Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 142
Chapter 142
Translator: Yonnee
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A pitch-black room. In the darkness where nothing could be seen, I screamed.
“Dietrich!”
I called out none other than his name.
“Dietrich!”
I needed him.
Ever since my steel mentality had been turned off, I needed Dietrich by my side.
Someone had to touch me.
They had to constantly whisper sweet words into my ear.
BAM!
The door swung open urgently.
Now familiar with the situation, the man rushed in and held me close.
I clung to him, pouring out all my pent-up emotions like a monster.
I clung to him, tormented him, acted like a madwoman, as if I was about to devour him.
Then, I started to worry again.
What if his patience wore thin? What if he’d leave this room? What if he’d abandon me?
…That couldn’t happen.
Anxiety set in. I thought I should stop here, but paradoxically, I became curious.
How long would it take for his patience to run out?
I relentlessly tormented Dietrich even more, spouting all sorts of miserable and depressing things, hoping to tire him out.
But no matter how much I acted out, he stayed by my side.
Once I felt reassured, I rewarded him with a kiss.
I repeated this a few times, and once I calmed down, Dietrich finally spoke.
“I cannot live without you.”
“……”
“And you need me too, don’t you? Do you really want me to leave?”
His words reignited the anger I had been suppressing.
Wasn’t the reason my steel mentality had shut off in the first place because I had been trying to help him escape?
Yet now he wasn’t even thinking of leaving, so what was all my effort for?
In my anger, I slapped him without realizing it.
“You can’t say things like that to me.”
Even though I was the one who slapped him, I ended up bursting into tears again, as if I had been the one hurt.
At that moment, I felt more pathetic than anyone else.
Dietrich, remaining silent, comforted me once again. I leaned into his chest, growing used to the hand patting my back.
“Sleep with me, Dietrich.”
“If it helps you feel at ease with me here.”
I held him close as we lay down.
The sound of his heartbeat from his chest gave me a sense of comfort.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to me.
The Dietrich I liked was a man who hadn’t yet succumbed to darkness—frustratingly slow at times but with kind eyes.
And the same was true for Dietrich.
The woman he had fallen for at first sight wasn’t someone who lost control of her emotions and acted out like this.
It felt like things were going astray, but I didn’t know how to fix them.
When I woke up again, my steel mentality still hadn’t returned, and the space beside me was empty.
In that instant, anxiety surged through me.
Did he leave because he was tired of me?
Did he lie about loving me?
As my emotions took over, endless negative thoughts began to flood my mind.
I left the room to find him.
“Dietrich!”
I called his name frantically, but no matter where I went, there was no response.
Overcome by anxiety, I kept shouting his name.
Crash!
Thunder roared as if it would split the mansion in two.
The sound from outside felt familiar.
Could someone have entered again?
I hesitated, my steel mentality still not returning, but I eventually decided to go down to the first floor.
“Damn this rain!”
The mansion’s pattern was always the same.
Dietrich, the bandits, and now the newcomers—all had entered the mansion soaked by the rain.
I stood at the top of the stairs and looked down at the men, drenched from the downpour.
They were dressed in ornate uniforms, swords at their sides. I had seen similar outfits before.
The undead had worn those exact clothes.
“Where the hell is Dietrich?”
One of the men shouted as he shook the rain off, then froze when he spotted me standing on the stairs.
“W-What the…? How did we not sense you…?”
“Do you know Dietrich?”
“…Hey, miss. I don’t know why you’re alone in this abandoned town, but do you know where Dietrich is?”
Were these Dietrich’s real friends?
“I do. But what’s your relationship with Dietrich?”
“We are…”
The men exchanged glances, as if silently conferring. Soon, the man in the lead stepped forward and spoke.
“We’re knights from the temple. And we’re also friends of Dietrich. He disappeared during a mission, so we’ve been searching the area.”
Were they really Dietrich’s friends?
Dietrich would know for sure when he saw their faces.
“Dietrich is…”
“S-Sir Tuvio! Behind that woman!”
Behind me?
I turned around, and there he was—Dietrich, his face emotionless and unreadable.
“Dietrich, you’re here. I was just…”
“Step back, Charlotte.”
Dietrich lightly pushed my shoulder, and I stumbled backward.
In that moment, Dietrich drew his sword.
“Dietrich, what are you—”
“The undead have appeared again.”
The carnage unfolded in an instant.
Just as I winced at the sharp glint of his blade, the air was filled with a spray of crimson blood.
“Aaaargh!”
The mansion echoed with the agonized screams of those in pain.
[ Darkness: 85% ]
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