Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 191

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Chapter 191

Translator: Yonnee

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Dietrich was in shock as Emily’s hands tightened around his neck. For a moment, he couldn’t bring himself to respond, frozen by surprise and a strange hesitance.

“Em…ily…”

Something was wrong with her. Her face was hidden by the veil, so he couldn’t read her expression, but she looked vacant, lacking awareness.

Even as his breath grew tight, he hesitated to resist for fear of hurting her.

He cautiously grasped her arms, but his hands trembled at the thought of accidentally breaking her delicate limbs.

Just then—

“Oh my heavens! What on earth!”

An elderly nun, evidently cleaning and now shocked by the scene, shouted upon witnessing them. She raised the broom she was holding, as if to strike Emily, but Dietrich instinctively lifted his arm to block her.

The nun’s face contorted in anger.

“Get away from Sister Emily! Right now!”

He had a sinking feeling that if he moved away from Emily, the nun would do something drastic.

Still unsure of how to proceed, he felt Emily’s hands suddenly loosen from his neck. Her body swayed, then collapsed into his arms.

Startled, Dietrich held her, while the nun sighed in relief.

“…Brother, I think we need to talk for a moment.”

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Dietrich carefully lifted Emily, who had fainted. The nun looked at her with sympathy.

Emily’s body was damp with sweat, as though she’d been caught in a terrible nightmare.

“So… you’re saying Sister Emily suffers from some kind of madness?”

Dietrich struggled to believe what he’d just heard from the nun.

“Yes. That’s why the lord arranged for her to perform her duties here at the church. He believed that by being here, her condition would somehow be purified.”

“……”

“But in my opinion, it’s not madness. It seems to be more of a mental affliction.”

The nun’s tone was filled with genuine concern for Emily.

“When she first came here, I judged her hastily, thinking only of her as the lord’s concubine instead of seeing her as she truly was.”

“……”

“But Sister Emily is truly a kind soul. It’s tragic.”

The nun’s words made Dietrich’s mind even more conflicted.

Emily had seemed strange to him over the past few days, but now he felt a pang of pity for her as well.

“…So you bound her like that?”

“I had no other choice. She started attacking people at random. What else could I do?”

“But still…”

“It was Sister Emily’s own request. She wanted it.”

“……”

With that, the nun rose from her seat, giving Dietrich a pleading look.

“I need to prepare for the afternoon prayer. And… I beg you to keep this matter private. For Sister Emily’s sake.”

“…Of course.”

“It’s a lot to ask, but could you escort Sister Emily back to the lord’s manor?”

The nun seemed reluctant to leave Emily behind. Dietrich nodded and watched her leave.

“Madness…”

He murmured to himself, processing what he had just heard.

An unfortunate woman. But a woman who stubbornly refused to leave the lord’s side.

That thought made him grit his teeth in frustration.

He couldn’t just take her away against her will.

“Mmm…”

At that moment, her eyelids fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

As she came to, she looked at Dietrich with a dazed expression, then recoiled in surprise, pulling back in confusion.

He steadied her gently to keep her from falling.

“Dietrich…?” she said, sounding startled, addressing him simply by his name.

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[ Hidden Condition – 2 –

Charlotte, maid of Lindbergh’s mansion, must… ]

It was just a long nightmare.

And now, waking up to find myself in Dietrich’s arms left me feeling disoriented.

“What… are you doing here, Sir Dietrich?”

“We’re at the church, are we not? Shouldn’t you be calling me ‘Brother’?”

What was he talking about?

“This is no time for jokes. I’m surprised you’re still in the estate—I thought the lord would’ve thrown you out by now.”

“Fortunately, not yet.”

With the rising power of the church, priests held more respect than even nobles.

And among the paladins revered by the church, Dietrich was held in the highest regard. There was no way the lord would dare to expel a paladin sent by the Pope himself.

…She knew that, but the words slipped out anyway.

“Sister Emily—no, Emily. Let me ask you again. Will you come back to the capital with me?”