Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 147

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Chapter 147

Translator: Yonnee

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As Dietrich approached, the knights froze in unison.

But Dietrich merely glanced at them and dismissed them with indifference.

‘This is driving me crazy.’

I knew he had changed, but up until now, it had just seemed like he’d become a bit more insincere…

“S-Sir Dietrich, it’s been a long time.”

“We’re… glad to see you safe.”

The knights standing near Tuvio hesitated before offering their greetings.

This time, Dietrich gave a slight, dismissive nod in response. His lack of enthusiasm was evident, yet the knights looked overjoyed, their faces lighting up.

“Hey, idiot. Word is you’ve lost your mind since staying here.”

Tuvio, sitting with his legs crossed, sneered mockingly.

“Tsk. You should have just stuck to your mission instead of getting caught up in this mansion and causing trouble for everyone else.”

“……”

Dietrich didn’t respond. His demeanor indicated that Tuvio’s words weren’t even worth acknowledging.

Instead, he seemed more focused on the mop in his hand.

Perhaps frustrated by this, Tuvio clenched his teeth and continued his provocations.

“Don’t you want to know how the families of those dead comrades you were trying so hard to protect are doing?”

Dietrich’s gaze briefly flickered toward Tuvio.

Sensing he had struck a nerve, Tuvio continued, his tone even more venomous.

“You were so worried they wouldn’t get their war compensation, weren’t you? Well, guess what, they finally got it.”

“……”

“Want to know the funniest part? I heard exactly where that compensation went.”

Tuvio lazily swirled his drink before gulping it down in one go.

“They gambled it all away.”

“……”

“They blew through their dead son’s blood money in a single day.”

The air grew cold.

It felt as though a chill had settled over the entire mansion.

At that moment, I began to regret saving this man. I had healed him for Dietrich’s sake, yet here he was, only provoking him further.

“I see.”

But to my surprise, Dietrich remained unmoved.

He calmly set the mop against the wall and sat down next to me, the sofa sinking slightly under his weight.

“Ha! So you really have gone mad. You’ve changed completely. Do you really think you can return to your old position like this?”

Tuvio’s taunt, though meant to provoke, gave me a glimmer of hope.

If even Tuvio, who despised Dietrich, didn’t think he was on the verge of losing his position, perhaps Dietrich’s situation wasn’t as dire as I had feared.

The other knights, unable to stop Tuvio’s insults, tried to shift the conversation by addressing me instead.

“So, um… Milady, you seem quite close to Sir Dietrich?”

One of the knights asked, sounding genuinely curious.

I gave a vague answer.

“Well, after spending some time working together to escape, we’ve become familiar with one another.”

“Now that you mention it, Miss, how did you end up getting trapped here?”

Though he had been preoccupied with mocking Dietrich, Tuvio now suddenly turned his interest to me.

“What’s it to you?”

This time, it was Dietrich who responded, his tone sharp as he continued to dismiss Tuvio.

Tuvio frowned but quickly shifted his focus back to me with newfound curiosity.

“I was just wondering why a lady like you, who seems to have been raised in luxury, would be in a ghost town like Lindbergh.”

“……”

“Which noble family are you from?”

Outside, my identity didn’t exist. How was I supposed to explain this without involving Dietrich?

Should I claim to have lost part of my memory due to mental trauma?

“Tuvio, I’ve already told you. This has nothing to do with you.”

“And I’ve already said, Dietrich. We’re trapped here because of you, so shouldn’t we all cooperate?”

When Dietrich snapped back, Tuvio only seemed to get more amused, taking delight in provoking him further.

“We need to look into anything suspicious, whether it’s this mansion or its inhabitants. It’s your duty as well. Or are you going to neglect that duty because you’ve lost your mind?”

It was becoming clear that I had made a mistake by saving him. My head began to throb.

Already feeling unwell from the side effects of my healing ability, I didn’t know how much longer I could tolerate this pointless provocation.

“Duty, huh.”

Dietrich let out a soft, bitter laugh, as if finding some hidden humor in the word.