Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 157
Chapter 157
Translator: Yonnee
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Several people had entered the mansion in search of Tuvio.
Each time, Dietrich had killed them all.
“Stop it!”
No matter how much I screamed, he wouldn’t listen.
It felt like my voice was just echoing in an empty cave.
Except for those moments, Dietrich acted like a normal person.
He would talk to me casually, prepare meals, and sometimes even attend to me like a servant.
I tried to reason with him.
“Dietrich, maybe I can leave with you.”
At those words, Dietrich showed a flicker of interest.
“I think I might have figured out how to get out.”
“……”
“If you find the Room of Truth, I think I can leave with you. I just learned about it.”
“Charlotte, your lies are too obvious.”
Then what was I supposed to do?
This foolish man.
Considering the current situation, this mansion would be discovered soon.
Many people had gone missing after entering in search of Tuvio and Dietrich—how long would it take for someone to notice?
The end was approaching, whether he wanted to admit it or not. So wouldn’t it be better to leave on his own terms?
But Dietrich didn’t seem to think that way. He stayed in my room, never leaving.
When I left the room, he followed me everywhere.
As if he couldn’t stand to be apart from me for even a moment.
He followed me so much that I went up to the fourth floor, hoping to get some space. Even then, he trailed behind, ignoring any pressing matters.
He tried to be affectionate, but I hit him instead.
‘Maybe I should give up.’
No matter how I tried to convince him, Dietrich wouldn’t listen.
More people had entered the mansion again.
And once again, Dietrich mercilessly killed them.
[ Darkness: 90% ]
Like the Dietrich from the game, he wouldn’t listen no matter how much I begged him to stop.
Today, too, he killed someone.
The knight who had come to find Tuvio recognized Dietrich, his eyes wide in shock. But before he could even voice his confusion, he died by Dietrich’s sword.
It was the same nauseating story, repeating over and over.
“…Can’t you stop?”
Exhausted beyond belief, I sat down in the hall and spoke to Dietrich as he cleaned up the bodies by the door.
[ Steel Mentality is being implemented. ]
Even Steel Mentality didn’t protect me as much as it used to.
It was only barely keeping me sane.
“How long are you going to keep this up?”
“……”
Dietrich said nothing.
Perhaps he knew he couldn’t keep any promises he might make.
“Dietrich, let’s go to the fourth floor together. Please?”
Once more, I pleaded with him.
But Dietrich silently wiped the blood off the entrance.
“Dietrich.”
“……”
“Dietrich, I’m calling you.”
“…Yes, Charlotte.”
He finally responded reluctantly, but it was clear he still had no intention of listening to me.
Suddenly, frustration surged through me.
“If you’re not leaving, then I will!”
When I said that out of sheer frustration, Dietrich looked at me.
As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized I was sick of this—of being stuck in this cycle.
I stood up, feeling the need to do something, anything.
I didn’t want to remain trapped in the same miserable emotions as Dietrich.
“You… You really can leave this place?”
Despite having easily seen through my lies before, Dietrich now asked in an uneasy voice as I firmly resolved to go.
“Yes. I can leave. What I said before about finding a way out was true.”
At that, the man who had been calmly mopping the floor froze.
“Charlotte.”
At the sound of him calling my name, I briefly glanced back as I began to climb the stairs.
He had propped the mop against the door and was now slowly approaching me.
“Just so we’re clear, I have absolutely no intention of getting out of here.”
“What?”
“And you’re not leaving either.”
I was stunned for a moment.
…How shameless.
Anger flared up, and I ignored him, continuing up the stairs.
When I came back down a few hours later, I was met with a ridiculous sight.
“…Oh my god.”
Dietrich had gone completely mad.
He had wrapped chains around the two doors, perfectly symmetrical on either side.
And as if that wasn’t enough, he had piled all sorts of furniture in front of the entrance, building a barricade like something out of a zombie movie.
It looked like a desperate attempt to block zombies from breaking in.
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