Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 173
Chapter 173
Translator: Yonnee
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Crackle, crackle.
In the heart of Lindbergh, the temple knights carried logs and lit the fire, causing small embers to grow into roaring flames.
“Dietrich!”
Elias called out to him.
When he saw Dietrich emerge from the mansion, the usually stern Elias teared up as he approached him.
Dietrich felt a strange sensation.
“Hurry up and throw the demon’s body into the fire!” Elias shouted.
Dietrich looked down at the woman he was holding.
She was so beautiful, it was hard to believe she was a demon.
He stared at her as if entranced.
Her lips were stained with blood, as if she had been sucking it, the crimson spreading around her mouth.
As Dietrich moved, the woman’s limp arms swayed below.
“Dietrich! Hurry up! What if the demon comes back to life?”
“Hahaha! Sir Dietrich is still as soft as ever!”
Strangely, he couldn’t bring himself to move. His grip on the woman tightened.
Finally, he approached the blazing fire.
Everyone awaited the demon’s execution.
“Goodbye!”
“Good riddance! Hope we never see you again!”
Jeers erupted from all around.
Dietrich looked down at the woman again.
The delicate, lifeless figure was hard to see as a demon.
Strangely, he couldn’t remember what had happened in the mansion.
Even though he had been there for months, his memory was hazy.
On his arm was the word ‘Charlotte’.
Charlotte.
What did it mean?
The other knights had told him, saying it was likely amnesia caused by the mansion’s curse.
They suggested he had carved something important to remember before his memories faded.
Charlotte, Charlotte.
He rolled the name on his tongue, trying to pronounce it.
“Sir Dietrich! What are you doing!”
A fellow knight shouted as Dietrich remained still.
“We gave you the honor of burning the demon yourself, and you’re just standing there? If you keep this up, I’ll do it myself!”
Herbion, one of the ‘Children of the Temple’, said teasingly.
“I’ll do it.”
Taking that final step felt excruciating.
He threw the demon into the flames.
Whoosh!
The fierce fire embraced the woman as if welcoming her.
In that moment, Dietrich almost instinctively rushed toward the flames.
‘Why?’
He felt confused.
Had he really been bewitched by a demon?
If anyone discovered it, he might face the same fate—burned at the stake.
“Now, come over here, Sir Dietrich! Let’s toast!”
Cheers erupted again from all directions.
As he listened, the sound made him feel as though he would die again.
No, this time, it was a different urge.
He wanted to kill everyone here.
* * *
“Sir Dietrich, what a sight!”
Returning to the center of the capital, to the Grand Temple of Carlino, gasps of admiration echoed around him.
“Sir Dietrich! You made it back safely!”
“We heard the news! You vanquished the demon of Lindbergh?”
“Incredible, Sir Dietrich!”
Praises came from all directions.
In the heart of the capital, boys selling special editions of newspapers shouted about the cursed mansion in Lindbergh.
For ordinary people, tales of ghost towns, cursed mansions, and demons were deeply captivating, and they solidified Dietrich’s status.
“Sir Dietrich, come over and tell us. What happened inside that mansion?”
Many nobles were eager to hear his story.
They had donated large sums to the temple and came specifically to seek out Dietrich.
But Dietrich had nothing to say to them.
“Sir Dietrich, did you get injured fighting the demon? Your left arm is heavily bandaged.”
A noble pointed at Dietrich’s bandaged arm, his tone curious.
Underneath was where the word ‘Charlotte’ had been carved with a dagger.
It was a name, etched as a scar on his body, and covering it seemed to be the only way to avoid questions from those who would find it strange.
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