Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 128
Chapter 128
Translator: Yonnee
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Dietrich at seventeen.
The boy he was then thought,
The battlefield is a bizarre place.
“Please save me!”
A boy younger than himself lay flat on the ground in front of him, begging for his life.
It was a place where corpses were piled high like mountains.
They were all people that Dietrich had killed.
He didn’t know where they lived or what kind of lives they had.
When he saw the enemy, he just cut them down.
That’s what was normal on this battlefield. Not doing so was a sin.
“Please save me! I have a sick brother who only has me. Please save me.”
“……”
“My brother is very sick. He has a lame leg. I need to go back and take care of him.”
The enemy soldier, kneeling and begging Dietrich, was much younger than him.
Even at seventeen, Dietrich was considered young for the battlefield.
But in front of this younger boy, the sword he swung so easily felt like it was pinned under a boulder.
“…How old are you?”
“T-Thirteen!”
Really so bizarre.
Why is such a young child on the battlefield?
But the boy soldier was the enemy. There was no time for such trivial conversation.
Dietrich hesitated for a long time, looking down at the boy soldier.
He shouldn’t have made a decision on his own.
He was supposed to follow only the orders of the temple and his superior.
But he had killed too many people.
It had become routine for the mountain of corpses to rise and appear in his dreams.
So the young Dietrich, on his own accord, let the boy go.
A few days later, Dietrich’s friend was killed by an arrow shot by the boy he had let go.
It was the start of relentless self-reproach.
—You foolish man.
A beam of light descended.
Platinum blonde hair wrapped around his wrist like a rope.
Clear eyes looked at him. Like a bright and vivid lake.
But he feared, what if he stained it by immersing his filthy self?
He didn’t deserve to hold onto the rope.
He was dirty.
And yet…
—I’ll kiss you, so come here.
Upon hearing those words, he was overwhelmed by a powerful desire.
Those covered in filth know.
They have no right to covet a precious gem.
But if given the chance to touch the gem, to have it…
He followed the woman as she pulled him, blinded by desire.
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Dietrich came to his senses.
False memories receded, replaced by old ones.
His friends had died.
He had tried to kill the undead pretending to be his friends.
Charlotte is not an undead.
Charlotte is not his lover.
He wanted to protect Charlotte.
Memories surged out like a flood.
When their lips parted, the woman’s lowered eyelashes trembled.
“Charlotte.”
Dietrich called her name. Charlotte looked at him.
Her once confident eyes were now filled with various emotions, like someone barely hanging on the edge of a cliff.
“…I’m sorry.”
“……”
He stood up, leaving her behind.
“Dietrich!”
The undead shouted.
“What are you doing! Why aren’t you killing that woman!”
It was a tiresome refrain he had heard dozens of times.
They repeated the same words without missing a beat.
“Dietrich! What are you doing! Why aren’t you killing that woman!”
“If you can’t kill her, then lock her up!”
Dietrich looked back at the undead wearing the masks of his dead friends.
What had he been deceived by?
The veil that had clouded his vision was lifted, revealing a repulsive facade.
“Dietrich!”
The one with Cedric’s face called his name.
He was a friend whose leg was broken after being trapped in a cave long ago. The temple, deeming him useless, sent him to a distant outpost where he died and was brought back as a corpse.
“Dietrich!”
There were no friends here.
Only Charlotte and himself existed in this place.
Dietrich raised his sword.
He swung it at the corpses pretending to be his friends.
The undead, covered in their plausible disguises, fell painfully under his blade.
A storm of blood raged all around.
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[ Darkness: 70% ]
Dietrich, I wonder.
Am I really on the right path?
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