Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 195

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Chapter 195

Translator: Yonnee

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The story begins two and a half years ago.

The first six months after leaving Lindbergh’s mansion were spent adjusting to the outside world.

Though Lord Hyden restricted my freedom, I still managed to gather plenty of information due to the large number of people working in the castle.

I learned that in this era, anyone—woman, man, child, or elderly—could easily be captured and sold if they were unlucky.

That’s when it dawned on me.

Leaving this place rashly would never bring me to Dietrich.

I had maids around me who enjoyed chattering, often sharing rumors and details. I used the opportunity to ask about the temple and its members, piecing together Dietrich’s identity.

He was far greater than I’d imagined.

He was revered as a hero of this age.

The thought suddenly struck me.

There was an enormous difference between us.

Even Lord Hyden couldn’t easily meet with Dietrich, so if I left the castle, any chance of seeing him would slip away entirely.

And even if I managed to get out, I had no status, no connections. Surviving would be difficult.

So, I pondered my options daily.

Then, one day, I fell gravely ill.

I spent days bedridden, and although the lord summoned the best doctors in the estate, they couldn’t help me.

That’s when the system window appeared.

[ Hidden Condition – 2 –

Charlotte, maid of Lindbergh’s mansion, must offer a ‘sacrifice’.

You are a being tied to the mansion. The moment you left, your strength began to wane. If you do not offer a sacrifice soon, ??? will occur.

Additionally, the sacrifices you offer will eventually aid ???.

You must now regularly provide sacrifices.

Required Sacrifices: 0/??? ]

…A strange message had appeared.

I didn’t act immediately, unable to fully grasp what the system was asking.

I had a hunch about the word ‘sacrifice’, but could it really mean offering up someone’s life?

Days passed as I wrestled with the decision, and then the unexpected happened.

My vision suddenly darkened, and when I regained consciousness, a maid lay dead beneath me.

[ Required Sacrifices: 1/??? ]

Only then did I understand.

The system was compelling me to kill.

Thinking back, the system once told me that Dietrich was the 98th soul to enter Lindbergh’s mansion.

Since no new souls were entering the mansion, was it asking me to gather them from outside?

It was still difficult to grasp the system’s intent.

But one thing was clear.

There was now more than one task I had to accomplish.

I had to offer sacrifices.

But how?

The lord looked at me with disgust after the murder I had committed, yet he wouldn’t release me, as if unable to part with a once-beloved possession.

I needed to find a way to survive.

Around that time, a new situation arose.

The lord’s business failed spectacularly, and he, who had always ignored the church, suddenly clung to faith.

Watching him, an idea came to me.

I began planning what would become the start of everything.

The lord was surrounded by sycophants, easily swayed by sweet whispers.

The most laughable instance was when he once made a talisman out of cow dung.

Watching his foolishness, I decided to become one of his sycophants myself.

I whispered into his ear.

You need to make sacrifices, that wicked forces are infesting the estate and bringing you ruin, my lord.

From that day on, he began capturing criminals as offerings.

When he grew frustrated that things weren’t improving, I told him it was because there weren’t enough sacrifices.

When there were celebrations within the castle, I told him it was thanks to the sacrifices we had made.

Soon, he offered sacrifices almost weekly, at the very least monthly.

[ Required Sacrifices: 41/??? ]

Sometimes, I instructed that bodies be dumped outside the castle.

Then, I told him to summon shamans.

I spread rumors that the demon of Lindbergh had returned.

When the lord asked why such ominous rumors were necessary, I explained that, surely, he’d want to offer something holy and significant as a sacrifice at least once.

If I couldn’t meet Dietrich, luring him in seemed like the next best option.