Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 193
Chapter 193
Translator: Yonnee
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“Miss Emily had gone missing.”
A knight from the estate reported to Dietrich, marking the start of the incident.
“After visiting the church, Miss Emily disappeared. In our urgent search, we discovered that you had also visited the church, Sir Dietrich. We request your cooperation.”
Emily, who had coldly rejected him just a few hours prior, had vanished without a trace. She wasn’t someone who would leave like that.
Although he was taken aback, his primary concern was her safety, clouding his rationality with worry that something terrible might have happened to her.
That night, the entire estate’s personnel were mobilized to search for Emily.
The pitch-black streets turned crimson under the glow of torches burning through the night.
Voices calling her name echoed loudly, as if announcing her disappearance to the whole world.
And by the following day—
A body dressed in a nun’s habit was found washed up by the riverbank, discovered beneath a bridge.
The face was damaged beyond recognition, but the only blonde nun in Hyden was Emily.
The lord, visibly shaken, looked horrified at the sight of what appeared to be Emily’s corpse.
“Emily is dead! She’s dead!”
The lord pointed accusingly at Dietrich, shouting.
“Sir Dietrich! What were you doing while this murder reached Emily?”
Although he had ignored all the other unsettling incidents in the village, he was now blaming everything on Dietrich.
Irresponsible and cowardly.
Then, as the lord once again cried out his concubine’s name, Dietrich was struck with a haunting memory that blurred his senses for a moment.
Three years ago—the day he had slain Lindbergh’s demon with his own hands, and the subsequent leap from the tower.
He had been hailed as the hero who killed the demon, yet he had loved that demon.
To the point that the realization of never being able to reach her again had led to his own self-destruction.
And now, the horrific feelings from that time were creeping through him once more, threatening to consume him.
He and Emily shared no bond.
She wasn’t someone he loved.
But still, his breath felt scorched.
With a cold gaze, Dietrich looked down at the lord and spoke.
“That body is not Miss Emily.”
“What are you talking about?”
The lead investigator asked, surprised by Dietrich’s firm declaration.
“Look closely. Emily’s hair is lighter than that. The color doesn’t match at all.”
“…Is that so?”
“Moreover, Miss Emily has two marks on her neck. But this corpse has none.”
“……!”
The search party’s knight looked at Dietrich in astonishment.
Dietrich stared at the lord, then shifted his gaze back to the body.
One thing was strange. If Emily was the only blonde nun in this estate, then someone must have intentionally staged this body to impersonate her.
But who? And why?
“Since you’re so curious, I’ll tell you the reason. I have something I need to accomplish. And for that, I need someone foolish and greedy, not someone as clever as you.”
An unsettling feeling stirred within him.
Emily, who butchered animals with her own two hands. Emily, the nun. Emily, who was said to suffer from madness. Emily, who had now vanished.
Gripped by a creeping sense of dread, Dietrich clenched his fists.
Then, the lord, clutching the body and crying, suddenly yelled.
“How… How do you know that?! Were you… Were you leering at her?!”
“I’d suggest refraining from such absurd accusations, Your Lordship.”
Among the ‘children of the temple’, observation was a survival skill, as they never knew when or where they might be attacked.
Still, the lord’s crude suggestion had him wondering if he had indeed looked at her that way—if he had looked at her with something unseemly, trying to recall her silhouette, as if yearning for something inexplicably dear.
“And Your Lordship, there is a shared characteristic among the disappearances and murders that have occurred in this estate.”
“And… what might that be?”
“They were all criminals. Which means that Miss Emily…”
At that moment, the lord’s expression hardened, as if something had struck him.
“…Your Lordship?”
“C-Continue, Sir Dietrich.”
The lord forced himself to appear calm, desperately trying to maintain composure.
“…Has anything happened to Miss Emily?”
“Ahem. No, nothing at all.”
There was clearly something he wasn’t saying.
Dietrich spoke with forced calm.
“Being truthful will aid the investigation.”
“……”
“Your Lordship.”
Dietrich spoke with a menacing undertone, pressing the lord, yet he remained tight-lipped.
“Emily is a special girl.”
All he muttered was some strange nonsense.
“She’s special.”
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