Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 89
Chapter 89
Translator: Yonnee
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“…What on earth happened?”
Dietrich’s clothes were torn, so I came into the second-floor dressing room with him to get some new ones.
Inside the burnt room, Felix’s body was noticeable. And…
“My goodness…”
I picked up Furball, who I found lying down on the ground.
“Kyuung…”
“Little one, are you okay?”
I immediately sat Furball on my lap and treated it with the potion I had.
“Kyuung…”
Thank goodness.
My heart nearly stopped.
“Kyung…”
Even though I used a lot of potion, Furball leaned tiredly against me.
Holding Furball, I murmured.
“What happened here, Dietrich?”
“…Something unusual seems to be happening.”
As we looked around the room together and found nothing that could explain the situation, we moved on.
After searching the second floor, the last diary was found in the wall clock.
[ ‘Dietrich’ has acquired a portion of S’s diary. ]
[ The contents of the diary shall be shared with Charlotte. ]
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The temple’s magnificence was high, and speaking of the temple carried a heavy weight.
And to depict it required a responsibility as substantial as its glory.
The lady who called Valek the ‘clock tower painter’ had received a commission for a mural in the temple.
It was a great honor for an artist to receive a commission from the temple.
However, now, by the temple that had bestowed that honor, a date for his execution was set.
The lady stared blankly at the painter’s paintings.
His Lordship might think that he had burned all the paintings in the mansion, but that was wrong.
Because there were two that had been spared from the flames.
They were paintings that the painter and the lady had made during the lessons.
If His Lordship were to ever find out, the painter would be in a world of trouble.
“I must go.”
“Milady?”
“I’m going to meet the clock tower painter.”
What was the lady talking about now?
“Milady, meeting with the painter might not be possible.”
Visiting a condemned prisoner.
Nevertheless, the lady’s determination was truly remarkable.
Despite my earnest dissuasion, she went straight to the temple.
It was easy to get into the prison by slipping a few coins into the hands of those guarding the temple.
The temple, which should be incorruptible! Don’t they feel ashamed?
The lady went into the prison alone to meet the painter.
How much time had passed?
The lady came out quicker than expected.
As soon as she came out, the lady uttered something unexpected.
“Prepare the firewood when we return.”
“Excuse me?”
“Those paintings. I’m going to burn them all.”
—Excerpt from S’s Diary
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Such a capricious lady.
One moment she was trying her damnedest to protect the paintings, yet after just hearing what the painter said, she decided to burn them.
[ Time remaining until the next game: 00:00:53 ]
Less than a minute until the boss battle.
Soon, the last game on the second floor would start.
I revisited the mission I had received earlier—the mission to uncover the real culprit behind Erik’s death.
[ Time limit: 03:01:55 ]
There’s not much time left.
It’s difficult to proceed with the boss battle and to find the culprit at the same time, so I must hurry to finish the boss battle and then look for the real culprit.
“Should we burn all the paintings?”
After reading the diary excerpt, this was the first thing Dietrich asked.
However, I couldn’t say anything.
If I gave him an answer, I would receive a penalty.
Of course, I could give a hint, but since the correct answer had been deduced, it was better to stay quiet.
It seemed Dietrich wasn’t really expecting an answer from me.
[ Time remaining until the next game: 00:00:05 ]
Like a small candle going out, the five seconds disappeared in an instant.
—Screeeeeech!
—Crrrreck!
—Kririri!
The monsters’ cries echoed throughout the mansion.
Dietrich, who had been intently looking at the diary excerpt, lifted his head at the loud noise.
Skeletons dressed in priest robes gradually appeared.
They seemed to be targeting the paintings as they skulked toward us.
“If I’m right, it’s paradoxical, but it seems we need to protect the paintings from these skeletons while also burning them ourselves.”
No.
That alone would not be enough.
Then, a bright white light flowed from the second floor’s mansion floor.
Light streaming through the gaps in the wooden floor transformed the space of the second floor.
The bright sunlight made me raise my hand to shield my eyes unknowingly.
“……”
Dietrich looked around in surprise.
When the wind blew, the scent of sand tickled my nose.
In an instant, the second floor had transformed into a colosseum-like arena.
“This is…”
“An execution ground.”
Strangely, he had calm eyes.
In the center of the circular arena, a large execution stand was placed.
In the center stood a blurry gray figure, like smoke.
Even without anyone answering, it was easy to guess its identity.
The second floor administrator. The boss.
Or rather, the clock tower painter.
Valek.
We were in the execution ground where he had been executed.
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