Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 153
Chapter 153
Translator: Yonnee
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At that moment, I felt something strange.
I pushed his hand away and ran straight toward the direction of the sound.
“Charlotte!”
Sure enough, there was Tuvio, deep in the dark hallway of the third floor, clutching his wound as he lay dying from a sword strike.
I immediately knelt in front of him.
“Sir Tuvio, can you hear me?”
The man seemed barely conscious, instinctively pressing down on his wound.
Tuvio, struggling in pain, didn’t appear to be undead. I needed to check for sure.
‘I should use my healing ability…’
The moment I reached out to touch him, he lifted the hand he was using to stem the bleeding and grabbed my wrist.
“Don’t…”
“Sir Tuvio, calm down. What I’m trying to do is—”
“Cough. You’re in on it too, aren’t you? With that bastard Dietrich…”
Tuvio coughed up blood and spoke his last words.
“That bastard suddenly… with a sword… he…”
And with that, Tuvio closed his eyes.
I stared blankly at his lifeless body, but a shadow darker than the night loomed over us.
I looked up at the man who had killed him.
“Liar.”
My trust shattered.
[ Would you like to use healing? ]
[ Yes ]
[ Healing is not possible. ]
[ You cannot revive the dead. ]
As the system window appeared, a wave of betrayal washed over me.
“He wasn’t an undead.”
“……”
“Or was he? Did I get fooled again? Go ahead, explain yourself, Dietrich. I’ll listen.”
“……”
“I’m serious. I’m willing to believe that I got deceived by an undead.”
But Dietrich didn’t explain.
Instead, a dark smile spread across his face.
“You caught me.”
“……”
“I thought I could deceive you if I played my cards right, but I didn’t finish the job properly…”
Dietrich clicked his tongue in disappointment, as if regretting not cutting off the loose ends.
I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing.
How could someone kill a human being and then shamelessly think of tricking me?
Was the person in front of me even the Dietrich I knew?
It crossed my mind that maybe the real Dietrich had already died and that this was some wicked undead pretending to be him, trying to fool me.
“…Why did you do it?”
“I had no choice. If they escaped this mansion alive, it would’ve caused problems.”
“…Why?”
Dietrich let out a bitter laugh, just like he did when he pretended to be wronged.
“If they made it out, what do you think would happen?”
“They would go on with their lives…”
“And would it stop there? The existence of this mansion would be revealed to the outside world.”
Dietrich knelt beside me, meeting my eyes as he spoke slowly.
“The temple would find this place suspicious and investigate. They’d soon discover this is a cursed mansion.”
“So what?”
“That’s the worst-case scenario. Especially if they try to lift the curse.”
“Lifting the curse would be a good thing. You, the people you killed, everyone could leave. There would be no more victims.”
“And what about you?”
Dietrich’s hand gripped my shoulder.
“That’s my question. What happens to you if the curse is lifted? That’s what I’m curious about.”
“……”
“I’d love for you to leave with me, but you’re different from the rest of us. Even when you’re injured, you heal quickly, and this mansion protects you.”
His violet eyes gleamed brighter in the dark, as if they were catching fire.
“When the curse on this mansion is broken, will you still exist?”
“……”
The smile on his face contorted with anguish.
“I don’t think you will.”
A single tear slid down his cheek.
With trembling hands, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and rested his forehead against mine.
And then he pleaded desperately.
“…I couldn’t let you disappear.”
I didn’t have time to wonder whether Dietrich’s words were the truth or a lie.
The face of the man crying before me was undeniably genuine.
“…But, Dietrich, a search party has already been sent for you.”
“……”
“They’ll keep coming to this mansion. Are you just going to kill them all? You can’t keep this hidden forever…”
Dietrich clenched his teeth, shaking his head like someone who had tasted deep despair.
He knew it too, but he kept trying to deny it.
“And Dietrich, I’d rather disappear.”
“…Charlotte.”
“I’ve been here for too long.”
For an unbearably long time.
I had wished to die, but knowing that wish would never be granted, I had endured the endless, monotonous time.
“I will never let that happen.”
“……”
“Never… Never…”
But no matter his resolve, I had a feeling that the end was coming, one way or another.
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