Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 75
Not why, but how?
Dante leaned further forward and reached into the water to take Hansel’s hand. He gently opened her small palm, inspecting it as if looking for a mark or a clue.
“If you open it, you’ll get hurt.”
It was strange how difficult it had become to follow his words after only a few days apart. Soon, Hansel pieced together the meaning in her head.
So what he meant was,
“You’re checking my hand to see if it’s okay because opening the door might have hurt me?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you put some kind of attack spell on the door?”
“If you force it open, your hand will burn.”
“……”
“Same with the door. And the fence.”
Hansel had no idea such a spell had been cast.
But before even addressing that… He was furious enough not to answer properly, yet the first thing he was concerned about was whether her hand was hurt?
Scenes from before her escape flashed through her mind. Back when she’d wandered near the gingerbread fence, Dante had acted especially sensitive about that area. At the time, she’d thought it was just because it was an exit to the outside world. She assumed he was afraid she’d figure it out and run away.
But had it actually been for this reason all along? Because he was worried she might get hurt?
Dante gently ran his fingertips across Hansel’s palm.
“Does it hurt anywhere?”
“…No. I didn’t get hurt from the door. Not at all.”
“Then that’s fine.”
Hansel quietly stared at Dante’s profile. His long lashes, sharp nose, and jawline—all features that suited the master of a cold winter forest.
As Hansel lowered her gaze in thought, she hesitantly glanced up at him.
“Hey, Dante. You know, about the werewolf—”
Splash!
Warm water hit her face.
Dante had suddenly splashed water at her. In the middle of speaking, her mouth filled with bathwater, and she choked, coughing and spitting it out. Before she could recover, his hands moved without hesitation.
Dante began washing Hansel’s face thoroughly.
Supporting the back of her head with one hand, he scrubbed her face with the other. His large hands meticulously cleaned off the werewolf’s fluids from her chin and lips, scrubbing her mouth with no regard for gentleness. It was as if she had become a baby being scrubbed by a meticulous mother.
“Mmph— Wait, wait! Stop!”
Hansel frantically grabbed his wrist, prompting Dante to stop. As she spat out the water still in her mouth, she quickly shouted.
“I’ll wash myself! I’ll do it!”
“Why?”
“…What?”
The question was so absurdly obvious that it left her mind blank. Why would she wash her own face? Did she really need to explain that?
Dante stared at her blankly for a moment before his gaze dropped. Hansel’s eyes instinctively followed his.
“……”
Her nape.
More specifically, the red bite mark left on her long, pale neck by the werewolf.
Hansel froze when she realized what Dante was looking at. She instinctively tried to cover the mark with her hand, but Dante was quicker. His hand brushed gently against her neck, directly over the still-healing bite. A faint sting of pain made Hansel flinch.
Dante stopped, his hand resting against her neck. Tilting his head slightly, he met her eyes.
“Why…”
His low voice echoed quietly in the bathroom.
“Why were you with the werewolf?”
Dante’s gaze darkened as he stared at the bite mark on Hansel’s neck, his eyebrows furrowing. Hansel recoiled, avoiding his eyes.
How could she even begin to explain?
She had run away but didn’t know the way and was about to freeze to death. Then she met the werewolf and asked him to take her out of the forest. While talking, she found out he knew Dante, and then, somehow, she ended up hearing about Dante’s past. The price for that story? A deal to explore each other’s erogenous zones. And so, they’d ended up—
…Yeah. Nope.
Hansel racked her brain furiously. How could she possibly explain this in a way that Dante would even remotely accept?
Carefully, she started to explain.
“He said he knew you… so we made a deal. He also said he knew who I was, and in exchange for telling me about you, he asked me to… do those things. But we didn’t go all the way!”
What kind of nonsense was this?
There wasn’t a single coherent thing she could say. Not about why she ran away, not about who she really was, and definitely not about what had happened with the werewolf.
The lies she had planted one by one had now grown into a towering, insurmountable spire. To undo it all, she’d have to fall to the bottom—a terrifyingly high spire built on deceit.
It was her own doing.
Pathetic.
Dante stood up, his large frame casting a shadow over Hansel. Slowly, he leaned forward, his broad torso looming closer as he brought his face down to hers. Then, he bared his teeth against her neck.
The exact spot where the werewolf had left his mark.
It felt as if he were trying to erase the mark entirely. He bit down sharply, hard enough for her to feel a sting.
“Aahh! D-Dante…”
Er_amaral26@
Hansel, I think it’s about time you just be honest. At this point I think it’s pretty damn obvious that he’s not going to hurt her when he finds out who she is. Besides, the reason she agreed to do stuff with the werewolf was to find out how to break his curse. It wasn’t just about finding out random Dante information, it was something to help him, so just be honest. Be truthful about it all, then everything will get fixed. Please please I want some fluffy moments already