Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 182
Chapter 182
Translator: Yonnee
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It had been three years since Dietrich left Lindbergh.
Coincidentally, today was the same day he had jumped off the tower of the temple after leaving Lindbergh.
Three years ago, he had experienced excruciating pain when he fell from the tower, feeling his entire body shatter.
Yet, he embraced that pain with a sense of ecstasy.
Finally, he would die.
He believed he would be free from a life that had become empty, as if his heart had been entirely ripped out.
But.
—Sir Dietrich! Stay with us!
—Get the healing priests here! Quickly!
Unfortunately, that day, the temple was filled with healing priests who had gathered nearby for a prayer session to enhance their holy power.
Several of them quickly treated him, and Dietrich survived.
He still could not forget the despair of that moment.
He had jumped to end his life, yet he survived.
So, Dietrich made a resolution.
If he had to live, he would completely destroy everything that had made him unhappy.
He glanced at the loosened bandages on his left arm.
He needed to rewrap them.
When he unwrapped the bandages, the letters engraved there were revealed.
Charlotte
“…Charlotte.”
What could these letters mean?
Even now, three years later, he still hadn’t found the answer.
Not only did he not understand the meaning of the letters, but he also couldn’t remember what had happened at Lindbergh’s mansion.
Whenever he saw this word, an inexplicable desire clawed at the emptiness in his heart.
Unconsciously, Dietrich pressed his lips to the scar where the letters were engraved.
He stared at the letters for a long time before wrapping the bandages around his arm once again.
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The journey from the temple to the Hyden estate took about four days.
What would normally take a week without rest was condensed into four days.
Under usual circumstances, he wouldn’t have pushed himself so hard.
The demon of Lindbergh had been resurrected.
Just hearing that was enough to make him rush there without properly sleeping.
“Ugh, can’t we go a bit slower? Why are you in such a hurry, Commander?”
“I’m going to die at this rate.”
The subordinates who had followed Dietrich’s pace groaned.
Selek and Aubert. The two were Dietrich’s loyal subordinates and members of the ‘Children of the Temple’.
“But this place…”
A knight surveying the Hyden estate furrowed his brow.
The Hyden estate had a dark, gloomy atmosphere.
Most of the residents were emaciated and moved around with pale, ashen faces.
The entire town felt damp and eerie, and many buildings were visibly leaning or dilapidated.
“Welcome, Sir Dietrich. We’ve been expecting you.”
The lord of Hyden greeted him at the castle gates with a bright expression.
The lord of Hyden was young. According to their investigation, five years ago, the previous lord had died, and his son had taken over.
“The rumors have made the residents anxious, but with your presence, Sir Dietrich, I feel a great sense of relief.”
“I’m just doing my duty.”
“There’s no need to be humble, Sir. You must be tired from the long journey, so please come inside and rest. We have prepared a warm meal, and a servant will attend to you shortly.”
Dietrich nodded and entered the castle.
Like the overall atmosphere of the estate, the interior of Hyden’s castle was not particularly bright.
However, unlike the gloomy estate outside, the castle was lavish and well-maintained.
It was clear where the residents’ taxes were going and how they were being used.
A while later.
Dietrich was invited to a dinner.
The table was laden with an abundance of food, and his subordinates, exhausted from the long journey, lit up with excitement.
“How do you find the meal? I hope it’s to your liking.”
The lord of Hyden smiled as he watched the subordinates eagerly devouring the food.
Dietrich, too, slowly picked up his utensils.
Thud.
Soft footsteps, like the rustle of delicate fabric.
“You’ve arrived!”
The lord’s expression lit up more than it had when greeting Dietrich and his men.
Naturally, the eyes of Dietrich and his subordinates turned toward the sound.
Standing there was a woman dressed in a splendid gown, her face veiled.
The only part of her face visible was her red lips.
Dietrich’s gaze fell on two small marks on the woman’s fair neck and the platinum blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.
In that moment, the hand holding Dietrich’s utensil trembled.
He thought of the demon of Lindbergh.
The demon’s corpse that had once been cradled in his arms.
The gentle face, the two small marks on her neck, the radiant platinum hair.
As he realized how closely she resembled that demon, the lord of Hyden spoke proudly, noticing their surprise.
“This is my concubine.”
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