Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 82
Hansel winced, her shoulders hunched as if she were the one being stepped on. What am I supposed to do about this?
Dante looked down at the werewolf dispassionately and muttered.
“Should’ve cut out his vocal cords.”
“……”
Hansel and the werewolf both froze like logs. Then Dante turned back to Hansel, his voice brimming with pride.
“But I didn’t kill him. I brought him back alive.”
Dante seemed genuinely proud of himself.
He had changed.
That small woman said she liked him. That she wouldn’t leave him and go anywhere. That even after meeting the wolf and hearing everything about his past, she still liked him.
She said she liked him.
Those words melted the unidentified anxiety that had plagued him for days, like frost under a warm spring sun. Thanks to that, he had managed to leave her alone in the bedroom and go out—to catch the wolf.
Dante glanced down at the werewolf.
That wolf, who dared to touch his woman without permission, deserved to die. He should’ve been killed immediately, right there in the forest. Just thinking about the red marks left on her pale skin made Dante marvel at his own restraint for not killing this mongrel on the spot.
He should’ve dealt with him long ago. If this fool thought he could touch what was his, then Dante should never have let him live this long.
But sparing the wolf had been the right choice. There was something he needed to know before cutting the wolf’s throat.
“You said the wolf didn’t tell you who you are.”
“……”
“You lied to me too, so I’m going to find out and punish you.”
Of course, the wolf wasn’t the only one who lied. Dante himself had lied to his little white mouse, so he deserved punishment too.
But now Dante was just as curious about who Hansel really was. He couldn’t call her by her name, but he could at least learn who she had been.
It irked him. He didn’t know, yet this miserable wolf did?
Dante removed his foot from the werewolf’s head.
“Talk. Who is she?”
“Wait! Wait a second!”
Hansel stepped cautiously into the living room, both hands raised.
Her nervousness was clear as she met Dante’s puzzled gaze, and she quickly lowered her hands. I shouldn’t look too flustered. Realizing this, she crossed her arms and averted her eyes from the werewolf.
Trying to sound calm, Hansel spoke as she edged closer to Dante.
“Dante, it’s just that… I’m a bit scared right now, and I’d like to get this situation under control. It’s a bit much to look at, you know?”
Dante glanced down at the werewolf.
“I’m keeping him in place.”
“That’s not it. You know how I feel—I don’t like hearing about death, and I’m squeamish with all that blood. Seeing something so gruesome right after waking up… it’s made my heart race, and I feel so tired now. I just want to rest for a bit…”
She was trying to buy time, hoping to think of a way to defuse the situation.
“So, can we deal with this later? Just leave it for now? I’m hungry, and I’d like a bath…”
Dante frowned slightly and stayed silent for a moment.
He remembered—she had reacted the same way before. She was scared of conversations about death. The last thing they’d discussed before she left the house was also about killing the wolf.
Recalling that, a sense of caution arose. He couldn’t risk scaring her into leaving again—not that he wouldn’t be able to catch her if she did.
Dante nodded.
“Alright.”
Hansel exhaled a deep sigh of relief.
Dante knelt on one knee and grabbed the back of the werewolf’s head. With a sharp motion, he wrenched the wolf’s head upward. The werewolf’s body arched involuntarily, and Hansel gasped, covering her mouth in shock.
The bruises and blood on the werewolf’s face began to fade. It seemed Dante had used healing magic, as the pain-wracked expression also gradually smoothed out. Once the werewolf’s face was completely healed, Dante held him up for Hansel to see.
“Now it’s not scary, right?”
Hansel’s jaw dropped.
“You—you even know healing magic?”
“Yes.”
The more she learned, the more stunned she became. At this point, wasn’t he more of a god than a mage?
“That wolf’s a liar. If you don’t listen now, he’ll trick you again.”
Hansel felt like she was going to lose her mind. Resisting the urge to bite her nails, she quickly answered Dante.
“But I don’t really want to know. Who I was in the past doesn’t matter anymore—what matters is the me who’s living with you now. Meeting you made me a new person. You’re my first, Dante. How’s that?”
Hearing it put that way, Dante didn’t think it sounded so bad. After all, hadn’t he himself become someone completely different from who he was in the past?
“Ha! This is too funny. I can’t take it anymore.”
The werewolf, who had been silently observing the situation, let out a mocking laugh.
“I thought you were cunning, but wow, you’re something else. Should I give you a round of applause?”
chocolattes
girl when will you stop prolonging this omg. do you really need the wolf to ruin everything before you come to your senses and tell him the truth yourself? 😔
i get that she’s anxious given their complicated family history but prolonging this isn’t doing her any favors. if anything it’s making her look worse