Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 79
Chapter 79
Translator: Yonnee
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I was well aware of Dietrich’s personality, but this seemed overly tender.
To worry about the life and death of a woman who imprisoned him in this mansion and thrust him into all these crises… really…
How desperate had the situation been for him to show an excessively wide range of emotions?
As I wondered what must I do with this man, who unnecessarily stirred up such feelings, I was about to gently stroke his cheek.
However, something held my hand back, preventing it from moving.
Only by looking down did I notice he was firmly holding my hand.
Why didn’t I realize sooner when the sensation beneath my hand was this warm?
“Dietrich, are you crying?”
“…I am not.”
Of course, there was no reason for this man to cry over my demise.
Especially when there were no tear streaks by his eyes.
Yet, the unnecessary remark was because …
“You’re lying. You cried.”
“…I did not cry.”
Because I wanted to tease him.
Why I felt such an inexplicable urge, I do not know.
“No, look.”
I raised my free hand to his cheek.
“Here it is. There’s a tear streak.”
Though there were none, I pretended to wipe away tears from his eyes.
“Don’t cry. Hush now.”
“…Did I really cry?”
“……”
Ah, really.
I felt the urge to burst into laughter, letting everything go.
At the same time, I realized another reason why I cared so much about Dietrich.
I had been bored in this mansion for a long time.
Trapped for too long, lived for too long.
All alone in darkness.
Maybe I missed the range of emotions I felt upon meeting him.
Perhaps I missed the scent of people.
“Yes, you cried.”
“……”
This naive man looked shocked, believing he had actually cried.
For such trivial things…
Wait.
[ Darkness: 35% ]
…When did his darkness level rise this much?
This was a bit dangerous.
A sense of unease made my body react first.
As I shook off the hand holding mine, Dietrich looked at me with a startled face.
“…I apologize.”
Why was he saying sorry?
It was absurd, but I also felt relieved.
Thankfully, this was still the Dietrich I knew.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
Memories from before I collapsed slowly became clearer.
I had warned him not to get hurt before falling.
“Ah, I’m fine…”
My eyes caught it faster than his words.
“Why are you like this here?”
The fabric on his forearm was torn, soaked with dampness.
“Are you hurt?”
“It’s nothing.”
“I asked if you were hurt. No, I don’t even need to ask. You are hurt.”
The situation was starting to become complicated.
You shouldn’t get hurt on the second floor. Absolutely not.
Because…
“I’m really fine. It doesn’t bother me.”
Would I have kept asking if it really didn’t bother him?
Getting hurt on the second floor might seem fine at the moment, but over time it would lead to significant damage.
Just in case, I touched his forehead.
“Dietrich, your forehead is hot.”
Damn it. Looks like he’s already getting a fever.
“…I told you not to get hurt.”
I was granted only the slightest moment of reprieve.
Sure enough, he brought me more anxiety than reassurance.
“I’m fine,” he repeated.
“No, you’re not fine at all.”
I stood up, leaving the man who kept repeating the same thing like a parrot.
Then, Dietrich hurriedly grabbed my hand.
“Where are you going?”
“To find a potion.”
If I leave him like this, he’ll suffer from the fever, so I need to give him a potion and make him rest.
I belatedly checked our surroundings.
“We’re in the storeroom.”
This was where I had hidden the food supplies.
I could see the painting set aside there too. Thankfully, it seems to have been safely brought along.
“But why is it so quiet outside?”
There should be monsters swarming.
…And I’m pretty sure I received a penalty right before I lost consciousness. Why am I fine?
Could it be that I received the penalty while I was unconscious? That would be lucky, but this game isn’t likely to let me off that easily.
“Dietrich, let go of my hand.”
“Don’t go. It’s dangerous outside.”
“It’s so quiet though?”
I thought I should check.
“It’s quiet because I took you and hid.”
So it’s quiet because the painting wasn’t in their line of sight?
“Those monsters won’t touch me anyway, Dietrich.”
“…Still.”
“And you’re planning to just leave Felix out there?”
“Someone… outside…”
“Yes.”
“……!”
As he was clearly astonished, it seemed like Dietrich only now remembered that Felix was still outside.
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