Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 141
Chapter 141
Translator: Yonnee
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Damn it.
Dietrich still wasn’t showing any intention of escaping.
“How long are you going to keep this up?”
I tried urging him to escape, but Dietrich responded indifferently.
“You were the one who trapped me here, so why are you so desperate for me to escape?”
He asked, as if he couldn’t understand.
He gently grasped my fingertips and said,
“Rather than that, I’m enjoying spending time with you.”
“…I’m not.”
“You must be more interested in something else than me. It’s making me jealous.”
“Stop being so slick. You weren’t like this before.”
“Can’t I even express affection?”
“That’s what makes you so slick.”
Ah, my head hurts.
He wasn’t going along with things the way I wanted, and the contract I painstakingly made was starting to feel pointless.
“Why don’t you want to leave? What’s your reason?”
“Charlotte.”
He intertwined his fingers with mine as if locking them together.
“I have no intention of leaving.”
“What?”
“I’ve lost the desire to leave.”
Dietrich, with our fingers interlocked, pulled me closer.
“You’re here, so why would I want to leave?”
“……”
“The outside world is noisy. There are those who treat me like a well-trained dog and those who cry for help the moment they see me. That’s what the outside world is to me.”
…So that’s why he doesn’t want to leave?
“The person I love is here, so why should I go?”
His once clear purple eyes had dulled.
It was as if he’d been submerged in dark water for so long that they could never return to their original color.
* * *
[ Charlotte assimilates with ‘…’ ]
Men were always the ones in power.
I was born from a man’s seed, yet I didn’t inherit even a fraction of his authority.
“What are you doing, skipping class for something so useless?”
The weather was too nice, so I painted the landscape.
If I didn’t, I felt like the perfect sunlit day would burn me to ash. I couldn’t breathe.
I preferred painting over the fruitless needlework lessons.
But that wasn’t something my father liked.
He burned all my art supplies.
“I let you paint a few times because you seemed to enjoy it, but after that worthless painter shamed me, all you do is paint? Do you even have any sense?!”
His furious shouts echoed through the mansion, but the crackling of my burning art supplies sounded even louder.
I wanted to pull them out of the fire, but I stood still, doing nothing.
Not once had that man ever listened to my pleas.
I tried everything—crying, begging, kneeling, starving myself. Nothing worked.
Only when I was on the verge of collapsing would he grant me something, and even then, it was never exactly what I wanted.
Though I was born a daughter of a powerful man, I had to grovel just to receive crumbs.
I despised the man before me.
I hated that he was my father.
My mother, who had spent her life serving that man, died of pneumonia.
While his wife lay dying, he was out with another woman.
I wanted to make him suffer the same way.
But all I could do was throw tantrums in public, humiliating him.
I would live like this my entire life—throwing fits until one day I would be married off for his sake.
I wanted revenge.
I didn’t want to live like this, only to be crushed and die.
Just as I was drying up from the pain of not being able to do anything, I met him.
It was in the heart of the capital, at the Carlino High Temple.
Draped in a golden cloak, the symbol of power, he moved with a leisurely stride, drawing the attention of everyone around.
As he passed by, people bowed their heads to him.
He was a man with a strikingly handsome face.
I’d seen plenty of attractive men and had high standards, but I had never seen anyone more handsome than Johannes.
I didn’t want to admit it, but even Johannes couldn’t compare to this man.
Seeing someone so much more handsome than Johannes made me stare without realizing it.
At him, and at the cloak he wore.
Everything about him seemed perfect.
It felt like he had everything he wanted, and he could easily crush my father beneath his feet.
I thought as I looked at him.
If I ever had the chance to choose my husband in the distant future, I wanted it to be him.
That day, I fell in love with a perfect shell.
[ Charlotte escapes from the dream. ]
It happened again. Another strange dream.
I woke up drenched in sweat. Though the third floor was cold, heat consumed my entire body.
[ Steel Mentality has been temporarily deactivated. ]
[ Steel Mentality: OFF ]
[ It is uncertain when it will be functional again. ]
…Please, just stop.
Once again, fear overwhelmed me.
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I feel bad for her, our ml, and everybody who is involved in this stupid mansion (not the bandits, they don’t count)