Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 64
Chapter 64
Translator: Yonnee
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“Are you doing alright?”
The woman beside him cautiously asked about his condition.
Kind.
The woman with blue eyes was always like that. Dietrich found himself unintentionally bursting in quiet laughter again.
“You’re laughing…?”
The woman muttered as if she found it ridiculous.
“…It would be troublesome if you’ve really gone mad already.”
The woman murmured as if worried.
Maybe she was right—perhaps he had already gone mad.
As evidence, he saw strange things before his eyes.
Faces of the dead appeared.
Faces of those who were sent to monster-infested areas as they were deemed useless, those who desperately begged to be saved… So many faces appeared before his eyes.
“You can lean on me if you’re having a hard time.”
At that moment, the woman said this.
But was he struggling right now?
Dietrich asked himself.
…I’m not sure.
I never really felt it was hard.
However, he often thought he didn’t want to wake up once he closed his eyes.
Dietrich cautiously leaned on the woman’s shoulder.
Her slender body couldn’t possibly support his large frame in any stable manner.
Yet, for Dietrich, this moment was more comforting than anything else.
“…Do you feel dizzy? Or are you seeing anything strange?”
The woman cautiously asked.
“Hmm. I do see something.”
“What do you see?”
Dietrich thought about answering the woman as he scanned the faces.
But there were too many things to see, he didn’t know where to start.
Instead of talking about what he saw, he looked inward.
“…You know. Once upon a time, I achieved many things.”
“Huh?”
The woman was puzzled by the sudden start of a story. However, as he was intoxicated by the aroma of the studio, he was unaware of her reaction.
“A long time ago, I wondered how high I could climb. To me, it seemed like I could climb very high, higher than anyone, to the top.”
“……”
“But I didn’t.”
“Why?”
“No, it’s more like I couldn’t.”
Long-suppressed memories began to resurface.
That blood-soaked place was buried deep within his heart. Deeply dug in and hidden, the pain he wanted to conceal.
But the pain slowly seeped through with the scent.
“I wanted to become greater. Untouchable by anyone. So the boy, full of dreams, set off to find what he could do.”
“What was that?”
“To bring the head of an enemy general before the emperor.”
“…Did you go to war?”
“Yes. And I succeeded in making a name for myself.”
“…That’s impressive.”
The moment he beheaded the general, and the moment he presented the general’s head before the emperor, he was sick of hearing such words.
Everyone praised him.
A genius and hero like no other in the empire.
“But I don’t want to hear any of it.”
“Why?”
“Isn’t it glorious for a knight to dedicate himself to the empire?”
He could still remember.
The boy who wanted to die gloriously for the empire. That’s what Dietrich believed was ‘right’ back then.
And so, the boy lived on the battlefield until he became a young man.
He killed a young soldier who begged for his life, and he killed a soldier miserably running while carrying a dying comrade.
To kill, or be killed.
That was the world they had to live in.
“People aren’t dominoes, yet they’re falling like dominoes.”
“……”
“Was I a mere domino?”
“……”
“What am I?”
The man quietly brought out the emotions he had long suppressed.
The boy, Dietrich, belatedly pondered what he truly wanted.
He wanted to climb high, but what he truly desired wasn’t this.
Then what did he truly want?
The boy finally found his answer.
Freedom.
Escaping from the temple.
But the solution was far too twisted, and the boy ended up trapped in a cage he couldn’t escape.
“Pitiful.”
Pitiful?
That word didn’t suit him.
“It must have been hard.”
“……”
“It must have been very hard.”
Dietrich unconsciously nodded.
His body gradually tilted to the side, almost pulling the woman into an embrace.
The woman just stayed still, quietly.
Dietrich was overwhelmed by the urge to wrap his arms around her slender body.
Even so, it felt to him like she would accept him.
All he had noticed was the difference of her demeanor whenever her eyes changed from blue to red. Maybe it was all his misconception.
Once the emotions burst out, they flowed like a dam, making him unrestrained.
However, the moment he met the woman’s blue eyes, he felt like a child caught committing a crime, unable to do anything.
Instead, he expressed his desire in a different way.
“…Charlotte.”
“……”
“I’ve been wanting to call you by your name, even just once.”
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