Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Translator: Yonnee
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“But you should also know their purpose, right? The apple is for you to eat, and the needle and thread are for sewing torn clothes.”
“Are you implying you brought them for me?”
I looked around Dietrich’s shoulders.
The hems had burst, leaving long tears at the fabric. It was obvious that this was the work of the monsters.
“You probably don’t want to wear rags.”
“…Rags?”
At the mention of his clothing, the tips of Dietrich’s ears went red.
“If you’re busy, I won’t disturb you. The apple is for you to eat when you’re hungry, and I’ll be here quietly sewing your outerwear while you read.”
I approached him carefully and reached out towards his outerwear.
However, before it could even touch my hand, he quickly lifted it up from its perch.
Taking my outerwear and the basket containing the needle and thread with him, Dietrich stepped away.
“Why are you sewing my clothes? I can do it.”
“Then, will you sew it yourself?”
“Yes. I will sew it myself.”
With that, he casually picked up the apple.
“A bite?”
“Well, there’s a bit of a story there. If you don’t like it, you can cut away that part and eat.”
“……”
Ah, I should have brought a different apple.
“It’s a small bite.”
Dietrich closely examined the apple.
“Is it that small creature?”
Was he talking about the little furball?
“Yep, that little one brought this apple.”
“…Did you raise it?”
“No? I met him for the first time yesterday.”
“You met it for the first time in this mansion?”
Dietrich asked in an odd or curious tone.
‘I don’t know everything either.’
After I became Charlotte, I just didn’t do much.
In the beginning, I explored the mansion a few times, but I got bored quickly.
Wandering around the room all day didn’t really give me much to achieve or learn.
That’s when Dietrich looked at the apple and then put it down.
Perhaps he didn’t like the apple with the bite either.
“But… If it’s only to mend my clothes, why did you bring so much thread?”
Dietrich looked at the basket filled with thread in disbelief.
“One needle should be enough, too… Do you plan to sew so much?”
I brought several needles as well.
“Well, having more isn’t a bad thing.”
“There’s no need for this much.”
They might all come in handy eventually.
“Now, you have nothing else to do here, right?”
“…Is that so?”
It was basically a sign to leave.
I didn’t want to stick around for long either. Since I’ve already conveyed what I needed to say, it should be fine to go now.
“I’ll be going then.”
“…Wait.”
That’s why I turned away without any attachment, but Dietrich grabbed my shoulder.
“Why are you trapped here?”
“……”
“Before you were trapped here… what were you doing? How did you live?”
The moment I heard those words, it felt like a stinging sensation hit my head.
I grew up without anything lacking.
A patriarchal father and an indifferent stepmother.
And the stepmother’s children.
We weren’t exactly a warm family, but we managed to coexist without too much conflict.
The biggest source of conflict was actually my father.
To him, I was always the troublesome daughter. However, instead of showing it, he just discarded my belongings.
—Father, did you throw away my drawings?
—Search for it carefully. Why do you create such a fuss over things you lost on your own?
—I kept it in my room!
—Who exactly are you yelling at now?! You headstrong little girl…!
—But why did you throw it away? It’s not like you haven’t thrown away my things a few times before, right? Why do you throw them away? Why!
Hmm, we did have our moments of raised voices, now that I think about it.
In retrospect, those were quite unnecessary emotions.
—Didn’t I say that I’ll allow you to draw as long as I got a certain score on the test this time? Think for yourself if you did well.
—…But how could you think of throwing away my things? I’m doing my best, too. I stay up all night studying, I couldn’t even play during break time, I always memorized my required vocabulary… I did my best! I did everything!
—Is this what your best looks like? It didn’t seem like it. You were just getting distracted by all that drawing.
Why did he get so worked up about my art.
It would have been easier to just live obediently.
“Didn’t you have something to do before coming here?”
Why was Dietrich suddenly asking this?
In the game, he was never really curious about Charlotte anyway.
“It has nothing to do with you.”
I retorted without thinking.
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