Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 175

Chapter 175

Translator: Yonnee

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[ Cha, Char, Charlotte… as, assi, assimila…tes… ]

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After that day, I visited his cabin time and time again.

It wasn’t easy to sneak away from my attendants. They were reluctant to leave my side.

But when I handed them expensive trinkets or gold coins, they hesitated for a while before finally stepping away.

After repeating this a few times, it became almost like a routine.

At first, visiting his cabin was a bit shocking, but after going there repeatedly, I became used to it, and it started to feel comfortable.

Before I knew it, my belongings had started to accumulate there.

When I told him that my father had burned all my art supplies, Dietrich had brought some to his cabin.

I painted there.

It had been so long since I last drew that my hands felt stiff. The resulting paintings were nothing to be proud of, but he liked them.

After losing my tutor, a painter who had taught me long ago, and never having another teacher since, my skills were still lacking.

One day, I felt the urge to paint Dietrich.

He willingly became my muse, and I drew him freely.

He never once disregarded my actions.

He always treated me with respect and care.

But it wasn’t always peaceful.

For some reason, there were moments when I found myself getting angry at him.

Yet, once the anger subsided, I couldn’t even remember why I had been upset.

Even so, whenever I lashed out, he never once got angry in return.

Instead, he would lower himself and quietly look at me.

Dietrich held a higher social rank than I did. I couldn’t understand why he acted as if he were beneath me.

Every relationship had a hierarchy, and based on my experiences, it was natural that he should be above me.

Back then, I became intoxicated by that strange feeling.

Men of high status were all accustomed to looking down on others.

I was crushed under my father’s thumb and even trampled by Johannes, who was related by blood.

Perhaps that’s why the sensation of controlling a man of higher status felt so exhilarating.

It was as if I was rebelling against this ridiculous society.

Dietrich loved me.

And that became a new form of power.

Suddenly, I had a thought.

I liked Dietrich.

He loved me.

Then, there should be no problem moving quickly toward marriage, right?

I wanted to escape from my father and Johannes, and Dietrich longed for my love.

It was a perfect match of mutual interests, wasn’t it?

I had secured the perfect man, and I wanted to boast about it to the entire world.

I thought it would be nice if he proposed to me at a grand party, where many people would be gathered.

But there was one issue.

Dietrich had not yet revealed his true identity to me.

He didn’t know that I had once seen him dressed in the gold-embroidered robes of authority, surrounded by people.

Wasn’t it about time he told me?

I wanted us to disclose our identities and continue our relationship openly.

Though his humble cabin had become comfortable for me, it felt like a clandestine affair.

Finally, I decided to bring it up.

It happened when we were lying side by side in bed.

“Truthfully, I already know,” I started.

Dietrich looked at me as if asking what I meant.

“I’ve seen you before, Dietrich.”

“…Not at the weapons shop?”

“Yes. Somewhere else.”

For some reason, his eyes lit up with anticipation.

“A few weeks before I visited the weapons shop.”

A slight hint of disappointment flickered in his eyes, but he continued to listen to me.

I explained the scene I had witnessed back then.

The golden robe, the entourage following him.

I waited eagerly for him to reveal his true identity.

But oddly, Dietrich’s expression stiffened.

“Dietrich?”

“Charlotte, that was…”

The perfect facade I had fallen in love with shattered that day.

Back then, Dietrich had been a promising paladin of the temple. But now, for reasons unknown, he had been dismissed.

There was no greater sin than being cast out by the temple.

I had no faith in their religion, but it was a social catastrophe.

I had been deluding myself, approaching him, loving him all on my own.

So when I learned the truth, there was no reason to feel betrayed. Dietrich wasn’t to blame.

Yet, I was furious.

If he had been someone like this, I would have never approached him.

What I wanted was the power to crush my father and free myself from him.

Dietrich could not provide any of the things I needed.

He was perfect in every way except for his status, and that was why I was so angry.

Why did it have to be you?

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