Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 129
Chapter 129
Translator: Yonnee
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I still remember.
There are moments when I get frustrated while drawing.
I know the flawed part of my drawing, but no matter how much I erase, it doesn’t get corrected.
Even when I draw new lines over the erased spot, the same flawed line appears.
I see what’s wrong, but I can’t fix it.
Things go well for a while, then go awry.
And now, I was that flawed drawing from those days.
My emotions, which had been pouring out in anger, suddenly calmed down, only for tears to start flowing again.
Even knowing my emotions were off, I couldn’t set the skewed flow straight.
The scent of blood was everywhere.
Things in human form were cut down by the blade.
It was terrifying and horrifying.
I just cried as I looked at their grotesque forms.
My emotions surged and overflowed, but the vessel to contain them was too small.
I sat down, leaning against the wall, watching the horrifying scene unfold before me.
At some point, Dietrich, who had dealt with all the undead, stood silently looking down at what he had done.
I was the one who urged him to kill.
But back then, I had the support to stand firm.
Could I say the me of then and the me of now are the same person?
This powerless beast that can do nothing but cry with its knees drawn up.
The only thing I could do was sit and cry.
‘I want to escape.’
What should I do now?
When Dietrich leaves, I’ll have to endure in this place again, all alone.
With a broken Steel Mentality that could turn off at any moment.
Alone. Perhaps forever.
That fact terrified me.
Unlike when Steel Mentality was on, the current me could do nothing but tremble, unable to make any decisions.
“Charlotte.”
At that moment, the blood-soaked man approached me.
“Did I scare you?”
I couldn’t say anything.
It felt like a lump of lava was stuck in my throat.
He knelt down on one knee to meet my eyes.
Meeting Dietrich’s vivid purple eyes, I felt shame as if my weaknesses had been exposed.
Why do I feel like I’m the only one falling apart?
It felt unfair, and as he reached out his hand to me, he paused, seeing his blood-stained hand.
“I should have killed them right away when you told me to, but I didn’t. I’m sorry.”
“……”
“…Are you very angry? Angry enough not to say anything to me?”
“…Why are you so composed?”
After trembling in fear for not being able to kill the undead wearing his friends’ shells.
Now that you’ve killed them all, shouldn’t you at least pretend to be mad?
I looked at the undead sprawled on the floor.
Perhaps it’s a form of relief.
They will come back to life anyway. Until we find out the sorcerer’s name or kill him, they will keep reviving endlessly.
“If I cry with you, will that make you happy?”
“It would be noisy.”
I shook my head weakly.
My body was trembling. It was so cold here.
I had managed to endure until now, but without any support, the cold was a threat.
It was so cold that I could only breathe out white puffs, hugging my shoulders tightly.
There was no fur coat that Dietrich had brought me now.
“I told you not to wear something so thin.”
I regretted ignoring his words only now.
The cold was unbearable and painful.
“Come here, Dietrich.”
“……”
“…I’m cold.”
I had nothing right now. So I needed the man in front of me, even if just for now.
“…Charlotte, I’m dirty. I’m covered in blood.”
“Yes, I can also see that you’re dirty.”
“…I’ll stay here.”
“If you come now, I’ll forgive you for dirtying me.”
Dietrich hesitated for a moment, then sat down next to me.
I hugged the stiffly sitting man. The cold seemed to subside a little.
My emotions surged again.
The difference between the flawed drawing and me was that I couldn’t even be corrected.
When there was a flaw in a drawing, I would try to fix it until the end, but now I didn’t even have the will to try.
Even in this situation, not wanting to expose my weakness, I kept my mouth shut.
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