Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 116
Chapter 116
Translator: Yonnee
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I went to meet Noah.
To borrow the ring of fire he possessed.
Since Dietrich couldn’t kill the undead, I decided to take care of it myself.
Of course, I didn’t tell Noah the whole story.
“I need to cook, but I don’t have fire. Can you lend me the ring? Don’t you want to eat something warm and tasty, Noah?”
I knew Noah wasn’t an ordinary child, but seeing his childlike appearance softened my tone.
I expected Noah to lend me the ring without hesitation.
But Noah shook his head firmly.
“Just once. I’ll use it quickly and give it back.”
“No.”
“Huh?”
“Diary.”
Noah yawned as if sleepy after saying just one word.
Soon, he leaned against me, dozing off.
Considering the child’s curse exchanged information for sleep, he must have said something important.
After laying the sleeping Noah on the bed, I pondered over the meaning of his words.
Did he mean I should find the diary instead of using the ring of fire to kill the undead?
If so, does the diary contain a solution to the current situation?
‘I don’t know.’
Following Noah’s advice, the only option was to find the diary with Dietrich.
So, here we are now.
“…So you’re saying I promised to marry you based on your actions?”
I was listening to stories from Dietrich’s manipulated memories.
“You often wanted to test me. No matter how much I said I loved you, you wouldn’t believe me and kept asking me to prove it.”
“…Did I?”
The fabricated memories were unnecessarily detailed.
So vivid and seamless, as if they were real, lived experiences.
“…But Charlotte, do you really not remember anything?”
It’s not me who can’t remember, it’s you.
“Yes. I don’t remember well. Being trapped in this mansion for so long has messed up my mind.”
“…That can’t be.”
“But remember this one thing. We were definitely looking for the diary.”
“…The diary, you say?”
Oh my. Did he forget about the diary too?
I was pretending to have lost my memory to find out about Dietrich’s condition, but I couldn’t learn everything.
However, if there was one thing I realized…
His real past memories and the fabricated ones seemed to be jumbled together.
The memories of his friends were real, but they were intertwined with the strange notion that they were still alive and that he and I were lovers.
“Yes, the diary. I’m sure we were looking for the diary. My gut tells me that if we find the diary, my memories will come back.”
“If you believe so, I will definitely find the diary for you.”
“…Okay. Thank you.”
With the undead appearing, I had been neglecting to look around the rooms. We had to hurry and find the diary.
We might be racing against time right now.
The more time passed, the more the undead roamed freely, and the stranger Dietrich’s memories became.
Fortunately, apart from Dietrich’s distorted memories, everything was going smoothly.
His intelligence didn’t seem to have declined, as he easily solved the tricks in the rooms.
However, we couldn’t find the diary anywhere.
There were no clues to resolve Dietrich’s situation.
“Charlotte, don’t be too anxious.”
It’s not me who should be anxious, it’s you.
I wanted to say, but I couldn’t.
“And since you’re not well, it would be better if you didn’t walk around too much.”
“Even so, let’s look around a bit more.”
“No.”
Ah, seriously.
Dietrich forcibly pushed me into the bedroom, insisting that I should rest.
“Until you are completely recovered, I won’t let you strain yourself.”
“I’m really fine.”
Dietrich’s firm attitude made it difficult to insist further.
I thought about looking around by myself when Dietrich wasn’t around, but he stayed by my side until nightfall as if he had read my mind.
‘Should I drop the act of being his lover?’
I had the urge to, but I held back.
So, at dawn.
I left the room alone.
The air on the third floor was chilly, making me shiver. I wrapped my robe tightly around me and looked around the mansion.
Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen any undead.
Not since I childishly asked Dietrich, ‘Me or the undead? Choose now.’
For now, it seemed fortunate, but it felt ominous not knowing their intentions.
‘I need to resolve this before they reappear.’
I reaffirmed my resolve and surveyed the surroundings.
At that moment.
‘What?’
The staircase leading to the fourth floor was brightly lit.
All the dust gathered and formed, as if signaling the moment to ascend to the next floor.
Unconsciously, I took a step onto the stairs.
“…What the?”
I could go up.
…This should not be possible.
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