Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 67
“Alright. Let’s call this a deal too. I’ll pay the price, so just tell me.”
“This one’s a huge deal. Can you handle it?”
“Just say it already! Why didn’t you tell me earlier if you knew? Then D— the master of the forest wouldn’t have had to live all alone.”
“He tries to kill me every time I show up. When would I have had the leisure to sit down and chat? I’ve been too busy running away.”
The werewolf grumbled his answer.
“And even if I told you, it’s not something easy to do.”
“So, what is it?!”
“He has to give a name to someone who has never had one before.”
“Uh…”
Hansel’s eyes darted around as she wracked her brain.
It’s definitely tricky. Somewhere in the world, there might be someone without a name, but they wouldn’t be easy to find.
For someone to have never had a name, they’d probably have to be a newborn. But kidnapping a baby isn’t an option. Unless the baby was abandoned right after birth, it’d be impossible.
“Only a handful of mages know the master of the forest’s identity. The ones who exiled him here to save themselves. Would they really go through the trouble of finding a newborn to save him?”
The laughter was gone from the werewolf’s eyes. It was the first time Hansel had seen that expression.
“All the magical families are in on it. There wasn’t a single family head who didn’t know what was happening in Herodt. Arsinoe is no exception.”
“……!”
Thump.
Her heart felt like a heavy stone plummeting straight to the ground. She hadn’t expected to hear that name all of a sudden here.
The werewolf leaned toward her, casting a large shadow over her. As she leaned back to avoid him, her body hit the rock. Before she realized it, she was half-reclining on it.
The werewolf stretched out his long arm, placing his hand next to her head. She was now completely trapped beneath him.
“I’m not the only one in trouble. So are you. We’re in the same boat, Arsinoe.”
Thunk.
Hansel froze as if turned to ice. Her heart pounded as if it might leap from her chest.
Don’t let him see how shaken you are…
She turned her head away, avoiding his gaze.
“I see. The magical world sure is scary. Arsinoe? That family is really awful. Anyway, I think we’ve rested enough. Shouldn’t we get going now if we want to get out before it gets dark?”
The werewolf leaned down further, hovering over her. His breath brushed her cheek, and his distinctly different scent tickled her nose.
“If you don’t use magic, the master won’t come. Here, it’s just the two of us. And you can’t use magic without someone else. So there’s nothing for him to hear, Arsinoe.”
Hansel’s eyelashes quivered. Unable to meet his gaze, she clutched at the fabric over her chest. She knew all too well how close his face was—close enough that their noses might touch if she turned her head.
There was no escape. In the end, she had no choice but to surrender.
“When did you… figure it out?”
“Since you asked if the chapters on werewolves had notes in them. At first, your scent was too strange for me to tell, but it became clear after a bit. Hansel Arsinoe.”
Hansel’s fingertips trembled.
So he knew all along and was just playing with me? Humiliation and anger flushed her face hot. She bit her lower lip hard.
The werewolf whispered into her ear.
“We struck a deal, didn’t we? Fair and equal. Give as much as you take.”
Hansel shivered at the low voice, damp with breath, against her ear. A chill ran down her spine each time it reached her.
Her lips felt parched, but there was no way to hide them with him so close.
Escape was impossible. The only option was to face him directly.
Hansel turned her head to meet his gaze.
“……”
As she thought, he was far too close. Struggling to hide her unease, she forced herself to meet his eyes.
A vast desert of shimmering heat haze—those brilliant golden eyes filled her vision. His sharp, manly features, the bold bridge of his nose, his defined lips, and the solid line of his jaw.
He looked like the word ‘wolf’ brought to life in human form.
“Your condition was to gain information about your ideal mate. I won’t cooperate beyond that.”
“Don’t worry. I have that much decency.”
Reassured for a brief moment by his calm answer, Hansel suddenly flinched again. His hand slid up her thigh. Hansel yelped in shock, flailing like a fish caught on a hook, and grabbed his wrist as it started to move higher.
Shaking with indignation, she shouted.
“D-Don’t touch me! You’re going back on your word! What are you doing?!”
“This is what I’m curious about. What part does my ideal mate like to be touched?”
Hansel’s mouth fell open in disbelief. Her face flushed bright red in outrage. Her parted lips trembled furiously.
You sly bastard.
“N-No way! I can’t agree to that. Just talk to me! I hate being touched unless it’s by someone I like! And you’re totally not my type. So keep it to questions and answers only!”
“How do I know you’re not lying? You seem like the type who does it habitually.”
