Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 137
Chapter 137
Translator: Yonnee
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At that time, Tuvio intended to beat Dietrich to a pulp.
In fact, he had disliked Dietrich for a long time.
It annoyed him how Dietrich’s handsome face attracted people’s attention.
Even the girl Tuvio had a crush on couldn’t take her eyes off Dietrich.
—How dare someone like you stand in my way? Do you want to get beaten and die with him?
The boy with jet-black hair looked at Tuvio with a lofty expression.
As though he found him utterly pathetic.
The boy didn’t say a word, but that silent gaze was an immense insult to Tuvio.
He immediately swung his fist toward Dietrich, but at that moment, something unexpected happened.
The boy, seeming uninterested in a fight, swiftly kicked Tuvio’s leg, knocking him off balance.
He was supposed to have been throwing a punch, yet Tuvio fell comically to the ground in an instant. The other children laughed at him.
That was when the grudge began.
Young Tuvio constantly sought revenge against Dietrich, but every time, he was the one who ended up being humiliated.
The most humiliating moments were during training.
Tuvio trained hard, desperate to embarrass Dietrich, but not once could he defeat him.
Even as they grew older, the situation didn’t change.
The positions Tuvio wanted, the authority he craved—Dietrich always got them.
Only after Dietrich became a fool did Tuvio finally get what he desired.
But even then, Tuvio wasn’t satisfied.
What he truly wanted was to crush Dietrich with his own hands.
He wanted to see Dietrich begging, groveling pathetically.
“This time, I’ll make sure to trample him.”
He was going to teach the runaway just how big of a mistake he had made.
“Hurry, let’s find Dietrich.”
* * *
Once again, my steel mentality crumbled on its own.
I sat on the stairs and cried, and Dietrich hugged me, comforting me.
I clung to the railing like a support, but soon I leaned against his shoulder.
He had no idea why I was like this. Nevertheless, the more he comforted me, the more I cried.
His sweet words, constantly whispered into my ear as he stroked my back.
Ever since I had been trapped in the mansion, no one had ever comforted me. No, not even before I was trapped.
Having grown used to silently crying in secret, every time he stroked my back, it felt like a searing flame passed over that spot.
Sometimes, what appears harmless pricks me like a sharp needle.
His kindness, calm as still water, cut through me like an icy blade.
“I just want to die.”
I blurted out words I normally wouldn’t have said.
“It’d be better to die than live like this.”
“Charlotte, don’t say that.”
As he comforted me, who was swept up in emotion, his eyes suddenly turned stern.
“Why would you say something like that?”
“I was just saying. I won’t die anyway.”
Just as my emotions seemed to calm down, a surge of anger welled up again.
“It’s not like it’s something I can’t say.”
“…I have no intention of letting you die.”
His voice, now calm, was resolute.
Then, he patted my back again.
“What can I do to make you feel better?”
He asked gently, as if soothing a child.
Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind.
I still hadn’t cleared up the misunderstanding that I wasn’t the one who had confined him to this place. So why was he kindly patting my back?
Why was he tolerating my constant complaints, which must be tiresome?
As those thoughts ran through my mind, another fear emerged.
What if Dietrich grew tired of me and pushed me away?
He was still listening patiently now, but soon he might get fed up with my whining.
“You… You said before that you liked me.”
“Yes.”
“Do you still like me?”
“I still do.”
I couldn’t understand.
Why would he like me?
In truth, if it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have questioned it.
I know that my outward appearance is beautiful. There are plenty of people who would love this dazzling mask.
Even animal skins with bright colors and a glossy sheen are highly sought after, aren’t they?
But Dietrich is an exception.
He didn’t like my exterior. He despised me at first.
“Why do you like me?”
Dietrich’s face flushed slightly at my question.
“Perhaps I fell for you at first sight.”
“…Did you forget how much you hated me at first? If you’re going to lie, make it believable.”
“Ah, well, that’s true as well.”
…What’s that supposed to mean?
So did you like me or hate me?
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