The Deranged Black Witch

"This way, please, Lord Laine."

Laine wore a magnificent, gold-threaded, pure white robe tailored for the ceremony to fit his frame. Surrounded by attendants, he walked into the grand, spacious hall.

The young mage's steps were steady, his luxurious pure white gold-threaded robe fluttering in the breeze, exuding an air of otherworldly grace and noble temperament.

Laine lifted his robe slightly and sat elegantly on the magnificent seat beside the King and Queen.

This was the seat belonging to the Kingdom's Sage.

Compared to when he had first stepped into the royal palace a few months ago, Laine was now even more composed and confident.

The past half-year had not been dull for the young man.

Every day, he had immersed himself in the wonders of magic.

Supernatural power was truly the most tempting thing! With his astonishing magical talent, coupled with half a year of diligent study and hard practice, the Laine of today was no longer just a little mage who only knew how to perform parlor tricks! Based on the intelligence he had gathered about witches over the past six months, Laine estimated that his current level of magic would not necessarily be inferior, even compared to the Fairy of Purple Rose, the leader of the 12 Good Witches in the kingdom.

Of course, he certainly could not compare to the legendary Black Witch, Maleficent, who was said to be able to cover the entire kingdom in magic.

Laine collected his thoughts and watched a guest walk along the red carpet, feeling the joyful atmosphere.

Tonight was the night of Princess Aurora's christening ceremony.

It was also a day of national celebration.

The King and Queen, who had been without heirs for many years, had finally given birth to a child; there were few things more worth celebrating than this.

Throughout the country, all prisoners, as long as they had not committed serious crimes, were granted amnesty! Uncollected taxes were also deferred.

Everything was done just to ensure the joyful atmosphere of this day remained unbroken.

Across the nation, regardless of status, everyone offered their blessings for the birth of the little princess.

In the streets and alleys far from the capital, peddlers chatted about tonight's ceremony; in remote villages, farm women discussed the princess's birth.

As the center of the celebration, the capital city was even more so—tonight, the royal city did not sleep, and the lights were bright.

Colorful ribbons fluttered.

Joyful singing echoed through the clouds.

Many royal families and nobles from foreign lands had arrived.

Their entourages were dressed in magnificent attire, having traveled from afar just to present precious gifts to the newborn Princess Aurora.

"What an astonishing turnout. Just the foreign guests attending this celebration include 16 delegations from different countries!"

Laine sat in the seat belonging to the palace mage, observing the delegations participating in the ceremony in front of him, and could not help but sigh with emotion.

He saw that in front of him, members of various foreign royal families walked up to the King one by one, presenting generous gifts, offering blessings, and exhausting their vocabulary of praise for the princess's birth.

The young mage narrowed his eyes slightly.

The more enthusiastic and grand this ceremony was, and the thicker the atmosphere of celebration...

The more Laine worried that unexpected variables would appear! "Next, we invite the 13 witches with astonishing magical powers to enter."

The 13 witches walked along the crimson carpet and entered the venue.

They wore brightly colored costumes, each with a different primary color.

Combined, they looked like a rainbow from afar.

However, among these 13, there was one exception who seemed out of place with the others.

The witch walking at the end of the line was tall, draped in a black-purple robe, possessing a dark beauty and cold elegance.

She was sometimes as cold as frost, and at other times, she would suddenly let out a shrill laugh, waving to the people around her one moment and talking to herself the next, looking not quite mentally sound.

The other 12 witches intentionally kept their distance from her.

The Black Witch! Unlike the original plot, she had also received an invitation from the King.

Upon seeing the Black Witch, the old King's body clearly trembled.

Clearly, the King had significant psychological trauma regarding this famous dark magic master.

Fortunately, I haven't done anything to offend her...

Besides, there are 12 other witches present today, and Lord Laine...

The old King patted his chest, comforting himself in his heart, his gaze unable to help but glance at the thin youth beside him.

"Oh, oh, this is a beautiful day, so many guests have come!"

The Black Witch looked left and right, her tone erratic.

"The prince from the Northern Kingdom has come, the knight from the Western Kingdom has come, and a delegation representing the desert land of Sudan in the East has brought generous gifts! Oh, and so many princes and nobles have come too."

"I even thought that a monster like me wouldn't have the chance to be invited. Hahahaha! I'm so happy!"

The Black Witch burst into laughter, clutching her stomach and laughing loudly as if she had heard a very funny joke; her exaggerated movements made everyone around her feel a little tense and uneasy.

Ignoring the strange looks from the crowd, the Black Witch sat in her designated seat along with the other witches.

In front of the seats of the 13 witches, there was a magnificent golden plate for each.