Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 119
Chapter 119
Translator: Yonnee
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“You may not remember, but I cannot forget that day.”
“I doubt anyone could forget. How could you forget a lady who behaved so outrageously?”
“There’s that, but I think I also fell in love with you at first sight.”
I pondered Dietrich’s words.
‘So, he’s saying the lady in the diary is me.’
Strictly speaking, it wasn’t me but ‘Charlotte’, but it amounted to the same thing.
‘Let’s try to sort this out.’
The premise goes like this: Charlotte was the lady in the diary.
But why was she here as a maid?
And how did the lady from the diary become a monster that tormented Dietrich in the game?
Or, could it be that fabricated memories made him mistake me for the lady?
Whose memories are Dietrich’s, anyway?
The memories seemed so vivid. They appeared to be his, but Dietrich had once said the mansion was from an era over a hundred years ago.
As were the clothes and that painter named Santorini.
So many questions remained.
“Charlotte.”
I was deep in thought when Dietrich called me.
“Let’s eat.”
At his words, I got up. After finishing the meal, I had to hurry to find the next diary.
My fever was completely gone now, so Dietrich wouldn’t have any reason to stop me.
When I reached the kitchen, a more sumptuous meal than ever awaited me.
‘What’s this? This familiar scenario…’
Why did it feel like I had experienced something similar before?
Despite feeling uneasy, I sat down.
Dietrich laid out mouth-watering dishes before me, but strangely, I had no appetite.
I forced myself to pick up a fork and knife and cut into the food.
Because I wasn’t very hungry, a few bites made me feel full.
“Finished eating? Then let’s go find the diary.”
“…I haven’t finished yet.”
“Alright. I’ll wait, so tell me when you’re done.”
“Charlotte.”
Then, with an unmistakably dark expression, Dietrich called me.
“We won’t be looking for the diary anymore today.”
“What do you mean?”
Why was he acting like this all of a sudden?
Yesterday, he said he loved me more than anything in the world. How could he change his mind in just one day?
Wasn’t it supposed to be a love so great he would abandon his friends for it?
“Why not? Are you feeling unwell?”
If that was the case, I couldn’t force him.
“It’s not that.”
At that moment, a strange glint flickered in his violet eyes.
“Because you are not Charlotte.”
“…What nonsense are you spouting?”
“I know you’re an undead wearing Charlotte’s guise.”
I was dumbfounded.
It was true I was wearing Charlotte’s guise, but undead?
‘These memory manipulations…’
I chuckled dryly and glared at Dietrich.
“So, what? This feast is to feed me well before you kill me?”
“……”
“This is ridiculous, Dietrich.”
I felt a fierce urge to overturn the tablecloth but decided against it.
I wasn’t usually this violent, but my patience had grown thin as we climbed the stairs together.
Some people endure such sacrifices, and yet, he’s telling me I’m an undead monster?
“Then draw your sword.”
“……”
“Go ahead, kill me. If you think I’m an undead, you should kill me, right?”
“……”
“But here’s the thing. Among the undead, I’m tough. I don’t think your sword will be able to kill me.”
Each time we climbed the stairs, I gained various penalties, but the system never gave me a chance to die.
After catching a cold, I tried hurting myself out of curiosity. I wondered if Charlotte’s healing ability had disappeared.
But the wound healed immediately.
At that moment, I realized.
The cold was just a penalty.
“Why are you standing still? If you think I’m an undead, you shouldn’t just stand there.”
It was laughable how he prepared a lavish meal to kill me but then just stood there.
“Are you intentionally behaving like her even at this moment?”
It seemed that Charlotte in his manipulated memories acted like that.
“Do you enjoy playing with me?”
“Playing with you? Me? I just pretended to be your lover because it seemed like that’s what you wanted. If I knew I’d be treated like this, I wouldn’t have done it.”
I met his hostile violet eyes without backing down.
I’m the one caught off guard by this sudden change in behavior.
“Just finish your meal. I’ll be going.”
I had a new task.
I ignored Dietrich and tried to leave the kitchen.
—If he hadn’t blocked my way.
“What? Do you really think you’ll feel better if you kill me?”
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