Chapter 152: Aurora and Oz Are… Senior and Junior Disciples?
Erald City Palace.
For the past few weeks, the palace attendants had occasionally heard strange chanting sounds echoing from the depths of the palace, along with all sorts of mysterious noises.
However, none of them found it odd.
After all, the great and unfathomable Oz was a powerful magician of infinite transformations—strange sounds coming from his palace were only to be expected!
What they didn’t know was that inside the palace, the great magician Oz… had only just started learning magic.
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When Rhine first t Oz in the Erald City Palace, he had imdiately conducted a quick divination to determine whether Oz had any aptitude for magic.
The conclusion was clear:
Oz did have magical talent.
It was far inferior to Rhine’s and, compared to most skilled magicians, could only be considered below average at best.
But with careful guidance, Oz could indeed beco a magician!
"As expected of a Child of Destiny—he does have so remarkable qualities." Rhine mused.
And so, in the days that followed, the great magician Rhine personally took Oz under his wing, teaching him magic step by step.
As a "Wish Magician," even though Rhine gained new spells through fulfilling wishes, he still understood their principles and chanics—allowing him to teach others just as well.
He even brought out the very sa book he had used when first learning magic—The Book of Transformation and Summoning—as a textbook for Oz.
Under the guidance of such a powerful teacher, Oz—despite his age—made astonishingly rapid progress.
In just a few days, he could already make a book float in midair. Before long, he was practicing more complex spells.
"Unbelievable. I never imagined I could actually do this!"
Right now, Oz was waving his hands rhythmically, like a conductor leading an orchestra.
The furniture in the room had all co to life at his command—dancing in harmony.
A quill wrote on its own, an empty piano played a lively tune, and the flowers in a potted plant wilted and blood in cycles.
With a flick of his fingers, colorful, harmless flas sparkled in the air.
"This is incredible! I never thought I could actually learn magic!"
"In the past, I had to rely on tricks and illusions to create similar effects."
The frail old man now looked like a child who had just received the best toy in the world—completely overjoyed.
As Oz gazed at the wondrous scene around him, his mind drifted back to his past in the Rose Kingdom.
He rembered his brother, a palace craftsman.
He rembered how he had hated his family’s fate—generations of royal artisans, bound to an ordinary life.
He rembered how, as a child, he had dread of being a legendary magician—soone who could bend reality itself.
He rembered growing older, realizing that he was just an ordinary man, and watching as his dreams were buried by reality.
He rembered why he had started learning stage magic—because it was the closest thing to real magic he could achieve.
He rembered his days in the circus, using chemistry, lighting effects, and special techniques to create hundreds of illusions.
He rembered standing on stage, watching the audience cheer, throwing flowers at his feet.
He rembered thinking:
"In this mont… I am like a real magician."
"This must be the closest I’ll ever get to becoming one."
And yet… now, his childhood dream had beco reality.
Oz felt a lump in his throat.
The old man laughed to himself, his face beaming with joy. He grinned like a child showing off to their parents.
"I did it. I’m a magician—I’m a real magician!"
Rhine, seeing Oz’s rapid progress, nodded in satisfaction.
"From now on, you are no longer a fraud. You are truly a magician—and the disciple of the great magician Rhine."
"I once heard a famous saying:
‘The only way to keep a lie from being exposed is to turn it into the truth.’"
Oz was overco with emotion. He thanked Rhine over and over again.
Rhine knew that Oz’s quick progress wasn’t just because of his own guidance—it was because Oz truly loved magic.
And passion is the greatest teacher.
"Now that I think about it, I might actually be pretty good at teaching magic. I never realized it before."
"Once Maleficent is dead and the curse on the Rose Kingdom is lifted, I might seriously consider training Aurora in magic properly."
"She has always focused on close combat, but her talent in magic isn't bad either."
"If I ever find the founder of the Witches’ Coven and learn how to return to Earth… that ans I'll eventually have to leave this world."
"Maybe Aurora can beco my successor in magic…"
At that mont, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Great and fearso Oz, a group of unusual visitors has arrived in Erald City. They wish to see you!"
Oz used ventriloquism to make his voice sound deep, layered, and ethereal.
"Tell … who are they?"
"The group consists of two young girls from outside Oz, a Scarecrow, a Tin Man, a Wooden Puppet, and a Lion."
"What a strange group," Oz thought, then glanced at Rhine.
But Rhine simply smiled.
"Oz, you should allow them to visit you imdiately."
"You know them?" Oz asked, confused.
Rhine shrugged, grinning.
"Your junior disciple—or maybe your senior disciple—and her new friends."
anwhile, Aurora, Dorothy, and their companions walked through the streets of Erald City.
Even the Lion had been given green-tinted glasses. Through the erald-colored lenses, they were srized by the city's dazzling glow.
Everything was green.
Rows of green marble buildings lined the streets, adorned with shimring eralds.
The glass windows glowed faintly green.
Shops were filled with green candies, lemonade, shoes, and hats.
The sidewalks were paved with green stones and sparkling eralds, shining under the sun.
Even the people wore green clothing, their faces filled with happiness and contentnt.
"Ah! A lion!" A child scread and ran away in fear.
Aurora and Dorothy quickly reassured him.
"Don't worry, this lion is harmless. He’s probably even more scared of you than you are of him!"
There were no horses or livestock in the city—only green, two-wheeled carts for transporting goods.
Children played with green toys, and people enjoyed green cookies.
"This really is a peaceful and happy city," Aurora thought.
No matter if Oz was truly a great magician or not, he had at least governed the city well.
He was a good king.
At that mont, a soldier approached them.
"The great Oz has agreed to see you."
"Usually, visitors must see Oz one at a ti—only one person per day. Because Oz, the master of transformations, appears differently to each visitor."
"But today, he has made an exception—you may all see him together."
Dorothy jumped with excitent.
"This is great! It'll save us days of waiting!"
"Yeah, let's go see him now!" Pinocchio said eagerly, having completely forgotten what Magrito had said about Oz possibly being a fraud.
As the soldier led them to a beautiful waiting room, Aurora suddenly stopped him.
"Wait. Recently, has a magician nad Rhine arrived in Erald City? He looks like—"
Before she could describe him, the soldier's eyes lit up.
"You an the teacher of the great Oz? The even greater magician… Rhine?"
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