Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 112
II-VI. SS. Beyond the Happy Ending
To the woman who has found the perfect magic, Madame Virginia offers her heartfelt congratulations.
Now that you’ve acquired the magic that fills you completely, there’s one thing you must never forget: the world of magic is infinite.
Experimenting with various methods alongside something as grand as this will bring you ever more novel joys. Curiosity and creativity enrich a woman’s life.
Among Madame Virginia’s recommended methods for discovering unique pleasures…
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Being able to snap one’s fingers to eliminate postpartum side effects—this is what it meant to have the world’s strongest mage as your husband.
Watching Hansel endure childbirth firsthand, Dante made a vow: The pain ends here. He would never let Hansel suffer even the tiniest grain of pain again.
This became an unspoken principle in Dante’s married life, one he kept secret from Hansel.
Margaret also refrained from reminding her daughter just how blessed she was. Having raised her daughter with a strict hand all this time, Margaret now wished for Hansel to live the rest of her life free from even the slightest hint of hardship.
And if the storms of the world ever approached?
Well, Hansel had the strongest mage in history as her husband and a mother who was practically the ruler of the world. That would suffice.
Even after marriage and childbirth, Hansel’s role as their beloved princess remained more than enough.
Thus, the minor inconveniences Hansel experienced while raising Alice felt like the most arduous trials to her.
Among these was her milk flowing endlessly throughout the day.
“I’m so tired of changing clothes!”
Hansel flopped dramatically onto the sofa after changing her blouse for the fourth time, resting her head on Dante’s lap as she whined without reserve.
“This is so uncomfortable! Why does my milk keep coming out all the time instead of just when Alice is feeding? No matter how much I pump, it never stops, and if I don’t pump, it clogs up and hurts and leaks everywhere. My b*****s are swollen and achy. Ugh, it’s so annoying and uncomfortable!”
Dante looked down at her sympathetically, gently stroking her chest.
“I wish I could produce milk instead.”
“……”
“I’ll look into it.”
“Ah, no! Wait a minute!”
Hansel shot up, her platinum hair fluttering around her.
“Thank you, Dante. I really appreciate how you always care like this. Really. I was just venting a little, you know? People need to grumble sometimes—it’s just part of life…”
“Okay.”
Dante nodded earnestly.
“I like it when you do that.”
Dante genuinely enjoyed Hansel’s little complaints. Her pouty voice was adorable, and her expression when she softened after being comforted was downright precious.
There’s a saying that indulging too much in someone’s whining can make them incapable of doing anything on their own.
But honestly, Dante thought it would be fine if Hansel ended up utterly dependent on him. How wonderful would it be if Hansel needed him for everything?
Unfortunately, Hansel’s personality made that impossible.
So Dante chose to savor these rare moments when she decided to lean on him deliberately.
Hansel climbed onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist like a clinging kangaroo. Dante supported her securely as she rested her temple against his shoulder.
“I miss Alice.”
Today was their first break in two weeks, and Margaret had taken Alice off their hands for a few hours.
When Alice was waking every three hours, needing to be fed, and requiring constant care, Hansel had been so exhausted that she longed for even a short break. But now, only a few hours apart, she found herself already missing their daughter.
“Our Alice is so cute, isn’t she? Her eyes look just like yours, Dante. Aren’t they a little cat-like, all sly and sharp?”
“She looks like you, not me.”
“Really? Well, her hair color is definitely like mine.”
“Yeah. And her personality too.”
Alice was incredibly talkative. She cried when her mother wasn’t there and babbled endlessly when she was. Whenever her father appeared, she would grab, bite, or mess with him however she could.
Her curiosity knew no bounds, and she simply couldn’t rest until she had thoroughly investigated anything unfamiliar. Last time, she’d yanked out one of the werewolf’s whiskers and only seemed satisfied after doing so.
Her lack of fear and her boldness were a perfect blend of Hansel and Dante’s traits. Even Margaret, with her objective eye, had pointed this out, though Hansel and Dante continued to insist Alice took after the other more.
Hansel, though she acted like a playful child around her husband, was nothing short of a devoted mother when it came to her daughter.
“…I’ll go get Alice.”
“…Now?”
“Yeah.”
Hansel pursed her lips tightly and rolled her eyes.
“…Or maybe not right now. Maybe in, like… four hours?”
