Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 91
Chapter 91
Translator: Yonnee
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After having been presented the glowing painting, the lady started to spend more time with the painter, as he was working on her portrait throughout many sessions.
Thus, the work that began in spring only ended in midsummer.
People said it took a long time, but she didn’t think so.
Short.
Was a painting originally supposed to be this trivial?
The lady, who was complaining, thought of a way.
“I wish to learn how to paint.”
That way, she could meet the painter more often.
At that time, her intention was light-hearted.
She didn’t try to admit that it was the painter who she wanted to meet more often, and so she uttered that little lie—that she wanted to learn how to paint, even though she had absolutely no interest in it.
Using that as an excuse, her meetings with the clock tower painter increased.
In fact, initially, she had no intention of focusing on the craft.
She thought she would just casually paint and pass the time looking at his face.
But his hazel eyes were serious.
“Focus, my lady.”
Annoying guy.
It was boring at first.
The clock tower painter kept telling her to draw lines. Why should she do such a thing?
Every time she painted, she felt like screaming out of frustration, but she held back and painted as she was told.
Because she liked that serious look in his hazel eyes.
Then, at some point, it became quite fun.
Why must it end?
“You can learn painting from another artist. There are plenty of artists in this era.”
“I don’t want to.”
“After drink this glass of water, please go back.”
“……”
She was displeased with the painter who harshly dismissed her.
“Did you really steal it?”
“Pardon me?”
“People say you claimed your teacher’s paintings as your own.”
“……”
“It’s a lie, right? Surely it’s the other way around. That nasty teacher of yours must have plagiarized your paintings instead. You’re being falsely accused.”
“My lady.”
“I’ll talk to my father and clear your name.”
A faint smile appeared on the painter’s lips then.
This naive noble lady couldn’t understand the meaning of his bitter smile.
Her intentions must be backed by trivial feelings. That she must save the painter only because she was a bit fond of him.
“Please do not come back here again.”
“What?”
The woman’s right eye twitched. The painter knew it was a habit she showed when displeased.
He had seen only her throughout the changing seasons while working on her portrait, but he couldn’t be unaware.
“Naïve lady, whether I copied my teacher’s paintings or not isn’t important.”
“What are you talking about! We need to uncover the truth!”
“The truth? My teacher is a revered maestro in the art world. He has a close friendship with your father.”
“…What are you getting at?”
“The truth isn’t important.”
The woman before him was a flower raised in a greenhouse.
A very finely raised lady of the grand mansion.
“Young Master Johannes must know.”
“Why are you suddenly talking about that guy?”
“The day I was driven out of the mansion, Master Johannes said so. That the mansion is not for a wastrel painter like me to step into.”
“Johan said that?”
“He told me that I should know my place. And in the end, everything he said was right.”
“What’s right about that!”
“…Nothing was wrong.”
The painter faintly smiled as he opened the door.
“Don’t worry about whatever that brute Johan said. When I return, I’ll deal with him…!”
“No, please don’t do anything.”
The man pushed the woman towards the door and bid his final farewell.
“Then take care, my lady.”
“Wait a moment…”
Bang—
The door closed without a moment’s hesitation.
Shortly thereafter, rumors spread that the murals painted by the clock tower painter were blasphemous.
And not long after, paladins stormed to the painter’s house.
* * *
—My lady? Who? I don’t… remember…
Suddenly.
That word snapped me back to reality.
What was that just now? What kind of memory was that?
The boss seemed confused after having spoken to me.
“Charlotte!”
Dietrich, who had defeated all the monsters, approached me.
“Are you okay?”
“……”
It took me a moment to understand Dietrich’s question.
Due to the memory that had just surfaced, the events that were transpiring in the present rather felt as if they were from a long time ago.
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Nice, she is resisting.