Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 174
Chapter 174
Translator: Yonnee
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“Dietrich.”
Among the many who called out his name, the High Priest was no different.
“Tell me everything that happened there, without leaving anything out.”
“I do not remember.”
“Do you really think you can get away with such a flimsy excuse…”
“I told you, I don’t remember.”
The High Priest, who had summoned Dietrich partly to warn him because his influence had grown immensely upon his return, was silenced by Dietrich’s formidable presence.
But to the High Priest, Dietrich was still a child he had kept kneeling since his youth. He knew how to handle him.
Though briefly overwhelmed, the High Priest quickly regained his composure.
“Tsk. If you cooperate, I was going to tell you how your fallen comrades’ families have been faring.”
Dietrich had always lost his composure at this, but this time, his expression remained unchanged.
As if he didn’t care what happened to them.
‘That’ Dietrich?
“I’m sure they’re doing just fine on their own.”
“I heard they squandered all their war compensation on gambling, and you still think that?”
“……”
“Dietrich, if you cooperate, perhaps we could arrange for them to receive compensation again.”
When threats didn’t work, the High Priest switched to a conciliatory tone. It was rare for him to try to persuade Dietrich, as his words had always been enough to make him obedient.
“That won’t be necessary.”
“…What did you say?”
“The money they received was spent as they chose.”
Dietrich had changed.
What on earth had happened in that cursed mansion?
“If you’re finished, I’ll take my leave now.”
“Wait, we’re not done yet—”
But Dietrich didn’t stay to hear the High Priest finish. He left the room, unbothered by the angry shouts calling his name from behind.
Nothing mattered to him anymore.
Even if the world were to end right now.
He had pierced the heart of a demon.
But it felt as if the one whose heart had been pierced was himself.
Dietrich wandered aimlessly, the scar hidden beneath his bandage throbbing.
He just kept walking, as if there might be something out there that could fill the emptiness in his heart.
Then, across the hallway, a glimpse of golden hair caught his eye.
In that moment, Dietrich broke into a run.
“Sir Dietrich!”
“Sir Dietrich, news—”
People recognized him and tried to get his attention, but he ignored them and kept running.
He was drawn to that intense sight.
But when he arrived, the golden hair that had captured his gaze was nowhere to be seen.
A woman with golden hair in a pale pink dress looked at him with a flushed face.
“Do you… have business with me, sir knight?”
“……”
Dietrich turned away without a word. The woman, startled, called out his name again, but he continued walking aimlessly.
Suddenly, Dietrich’s eyes caught sight of the tower of the old castle.
He thought that maybe if he climbed to the top and looked down, he might find what he was searching for.
The man climbed the tower, his heart swelling with hope.
But when he reached the top and saw the world spread out below him, despair filled him.
In this vast world, the unknown thing he longed for was nowhere to be found.
—Dietrich.
Something was on the verge of coming to him, but he couldn’t remember.
Please, please.
He pressed his fingers against the moss-covered wall, pleading.
Blood oozed from his fingertips, but he clung on more desperately.
—I love you.
In that moment, the face of the demon he had burned in Lindbergh came to mind.
Everyone had called her a demon, but she had been a gentle soul who had lain eternally still in his arms.
Dietrich covered his mouth.
He thought he finally understood this unbearable pain.
He must have gone mad.
He had fallen in love at the sight of a demon, a corpse.
“Haha…”
And he had been the one to pierce her heart and kill her.
This was madness.
Dietrich placed his hand on the window.
After laughing and crying there for a long time, without hesitation, he leapt out.
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