Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 183

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Chapter 183

Translator: Yonnee

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Dietrich couldn’t take his eyes off the platinum-haired woman, her face veiled in black lace.

So when he heard the lord’s words, he gripped his utensils tightly.

“…Concubine, you say.”

“Yes. My concubine. Emily, come and sit down.”

The woman, introduced as Emily, gracefully curtsied towards them, and quietly moved to take her seat.

Coincidentally, she sat right next to Dietrich.

As soon as she took her place beside him, a fresh, sweet scent, almost like fruit, wafted through the air.

When Dietrich glanced at her, the woman’s red lips curved into a slight smile, as if asking for understanding.

She then averted her gaze from him, picked up her utensils, and began cutting her steak.

Dietrich, too, slowly followed suit, cutting his own steak.

His steak was fully cooked, with no trace of blood.

But from the steak of the woman sitting next to him, blood was steadily dripping.

She lifted a piece of the bloody steak with her fork and placed it in her mouth.

“Emily is a special girl.”

The lord of Hyden was someone who loved to boast about his possessions.

The luxurious castle, the concubine before them—both were subjects of his pride.

“I found Emily wandering the streets back then. That day, there was a heavy snowfall, and it was terribly cold. Emily was buried in the snow, on the brink of death, and she looked so pitiful that I took her in myself.”

He claimed he took her in out of pity and made her his concubine. But was that truly what Emily wanted?

‘Ridiculous.’

Dietrich’s knights quietly thought to themselves.

“It turned out that Emily was an orphan. She didn’t even have a proper name. So I gave her the name ‘Emily.’“

“……”

“When I named her, Emily was very grateful to me. She’s a good girl, knows how to be thankful.”

“…But why does Miss Emily cover her face?”

Selek, who had been quietly curious about her beauty even with her face covered, finally asked.

The lord chuckled in response.

“Emily didn’t always wear a veil. There was an unfortunate incident once.”

“An unfortunate incident?”

“Emily is very beautiful. Not just beautiful, but extremely stunning. Because of that, there were quite a few people who wanted to touch her, even just once. Some even lost their minds and tried sneaking into her room in the dead of night.”

“……”

“So I told her to cover her face.”

The lord beamed with satisfaction as he boasted about Emily’s beauty.

The conversation continued for quite a while, mostly centered around his concubine.

Emily, the subject of it all, calmly cut her bleeding steak and quietly said,

“I am always grateful for the lord’s kindness.”

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Even before the meal had ended, Emily was the first to leave.

She wavered slightly, as if fatigued, and excused herself.

“Emily’s health has always been fragile,” the lord added.

After the meal finally concluded, Selek and Aubert couldn’t stop talking about Emily.

“Wow, she’s really beautiful. We couldn’t see her face, but she must be an incredible beauty.”

“Why is a lady like that with someone like him…”

The two knights muttered in a tone of pity, and Dietrich felt unsettled.

Perhaps it was the late hour, but thoughts of Emily lingered in his mind, refusing to fade.

He was on his way back to his room, intending to get some sleep before exploring the Hyden estate early the next morning. But then, he happened to glance out the window.

There, below the castle, he saw the platinum-haired woman moving hurriedly.

She was the woman who had left early, claiming to be unwell.

Sensing something was amiss, Dietrich immediately grabbed a silver candelabra and descended to the castle wall, but there was no one there.

Instead, he found small footprints in the damp soil.

As if entranced, he followed the trail of footprints.

After walking for a while, a gust of wind blew out the candle’s flame.

But just before the light disappeared, Dietrich had already caught sight of a faintly glowing figure.

“…Miss Emily.”

Dietrich’s gaze wavered.

And no wonder—

“That blood… what on earth…?”

Her appearance was incomprehensible.