Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 71
Chapter 71
Translator: Yonnee
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Cough—
Dietrich’s lips were painted crimson with blood.
“My God, Mister Dietrich! What happened to you!”
This happened not long after he had parted ways with Charlotte.
While dealing with a monster, Dietrich felt his condition rapidly deteriorating.
Stepping out of the room for a brief rest, he vomited blood. Running into Felix was just an added complication.
“What brings you here, Mister Felix?”
“…I came to tell you something troubling, but this is unexpected.”
“What is it?”
“Mister Dietrich, you had breakfast alone with Ms. Charlotte this morning, did you not?”
“…Yes, what of it?”
“The silverware you used has turned black. Were you aware?”
“……”
“I discovered this fact when I went to the kitchen to have my meal.”
Dietrich’s gaze upon Felix turned ice cold.
“Seeing you vomit blood now, could it be—”
“I know what you’re trying to say.”
“Huh?”
“It was not Miss Charlotte.”
Felix looked at Dietrich with a grim expression.
“Mister Dietrich, you understand what it means if the silverware has turned black? If not Miss Charlotte, then you’re suggesting that we did it.”
Felix spoke as if offering Dietrich a chance to correct himself. Dietrich caught the odd nuance in his words.
Someone had poisoned his meal.
But it could have been Felix or Hesta.
They, too, had access to the kitchen.
But if not them…
Dietrich remembered Charlotte’s red eyes. The woman often seemed intent on harming him with those eyes.
Yet, the woman with blue eyes was different.
If she had done it, he was prepared to forgive her.
‘However…’
Dietrich looked at Felix.
If they were behind this, things would change.
What if Erik’s death was indeed their doing?
…Appropriate measures were needed.
Charlotte had not been well yesterday, and this morning she seemed lost in thought, preventing any detailed conversation.
Dietrich decided to ask for Charlotte’s opinion.
Watching him, Felix was incredulous.
‘What’s gotten into him?’
Felix’s plan had gone terribly awry.
He had intentionally used a fast-acting poison during breakfast, expecting Dietrich to collapse and vomit blood in front of the woman.
‘Yet he’s only now starting to vomit blood?’
Unless he was immune to poison…
Ever since Dietrich had wielded a blade, Felix had suspected that Dietrich was no ordinary farmer.
Felix concluded.
He’ll stop playing around here. It’s time to kill.
‘Hesta was to take the woman away.’
They planned to lure them to a secluded room, take the woman hostage as Dietrich entered, then kill her.
“Let’s continue this conversation later. More importantly, Mister Dietrich, have you seen Hesta? I’ve been searching for him for a while now and can’t find him.”
“…What?”
“Now that I think about it, Miss Charlotte seemed to head that way this morning and hasn’t returned yet. It’s odd.”
Seeming to make an unpleasant guess, Dietrich hurried in the direction Felix pointed to.
Yes, this was it.
This was exactly the reaction he wanted.
* * *
When the door was fully opened, a charred stench assaulted my nostrils.
It’s the same trap, twice now.
“S-Save me…”
The man, turned completely black as if he had been through a blazing fire, reached out to me.
[ Steel Mentality is being implemented. ]
Though the man struggled, his body, glued to the ground, failed to move forward even an inch.
“Keugh.”
With a final gasp, the man’s head thudded to the ground.
“…Mister Hesta?”
There was no response.
Why did this happen all of a sudden?
I stared blankly at Hesta, now a lifeless corpse.
Then, I noticed something beside him. Among the burnt remnants, a single piece of clean paper stood out.
“That’s…”
…an excerpt of S’s diary, isn’t it?
‘Come to think of it, this room…’
I slowly looked around the room.
The entire room was charred black, unrecognizable.
“This was the room where S’s diary originally was.”
This was a room without any traps. But what should I make of the man’s condition now?
Rustle.
At that moment, I felt another presence in the room.
[ Steel Mentality is being implemented. ]
Hidden in the pitch-black darkness, a presence I hadn’t noticed before.
‘Someone else is in this room.’
Perhaps the murderer who killed Hesta and Erik.
I must catch them.
Here, inside this room.
I cautiously approached the chair where Hesta was, and retrieved the diary excerpt, keeping my eyes on the murderer as I backed away to stand with the door at my back, firmly grasping the doorknob behind me.
As the light seeping in from outside the door vanished, pitch-black darkness enveloped the room.
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