Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 113
Chapter 113
Translator: Yonnee
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—Strawberries, squid, chocolate, meat, beef, pork…
It was something Dietrich remembered from long ago.
—What on earth are you saying?
—What do you think? I’m deciding what to eat when we return from the mission.
It was when the cave collapsed and we were isolated during a mission.
There was nothing there, not even food.
—Warm stew! I want to eat that too.
—…Stop it, Cedric.
—Pasta, braised fish, jerky, fried potatoes, chicken…
—……
It was a trivial conversation.
But it was remembered because it was the last one.
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[ ‘Dietrich’ has acquired a portion of S’s diary. ]
[ The contents of the diary shall be shared with Charlotte. ]
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A rumor started to spread that the lady had a lover.
There were strange rumors within the mansion that the lady was having secret meetings with an outsider man at night.
Eventually, it reached the master’s ears. Upon hearing the rumors, the master was fiercely angry.
“Child, are these rumors true?”
The lady responded in a tone of disbelief.
“There’s no way such nonsense could be true.”
The master seemed relieved.
“That’s a relief. If it’s not true, these baseless rumors will soon be quelled. We can’t have these affecting your marriage prospects.”
“Marriage…?”
The lady asked, seemingly flustered.
The master, looking pleased, continued.
“A rather decent family has expressed interest in forming a good connection with you.”
“……”
“Isn’t it about time you started preparing for marriage? You’re of an appropriate age.”
The master abruptly announced the lady’s marriage.
“I’ve even set the wedding date already.”
“What?”
“There are exactly one hundred days left.”
The announcement was like a bolt from the blue.
—Excerpt from S’s Diary
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Dietrich headed to his room early in the morning.
He was always diligent, but today he moved with particular urgency.
It must be because of the ‘undead’ wandering around this mansion.
Facing them must be troubling, so he was likely wandering around the rooms to gather his thoughts.
But by the afternoon, I couldn’t wait any longer.
I finally opened the map and went to find Dietrich.
As I passed by where he was, there was a wall clock standing.
‘Huh?’
Just a day ago, the clock seemed broken, not moving. Why is it working now?
But what was even stranger was that the clock was running backward.
‘Strange.’
Puzzled, I continued on my way. This wasn’t the important thing right now.
Dietrich was sitting still in the middle of the room. Nearby, a fragment of S’s diary was open.
He should have finished his business here, but he remained, lost in thought.
“Have you made a decision, Dietrich?”
“…Charlotte.”
“Should I wait longer?”
“…No. I’ve just made up my mind.”
Dietrich haphazardly stuffed S’s diary into his pocket and stood up.
“But before that, I have one request.”
“Request?”
“I want to serve them a meal.”
…To the undead? A meal?
“A last supper, something like that?”
“…Yes, something like that.”
“If doing so makes you feel better, then by all means, go ahead… But you know, Dietrich. They are monsters created by the mansion.”
“I am aware.”
…He knows and still wants to do it.
“Do you have a friend who starved to death there? Why would you…”
Dietrich smiled bitterly and shook his head.
“Not exactly, but they were friends with an insatiable appetite.”
It seemed his friends had died a long time ago.
Maybe that’s why this already soft-hearted man was acting even softer.
“Fine. Do as you wish. As long as you kill them.”
“Yes. I will definitely kill them.”
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Dietrich prepared a truly lavish meal, as if planning to burst the undead’s bellies.
‘There’s plenty of food anyway.’
It didn’t matter if it was wasted.
The only uncomfortable thing was watching the undead eat.
“Wow! Dietrich! You still cook so well.”
“This reminds me of old times. Remember when you made that awful porridge after taking over meal prep from the low-ranking soldier?”
“Yeah. After that, Dietrich took over all the cooking.”
“Haha. I bet our squad was the first where the leader did the cooking.”
Through their conversation, I grasped the situation.
These were Dietrich’s friends, and they had spent a long time together.
So it was even more unacceptable that these undead were pretending to be Dietrich’s friends and stirring up old memories.
However, Dietrich listened to their conversation with a bitter expression.
‘It’s all because of those shells.’
He said he would kill them after the meal, so I just had to hold on until then.
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