Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 38
I gently placed Furball on the ground.
“You should go somewhere else.”
Furball clung to my leg as if refusing.
“No. Bad boy.”
And as though he was saying that he was indeed a bad child, Furball clung even tighter.
Well, there’s no helping it.
I pushed the reluctant Furball into another room.
In truth, there’s no guarantee of his safety there either.
But what’s certain was that a monstrous firepower would burn down the entire first floor hall.
If he’s lucky, that place might be safe.
Furball resisted, trying to get out. I heard it scratching at the door.
“It’s for your own good. It’s dangerous. Stay there for just a little while.”
He’s really not listening.
Shutting the door tightly behind me, I could still hear Furball’s scratching at the door as he plead to be let out.
I sighed and went back to the first floor hall where Dietrich was.
As I approached, there was a cracking sound. A silver flash left a round trace on the ground.
The broken wooden floor scattered like ashes in the fire.
Dietrich, clenching his teeth, leaped at the giant teddy bear with an attack.
The stuffed animal’s fist penetrated the ground as Dietrich agilely evaded it, then he stepped on the bear’s arm and leaped up.
He cut the doll’s head in half.
Torn, the stuffed animal’s head spewed out white fluff.
However, the torn part of the teddy bear’s body moved like fins, wiggling around, and soon it was sewn back together.
After trying to stab the doll a few more times, Dietrich realized it was a futile effort and stepped back.
The doll laughed at Dietrich as he retreated.
But Dietrich didn’t give up and charged again.
Like a bird in flight, he changed the trajectory of his sword and slashed the doll’s neck.
The doll’s mocking expression froze.
The stuffed toy’s head fell off.
Though the torn stuffing seemed to be regenerating, Dietrich immediately grabbed the teddy bear’s ear and dragged it in front of the fireplace.
The fallen teddy bear’s body abruptly stood up and charged toward Dietrich.
As if annoyed, Dietrich looked at the doll, lowered his head, and moved quickly.
In an instant, the startled teddy bear turned around as Dietrich moved behind it.
In that moment, as the doll twisted its body, it tripped and fell, and with a swift motion, Dietrich kicked it.
Its body, not far from being airborne, was impaled on the fireplace.
A silent scream filled the air as the doll writhed in pain.
Dietrich wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and picked up the fallen doll’s head nearby.
—Kiiiek! Kiii, kiiiek!
The doll screamed in agony.
Then, as if waiting for Dietrich, the small teddy bears that had invited him to the Doll Café rushed in, carrying buckets.
They hurriedly ran towards the fireplace.
The flames that were consuming the giant teddy bear’s body were extinguished in an instant.
The giant doll’s head, still firmly in Dietrich’s grip, sneered at him.
It seemed Dietrich had expected such a situation while waiting for the duel here.
Now, what would happen to Dietrich?
‘Should I help him?’
I watched on while cradling my chin on both hands as I sat, but he appeared unfazed, with no signs of needing assistance.
Dietrich placed the teddy bear’s head back on its body and then headed somewhere.
He brought an empty bucket he had prepared before the duel began.
He calmly poured the contents of the bucket onto the bear’s head.
The stuffed animal looked up at Dietrich with a confused expression.
“I expected that much.”
With those words, Dietrich kindly explained.
As he poured the contents of the bucket onto the teddy bear’s head, a sour smell filled the air.
Dietrich threw the sword he had been holding like a spear.
The flying sword severed the cord holding the chandelier in place.
The chandelier’s descent was swift.
The moment the support was gone, it crashed into a bucket of kerosene, causing a fiery eruption.
—Kieeeek! Kiee, kieeeek!
The gigantic stuffed toy screamed in agony.
Ah, I see. The fireplace was a decoy, and the real trap was the chandelier.
But my admiration was short-lived.
The teddy bear still wouldn’t die.
It was only natural. The condition to win this duel was not just any fire, but specifically the ‘fire in the fireplace’.
However, the doll wouldn’t be able to move easily, considering its weakness to fire.
‘It’s like a campfire.’
Using the doll’s head and the shattered chandelier as kindling, the flames roared even higher.
Realizing this, Dietrich took advantage of the teddy bear’s immobility and hurriedly piled up more firewood onto his masterpiece.
It seemed like he was attempting to ignite the fire even more while the bear was still immobilized.
The boss battle ended more easily than I thought.
…Or so I thought.
Until the system window appeared before my eyes.
[ Charlotte’s Task ]
The First Floor Administrator is under threat!
Charlotte, maid of the mansion. You must stop ‘Dietrich’ by bewitching him to save the First Floor Administrator.
Reward upon mission success: you will be one step closer to ‘Charlotte’s Authority’.
Will you accept this mission?
※ Refusal shall incur penalties.
[ Yes / No ]
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