Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 72
Chapter 72
Translator: Yonnee
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“If I knew it would be this dark, I should have brought a candle.”
I spoke to the dark silhouette standing still.
“But it’s alright. I’ll soon get used to the darkness.”
Rustle.
The dark figure hesitantly stepped back.
As my eyes slowly adjusted, I approached the figure.
“It’s you, isn’t it? The one who took Penny’s items. The Ring of Fire and the Curse-Resistant Earring. They’re with you, right?”
“……”
“You killed Hesta with the Ring of Fire.”
Judging by the charred corpse.
Relying on my senses, I reached out towards the figure. My hand grazed through thin air.
What?
Flailing about, my hand finally caught hold of the figure at a much lower height.
A shoulder.
Much smaller.
Could it be…
Suddenly, Erik’s words came to mind.
Didn’t he say he saw a child?
At that moment, light seeped through the opened door, revealing the perpetrator’s form.
A child, looking at me with fear-stricken eyes, stood before me.
“This is impossible…”
Thud!
In a moment of inattention, the child pushed me with a force unbelievable for his size, knocking me over.
“Ugh. Wait a moment…!”
The child seized the opportunity to open the door and dash out.
Bang!
The child harshly slammed the door right in front of me and escaped.
‘Damn.’
I had let my guard down because it was just a child.
A child in this mansion. It couldn’t really be just a child. He might not know what’s going on inside this place.
I quickly got up and tried to chase after the escaping child.
‘Where did he go?’
As I was peering around the corridor, wondering where to look.
“What are you doing there?”
Dietrich’s voice came from not too far away.
I was caught off guard.
I hurriedly closed the door.
‘What should I say?’
In that room, Hesta was dead. And just my luck, it’s the room I emerged from.
Anyone would think I was the culprit.
‘Would Dietrich believe me like he did with Erik?’
The excuse that a child killed Hesta sounded nothing short of pathetic.
“Why are you standing there like that?”
As I remained silent, Dietrich approached me.
[ Steel Mentality is being implemented. ]
“It’s nothing.”
I leaned against the door, shaking my head and forcing a calm smile.
Stay calm.
First, I need to ensure Dietrich doesn’t see inside.
Then, I’ll move the body to another room.
That’s the only way I can get out of this situation.
“Your complexion doesn’t look like it’s ‘nothing’. Miss Charlotte, you seem to be in cold sweat.”
Cold sweat?
I touched my forehead.
Seems my body reacted to the intense heat from the room I had been in.
“Are you feeling unwell?”
“No, I’m fine.”
I shook my head in response to Dietrich’s question.
“But why are you here…?”
“…I was worried about you. Is Hesta nearby, by any chance?”
“No? I was here alone.”
Dietrich looked at me skeptically, then shifted his gaze to stare at the door for a while.
This doesn’t feel right.
Dietrich took a step toward me.
A cold air wrapped around my ankles and slowly crept up my body, tightening around my neck.
Trapped between Dietrich and the door, it felt like all exits had disappeared, suffocating me.
“May I open the door?”
“…Why?”
Can’t you just leave?
Worried Dietrich might push me aside and open the door, I unconsciously placed my hand on his arm.
Dietrich looked at his arm being held and then at me with a cold gaze.
As if asking to be let go.
However, I pretended not to notice and smiled.
“Dietrich, it’s been quite some time since we ate. Aren’t you hungry?”
Let’s just go, please.
I tightly gripped Dietrich’s arm, determined not to let go.
Dietrich looked at me with an inscrutable gaze, then dropped his hand from the door.
Crack! Thud!
At that moment, a rough noise came from inside.
I remembered seeing a burned chair creaking before I left the room. Could the chair have broken at this very moment?
As Dietrich was about to pass by, he stopped.
He looked at me.
“Your eyes are blue right now.”
…Why would he mention that?
Dietrich grabbed my shoulder and pulled me into his embrace.
“Don’t worry.”
His low voice tickled my ear.
“I trust you.”
“Dietrich…”
“I want to continue trusting you.”
A bad premonition always turns into reality.
The person who had pulled me away from the door opened it.
Bang.
A foul stench leaked out from the room.
At that moment, I stiffened like a marionette.
As I reluctantly turned my creaking body, Dietrich was already looking inside the room.
Oh.
It’s a complete disaster.
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