Hansel’s Enchanted Fairytale: Fill Me Up With Magic! - Chapter 85
Three days ago, at the moment Dante uttered Hansel’s name,
Thunk.
Hansel went limp in Dante’s arms, her consciousness slipping away. He cradled her lifeless head, his movements frantic and disjointed.
His crimson eyes wavered, like a compass needle spinning wildly over a magnet. He couldn’t make sense of what had happened.
What did I just do?
I just said… that she’s not Hansel Arsinoe… but then…
Something clenched Dante’s chest with crushing force. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t even remember how to.
His mind blanked into a snowstorm of white, his legs giving out beneath him.
“No… no, this can’t…”
Thud. Without even realizing, Dante sank to his knees.
Arsinoe. Was your name truly Hansel Arsinoe?
No, that couldn’t be true.
It wasn’t.
She said she wasn’t, didn’t she? She told me she wasn’t.
The words that had been exchanged between them spiraled into a single, resounding echo in his mind,
No. No. No.
Like a violent storm, his thoughts tangled into chaos. Then, all at once,
Snap.
Something inside him broke.
Did I… just say your name?
Did I kill you?
The pale hue of her already fair complexion drained completely, leaving her lifeless and cold.
Dante knew this expression too well—the face of death, void of emotion, but with a finality that could not be ignored.
It was the same face his mother wore when he had uttered her name.
His arms slackened. He gently laid Hansel on the ground as though she were made of glass, then cupped her cheek with trembling fingers, as if his nerves had short-circuited.
“No… no. No…”
His voice cracked, splintering like dry branches underfoot.
Flashes of their time together raced through his mind, her sulking while baking bread, only to brighten with joy when the results pleased her. Her rushing to him like a startled rabbit whenever the door opened. Her soft laughter as she peeked out from fluttering white curtains.
The emptiness of the bedroom she had once filled.
The void she left behind clawed at him, chilling him to the bone as if he had been abandoned in an endless snowfield. His teeth chattered uncontrollably.
His world was crumbling.
A world without her was not worth living in.
I shouldn’t have loved you.
Because loving someone means I’ll only end up killing them.
Just like I did when I spoke my mother’s name.
And at that moment.
Suddenly, Dante’s shoulder was wrenched back.
The werewolf, who had dashed forward, grabbed Dante’s shoulder, forcing him to face him. The werewolf froze for a moment as their eyes met.
Crystal-clear tears were streaming down Dante’s pale cheeks.
The werewolf had never known until now that a person could cry so much. Dante wept as though he were expelling every ounce of moisture from his body.
“I… I… I…”
“Master, pull yourself together. This isn’t what you think. No magic could ever do that to her—”
The werewolf’s words drifted past Dante’s ears, barely registering.
“I killed… again… I…”
His already sparse vocabulary dwindled further as his consciousness scattered into his limbs. A hellish whirlpool of despair and guilt spun uncontrollably in his mind.
He seemed completely lost in shock, disconnected from reality.
The werewolf knew he had to snap his master out of it, even if only to prevent further catastrophe.
The entire house began to quake violently, as if about to collapse. The sound of things crashing echoed everywhere. The ceiling cracked, and doors twisted from their hinges. At this rate, they would be buried alive within seconds.
“Damn it, you clueless…”
The werewolf tightened his grip on Dante’s shoulder, channeling all his strength.
“She’s not dead! Look properly!”
“……”
Dante’s unfocused eyes snapped into clarity. His breath hitched as he looked down at Hansel in his arms, her platinum lashes trembling faintly.
Cautiously, Dante reached out to touch her lips. He felt her breath.
A rush of relief made his body falter. He nearly collapsed on top of her but managed to catch himself by bracing his hands against the floor.
“She’ll wake up if you just let her rest. If you’re still worried, take her to a hospital. I know you hate going outside the forest, so I can—ack!”
Dante grabbed the werewolf by the collar, pulling him close with a terrifying intensity in his crimson eyes.
“Where? Where do I go?”
“Ugh… The hospital… In the village… central building…”
“Tell me faster!”
Before the werewolf could fully explain, the three of them vanished from the house. At the same moment, the house collapsed with a thunderous roar.
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I want to slap this girl. Idiot!