Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 62

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Chapter 62

Translator: Yonnee

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After reading the diary, I turned my head to the side.

A dust-covered white curtain clung to the wall, hiding something.

Dietrich immediately approached to draw the curtain aside but then stopped abruptly at what he saw.

“…This.”

I took over from Dietrich and pulled the curtain away entirely.

And as I slowly scanned the painting hidden behind it, I laughed.

“A sparkling painting, huh… It’s truly grotesque.”

The subjects of the painting depicted here…

Were us.

Dietrich wandering around the room, Felix and Hesta seemingly in conversation, and Erik.

Everyone was captured except for me.

As if someone had been watching us.

“It’s not sparkling at all though.”

I removed the painting at the front to view the others.

[ Charlotte’s Task ]

Dietrich has too easily reached the second diary.

I’ve been wondering why this vengeful thing hadn’t appeared until now.

I was already so sick and tired of this system window, which resurfaced and made itself known once more.

I looked at Dietrich.

“Your eyes again…”

“……”

Just when our relationship seemed to be improving, it’s going to get twisted again.

If I had to guess the system’s intent, it seemed wrong to get along with Dietrich.

Charlotte, maid of this mansion.

This place is very precious to the ‘lady’.
Punish those who have intruded.
Prevent Dietrich from leaving this room until he is afflicted with a ‘poisoned’ status effect.

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 ]

If we stay in this room, Dietrich would be poisoned by poisonous gas.

‘He won’t die, but he’ll hallucinate.’

Like a madman.

[ Steel Mentality is being implemented. ]

I thought hard, but I couldn’t figure out any plan that might overturn this.

“What’s wrong?”

Dietrich, sensing something ominous, asked again.

“Your eyes are different again.”

“…Is that so?”

“Come to think of it, every time your eyes turn red…”

Dietrich murmured as if he had realized something.

“You always become strange.”

“……”

“Are you planning to do something to me now?”

Strangely, a bright smile appeared on Dietrich’s lips as he asked.

It was a beautiful smile I hadn’t seen before.

I was dumbfounded by that smile.

Why was he smiling?

[ Will you accept this mission? ]

[ Yes / No ]

The system window was still blinking as if urging me.

Just one press of a finger would make Dietrich suffer from the gas, but why was he making that face?

Unable to hide my incredulous feelings as I looked at him, his smile deepened.

“…Hahaha.”

He burst into laughter.

His face had relaxed.

“Why are you laughing?”

“…Just, just because.”

I looked at Dietrich awkwardly.

“I don’t know what’s so funny, but will you get mad at me again if I do something to you?”

“No. I won’t get angry.”

“…Have you gone mad?”

Dietrich continued to laugh.

Seeing him smile like this was almost a first for me—I didn’t even know he could smile this long.

Looking at him, I found myself unable to press the button.

‘What should I do?’

As I stared blankly into space, Dietrich spoke.

“Truly, I’m alright.”

What exactly is okay with him?

It’s absurd.

[ Steel Mentality is being implemented. ]

Right. He says he’s alright.

Selflessness had become thoroughly extinguished, and a cold sense of selfishness instead scattered throughout my body.

Without hesitation, I pressed [Yes].

And with a smile on my lips now as well, I spoke.

“You’re not feeling well now, are you?”

“……”

“You’ve been a bit dizzy since we entered here.”

“Only a little. I’m alright.”

“Really? So if I tell you not to leave, you won’t leave?”

“I won’t leave.”

Had he truly gone mad?

Had he completely forgotten that I had confined him to this mansion, that I had attempted to kill him on the first floor?

Right now, I don’t even know the color of my own eyes.

But as soon as Dietrich had made a dent on this one secret, he was acting as if he’s relieved by it, even going as far as willingly sacrificing himself.