Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 111
Chapter 111
Translator: Yonnee
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This was a story from almost twenty years ago.
Even though it was from his very early childhood, Dietrich still remembers it vividly.
—Child, do you know what your name means?
His normally irritable and sharp parents were unusually tender that day.
—It has a very great meaning.
—……
—It’s the name of a hero who lived a hundred, or maybe two hundred years ago. Isn’t that amazing? He led a centuries-long war to victory.
His parents, whose faces he can no longer recall, were uneducated.
Born into poverty, they could barely scrape by.
His mother, speaking excitedly about a hero she knew little about, grabbed his shoulder.
—So you too must live strongly, and live well. Understand?
As far as Dietrich’s memory served, he lived in a poor village, and his family was the poorest among them.
A family with as many as six children.
His parents, finding it difficult to support so many children, decided to abandon one to reduce the burden.
That child was Dietrich.
Abandoned, he wandered the streets until he was fortunately noticed by a high-ranking priest.
However, the priest who took him in had no intention of caring for him, and Dietrich was thrown among many other children.
The young boy trembled with anxiety.
He thought every day about where he would go if he was abandoned again.
—Hey, where did you come from?
Someone spoke to Dietrich then.
It was a boy his age.
—I’m Alt. Those over there are my friends.
—……
—Do you want to join us?
—Get lost.
That was how he formed relationships at a young age.
Though his childhood was harsh, looking back, it wasn’t all bad.
There were always small but precious moments of happiness.
At least until they all died.
…So seeing them standing in front of him was not possible.
“Huh? Dietrich! Why are you here…?”
A dead friend asked him curiously. Dietrich could only stare blankly at his face, unable to do anything.
His mind went blank.
“I suddenly woke up here. Did the same thing happen to you?”
“……”
“What in the world is going on…?”
“Dietrich.”
Then Charlotte interrupted the talking corpse by calling his name.
“Snap out of it.”
Charlotte, who had calmly brought him back to his senses, picked up a knife.
And she brought it down on Alt.
“AARGH! Is this woman crazy?!”
…This was absolutely not possible.
His other friends hurriedly rushed at Charlotte. They tried to stop her as she violently acted out.
“Hey! Dietrich! What are you doing? If you know this woman, do something about it!”
* * *
It was the middle of the night, while I was sleeping.
Creak—
The door opened. Until that moment, I thought it was surely Dietrich coming in.
He had been fussing so much during the day because I had caught a cold, so I thought he was doing the same at night.
But when cold fingers tapped my cheek, I changed my mind.
That ice-cold touch was not from a living person.
Opening my eyes to a strange feeling, I saw corpses with unfocused eyes looking down at me.
They were undead.
—Grrrk, grrk, grrr…
The undead looked down at me, making strange noises.
If I had encountered them with my Steel Mentality disabled, I might have fainted.
—No… not here…
The monsters looked around my room and then left as if their business was done.
I realized it immediately.
They were looking for Dietrich.
In the game, Dietrich suffered strangely upon seeing them.
I never reached the end of the third floor, so I didn’t know the reason. So I had to stop it.
‘I need to finish this before Dietrich arrives.’
[ These monsters cannot be controlled. ]
Hoping for the best, I tried using my ‘Authority’, but it didn’t work.
Then I saw a fruit knife nearby. Without thinking, I grabbed the knife and followed the undead out of the room.
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