talent for battle, unyielding courage, and the power to uphold justice.

“I bless you to become the great warrior I have just described, to defeat the Black Witch Maleficent, and to personally break the curse upon you!”

Rhine turned lightly.

“That is the blessing I bestow upon Princess Aurora.”

Behind him, from the cradle and swaddling cloth, a brilliant light erupted, so dazzling that no one could keep their eyes open. The radiance signified the blessing had been delivered.

Dead silence.

Whether it was the King and Queen, who were the princess’s parents, or the twelve witches, all of them stood frozen, as if they had been turned to stone.

You couldn’t blame them for their shock—they had never thought along these lines before.

Rhine’s actions completely overturned the traditional mindset of these fairy tale characters.

Was this… a blessing usually given to a princess?

They had never even heard of such an example!

Rhine’s face remained natural, as if he had just done something entirely logical.

It was actually the others’ stunned reactions that left him speechless.

Wasn’t what he did a perfectly reasonable course of action?

The only resource they had left to potentially counter the Black Witch was this final opportunity to bless Aurora.

Blessings, much like curses, carried a causal, self-fulfilling power.

If the Black Witch could impose an inescapable curse, then they could use the same principle to preset a favorable outcome through a blessing.

Compared to a passive defensive blessing like “The princess will not die but will only fall into a deep sleep,” wouldn’t it be a hundred times better to declare in the blessing: “The princess will slay the Black Witch and lift the curse herself”?

The King finally broke out of his shock and asked in a mix of surprise and doubt:

“Lord Rhine, what… is this?”

Rhine smiled and patiently explained:

“Your Majesty, the future Princess Aurora will become the perfect warrior I just described.

“The blessings of the witches have already granted Princess Aurora all the positive qualities of mankind.

“Her Royal Highness, the Princess, has been blessed with a healthy body, immune to illness and fatigue. This will allow her to become the bravest of warriors.

“Her Royal Highness has been blessed with perfect memory and exceptional talent for learning, enabling her to easily master supreme swordsmanship and even magic.

“Her Royal Highness has been blessed with a voice that captivates hearts and a charm that enchants the masses. Because of this, she will become a commander capable of inspiring soldiers to follow her unto death, a shining banner in the midst of any army.

“Where she is present, morale will soar. As long as she stands, the army will never falter.

“Furthermore, Her Highness carries the blessing of being ‘invulnerable to blades, fire, and water,’ making her the only one immune to the dragon’s flames and capable of plunging a blade into the heart of the beast!

“And with the blessing I have just bestowed, Princess Aurora will undoubtedly become the kingdom’s greatest warrior, slay the Black Witch Maleficent, and personally lift the curse that would have caused her to be pricked by a spindle at the age of fifteen!”

The old King stood there, dazed, replaying in his mind the details of the “warrior” Rhine had described.

Indeed, every part perfectly matched the blessings the witches had previously given to the Princess!

Although he found it surprisingly logical, the old King couldn’t help but roar internally:

“Is this even allowed?!”