Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 90
Chapter 90
Translator: Yonnee
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Realizing this fact made it hard to breathe.
As if a stone had been placed upon my chest.
[ Steel Mentality is being implemented. ]
—Screeeeek!
—Kikikikiki!
Monsters dressed in clothes with crosses spotted us and charged.
As numerous monsters surged towards us, Dietrich, with two paintings strapped to his arm, drew his sword.
Like a gladiator of the Colosseum, he skillfully dispatched each approaching monster.
I turned my head and looked at the gray figure watching us from afar.
Strangely, I felt as if our eyes had met.
[ The Second Floor Administrator is watching ‘Charlotte’ intently. ]
It seemed it was not an illusion.
[ The Second Floor Administrator wishes to talk to you. ]
He wants to talk to me?
What does he want to say…
“Ugh.”
A stinging sensation hit my eyes. I immediately clutched at them.
I knew this sensation.
It seemed as if my vision had also turned completely red—in the exact same hue that my irises would change into.
My body stiffened, and my feet moved against my will.
Only then did I realize what was about to happen next.
Dietrich, fighting the incoming monsters, looked at me in panic.
“Charlotte!”
He shouted as if to warn me.
‘Fool.’
Did you forget again that the monsters don’t touch me?
Worry about yourself.
“Your eyes…”
Defiantly, I lifted a candelabra that was stuck in the ground.
“Such a fool.”
I passed by the howling monsters and approached the middle of the execution ground where the blurry gray figure stood.
“You must protect the clock tower painter.”
‘Charlotte’ provided Dietrich with a breakthrough he hadn’t discovered until now.
It was a valid concern to have—that Dietrich might not find a way out in this game level.
However.
Charlotte had a habit of only giving good things and then not backing down.
Strength left the hand holding the candelabra.
And thus, the candelabra dropped to the floor, and the fire transferred to the firewood.
The firewood, sprinkled with oil, burst into flames instantly.
At that moment, a strong heat surged inside me as if a fire had spread in my chest.
A strange feeling.
“Hurry, Dietrich.”
The stinging sensation around my eyes disappeared, and the force controlling my body was released.
[ The Second Floor Administrator notices a sense of dissonance.]
Another strange system window.
I too felt a dissonance and looked at the blurry gray figure.
—My lady?
A voice reached my ears.
I recognized it.
That voice.
The same voice that had tried to dissuade me from entering this mansion, that had tried to block my path.
Suddenly, I felt like ‘something’ would come to mind.
“You need to move forward.”
Brilliant hazel eyes.
“You must move forward.”
As that firm voice spoke again, a strange memory flashed through my mind.
* * *
“Do not come back again.”
It was a week after her father had burned all the painter’s paintings.
Though the painter used to visit the mansion once or twice a week as if on schedule, he stopped coming.
It was because her father had cut off his sponsorship and banned the painter’s entry to the mansion.
So, she went out to meet the painter herself.
Ding— Ding— Ding—!
The bell’s tolls resounded heavily at noon. The painter’s house was located in the heart of the city around the clock tower.
How could anyone live in such a noisy place?
The area around the clock tower, always bustling with people and children playing, was always irritating no matter when she visited.
Out with her maid, she soon found the painter’s house, which had a red roof.
Finally, she located the painter’s house.
As she knocked on the shabby door, a man with light brown hair appeared.
The man looked surprised and then seemed to decide something as he quickly closed the door.
However, the capricious teenage lady opened the door on her own and barged into the painter’s house.
“Small.”
“It wouldn’t be strange if a wastrel painter’s house was big, would it?”
The painter answered the woman’s harsh observation as he offered her a glass of cold water.
She crossed her arms and glared at the painter.
“Why have you come here?”
“Because you didn’t come.”
“His Lordship has expelled me. How could I go there?”
Valek spoke as if it made no sense to argue.
“So you originally wanted to come?”
“……”
The man was at a loss for words as he saw the spark in her eyes.
She casually looked around the house and said.
“It’s not as small as I thought. You can do it here from now on.”
“Pardon me?”
“I’m talking about painting, of course. I’ll give you the money. How much did my father pay you? That meager sum—I can provide it just the same.”
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