Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Translator: Yonnee
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The room was filled with pastel-toned teddy bears, creating an oddly harmonious juxtaposition with the man in a tattered, bloody suit.
Where am I?
Dietrich wiped the monster’s blood off his hands with a cloth.
Nausea overwhelmed him. Blood was disgusting, as always.
Though it was a monster and he managed to endure somehow, it was still a gruesome struggle as his body felt like it was being gnawed all over.
It always came to this when he held his sword.
‘Stay focused.’
Dietrich said this to himself, pulling his thoughts back from drifting away.
‘What kind of room is this?’
Dietrich had come here seemingly entranced.
—There are pretty things there. I want to have a look.
Perhaps because it was a child’s room, it looked brighter and prettier compared to the rooms he had passed through so far.
However, there was a profoundly unsettling energy inside.
The moment he showed his back, chills ran down his spine. It was the gut feeling that a monster would emerge and devour him whole.
Sure enough, at that moment, a gigantic monster in the form of a teddy bear charged at him with sharp teeth gleaming.
‘It was a trap after all.’
Had he fallen for the woman’s kindness again?
Laughter escaped him out of sheer disappointment.
He looked at the giant teddy bear that had been split in half as if sliced through by a sword. Then, he discovered something inside the teddy bear’s stuffing, a piece of paper.
‘What is this?’
S’s diary?
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Befitting the affluent noble lady, this mansion is formed and fitted with only the most expensive and luxurious things.
However, amongst that noble lady’s belongings, one such item is the ugliest thing there could ever be.
It is the teddy bear held tightly in her small arms.
It was old, its arms hanging loose, and it didn’t seem impressive at all.
But the young lady cherished the teddy bear that her late mother had given her as a gift.
She never parted with it for a moment. Not when eating, not during classes, not even when sleeping.
Today, I witnessed the young lady reviewing her lessons while talking to the teddy bear.
Poor young lady.
People say that she can’t let go of her deceased mother, and that’s why she acts this way.
But why does she look different in my eyes?
Her small back seems to be struggling with an overwhelming sense of loneliness.
Pitiable young lady.
—Excerpt from S’s Diary
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It was an incomprehensible situation, but it didn’t feel right to just dismiss it.
As he carefully examined the room, Dietrich noticed the woman standing nearby, looking dazed.
He did not even notice her presence.
Although taken aback, he calmly called out to the woman.
“What are you doing, standing there blankly?”
Her response was slow. She turned around a beat late.
At that moment, Dietrich couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Flowing golden hair, two dots on her pale, thin neck. A maid’s outfit that didn’t quite suit her.
Everything seemed the same except for one thing.
…Her crimson eyes.
Not blue eyes, but crimson.
“When in the world did you come into the room?”
He asked, observing the woman.
“It’s as if you’ve appeared out of nowhere, just like a ghost.”
“……”
“I don’t know why you came here, but you need to leave. There’s an unsettling presence in this room.”
Although he had a premonition that he shouldn’t look directly into her crimson eyes, his first priority was to get the woman out of here.
While the mansion’s curse or monsters might not attack her, the eerie feeling he had couldn’t be ignored.
“It’s dangerous. So, please leave.”
“……”
“Can’t you hear me? Why are you just…”
“So you’ve even made it to the doll room already. Impressive, aren’t you?”
Dietrich fell silent, clearly sensing a distinctly different atmosphere.
“To be honest, I thought you would die before coming this far.”
“…You.”
The woman’s words, expressing pity for his continued existence, made Dietrich furrow his brows.
“I must have underestimated you.”
In her voice, in her gaze.
Dietrich felt it keenly.
He had suspected that the woman had been treating him as a plaything, but this was what it truly meant to be a plaything.
“Keep surviving well like this in the future.”
The woman smoothly moved as if flowing like water and embraced the pink teddy bear. She gently caressed the doll’s head as if petting a pet, causing the doll within her arms to squirm.
—Kirik, Kigigik, Jikjik…
Laughter that sounded like scraping metal echoed.
Dietrich immediately shifted his gaze to the direction where the sound was coming from—the pink teddy bear that Charlotte was holding.
—Kigigigik, Kigirigigik… Let’s play.
At that moment, the dolls that had adorned the room started to move.
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