Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 171
Chapter 171
Translator: Yonnee
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Bang! Bang! BANG!
The door shook as if it were about to break, and each time, Charlotte groaned, clutching her chest.
Dietrich swallowed his anguish, knowing there was nothing he could do to help.
“Stop crying… please.”
Charlotte’s words came out in gasps, as if she couldn’t bear to see him cry. Dietrich wanted to compose himself, to appear more presentable for her sake, but the more he tried to rein in his emotions, the more entangled they became.
His breathing grew heavier than before.
She watched him silently, pressing her hand against her chest.
“I have something to tell you, Dietrich.”
Charlotte lifted a slender arm and gently wiped away the tears clinging to his cheeks.
Dietrich listened closely to her words.
Her blue eyes were so beautiful. He loved her eyes. He wished to have them for himself.
So, he caressed her cheek. Every sensation that touched his hand felt precious.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to die.”
Charlotte tried to reassure him, but Dietrich felt as if the warmth in his hands would soon disappear.
When he thought about it, he realized he was familiar with this kind of feeling.
As a child, he had felt the same way when his mother abandoned him.
She had spoken only kind words to him, hiding the fact that he was about to be left behind.
But sometimes, you can sense the truth even if no one tells you.
This was one of those times.
Finally, Charlotte put into words the terror that had been gnawing at the back of Dietrich’s mind, giving it a name.
“Dietrich, once I leave through that door, you are going to kill me.”
The horrible words that escaped her lips made Dietrich’s eyes widen.
That could never happen.
How could she, of all people, dare to say something like that?
She knew. She knew just how deeply he loved her, how he was willing to give up everything for her.
How could she say something like this to him?
“Charlotte, what are you saying…?”
He wanted to believe he had misheard.
He was weak.
When he entered this place, he encountered a monster and hallucinated. When he reached the third floor, he was manipulated by the undead, his memories altered.
He was so weak that he was always seeing and hearing things that weren’t there. This had to be the same. It must be.
His mind was so foolishly fragile that it had now brought him to the point of imagining that the woman he loved was saying these strange things.
As this realization hit him, Dietrich smiled brightly.
He was relieved. So relieved.
But soon, he lowered his head, desperately holding onto her hand and burying his face against it.
He could hardly breathe.
Charlotte was the one in pain, yet it felt like he was the one dying.
Charlotte drove the final nail into the coffin for the suffering Dietrich.
“Kill me.”
“Charlotte, please don’t say things like that…”
At that moment, Dietrich sensed a strange power coursing through his body.
It felt similar to the force Charlotte had used to entrance him before… but no, this was much stronger.
No… it couldn’t be.
It felt like his hands were no longer his own.
Dietrich clenched and unclenched his stiffening hands, over and over.
He was terrified that his movements would cease.
Still oblivious to what was coming, the man could sense a lurking terror.
It was like crawling through a narrow passage on the battlefield, never knowing when the enemy might spot him.
It was so dark, and he couldn’t see an inch in front of him. Just one step, and he would be caught by the enemy’s grasp.
Then Charlotte stroked his cheek, as if urging him to focus.
“Even if I die, don’t shed a single tear.”
“……”
He shook his head violently. He had already cried openly, yet now he was pretending he hadn’t.
The approaching fear had made him do this.
“I… I wasn’t crying.”
She disliked seeing him cry. So he had to smile, no matter what.
“Right. Don’t cry, just like now.”
Dietrich forced his lips into a smile.
She hated it when he cried.
If he did something she disliked, she might abandon him, just like when he was a child.
The boy who had been abandoned by his mother had wandered the streets for a long time.
Each day, he scavenged for scraps of food and watched other children starve to death, swearing to himself that he would never end up like that.
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Maham.b
Nooo!! Don’t give another trauma to my man
baboonalism
idk how Charlotte is going to survive this since she’s going out of the mansion and with the mansion’s powers weakened by the sorcerers, maybe she herself is a demon or something so she can’t die?