Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 80
Chapter 80
Translator: Yonnee
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…Did he forget until now?
That’s not like Dietrich.
He seemed more flustered than I was surprised.
“…I need to go,” Dietrich said this time.
“Where?”
Suddenly, our roles had reversed.
“I have to go. He might be in danger. I need to save him.”
For someone who hadn’t thought of Felix until now, his reaction was impulsive.
“Calm down, Dietrich.”
“……”
“I’ll save him.”
Hesitation appeared on Dietrich’s face.
“Do you still not trust me?”
“……”
I raised my hand again to touch Dietrich’s forehead.
He seemed surprised by the direct contact, closing and then opening his eyes.
“You feel warmer than before.”
“I’m fi—”
“You’re a nuisance.”
“……”
“What if you collapse on the way?”
It might be fine now, but if those monsters were to harm him, his physical condition would drastically decline.
And it wouldn’t be long before he’d die.
“I’ve survived worse situations before.”
“Your goal isn’t just to survive now, is it? You’re supposed to be saving someone.”
“Of course, I’ve saved others before…”
“You’re really stubborn.”
I don’t understand why he’s so obsessed with saving other people’s lives over his own.
“Do you have nine lives or something?”
My life exceeds that number, but that wasn’t the case for him.
“Is it that hard to value your own life?”
“…Why do you care about my life?”
“Sure, I locked you up, but…”
“……”
“Right. You won’t understand if I put it that way. Let me put it differently. If you go out in your condition and get hurt again, it would just lead to a more dangerous situation. How am I supposed to save you then?”
Finally seeming at a loss for words, Dietrich closed his mouth.
“Accept my kindness when it’s offered. Or, do you still doubt me?”
“It’s not that.”
“Then what? Why are you doing this?”
“I…”
Dietrich hesitated for a moment before answering.
“I’m worried about you.”
“…What?”
“What if you collapse on your way?”
Why would I suddenly collapse?
Was this because I vomited blood and passed out earlier?
“…I won’t collapse. Stop worrying about nothing.”
And if you go, who will protect the painting?
“I’ll be back quickly with the potion and those people, so you… just take care of that painting.”
If we can’t protect that painting, it’s all over.
I swallowed the rest of my words.
* * *
Fortunately, when I went outside, I saw no monsters.
However, if the second floor administrator were to notice, his underlings might appear again.
‘I need to move quickly.’
There were a total of two paintings that needed to be found.
First, I grabbed a healing potion for Dietrich and a few other useful items.
It was when I was passing near the kitchen.
Creak, chomp.
The chilling sound soon reached my ears.
Turning my gaze in that direction, monsters were swarming into the kitchen, madly devouring the food.
They fought over the food, even crazily licking up what fell on the ground.
‘I knew this would happen, so I took out some food in advance.’
It was fortunate that these monsters showed obsession not only with the painting but also with food.
I ignored the monsters and refocused on my plan.
I needed to find Felix.
Though the bandits were the same, the plotline would shift depending on the circumstances.
There were times when they killed Dietrich, leading to [Game Over]. But there were times when the opposite would be true—that Dietrich would kill them instead.
What would happen if Dietrich and the bandits survived and cleared the second floor?
The remaining bandits, like Dietrich, would self-destruct due to their increased darkness levels.
‘But now they can be useful.’
Dietrich was going mad carrying the painting alone.
In the game, there was only one solution.
‘Keep the bandits alive as long as possible so they could take turns carrying the painting.’
Even as I was playing the game, I felt uneasy about using this solution. Now that I was here, that unease had doubled.
Would they willingly cooperate?
From the second floor’s railing, the remnants of the chandelier that fell a few days ago were clearly visible.
I slowly went down the stairs.
If we could clear the second floor safely, that too would be restored.
“Miss Charlotte?”
Someone called me from behind.
“Mister Felix, you’re safe.”
As I turned around, I noticed the object in Felix’s hands and momentarily focused my gaze on it.
He was holding a painting.
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