Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 93
Chapter 93
Translator: Yonnee
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“…Didn’t you ever think of wanting to leave?”
I stared at him blankly.
Of course I wanted to leave.
This place is a prison, a place I was just suddenly locked up in one day.
‘I want to leave.’
A very old memory came to mind. The days just after I entered this mansion.
Strangely, those were calm days.
It was more frightening because I wasn’t scared.
Tens, hundreds, maybe thousands of times.
Even after I had given up on leaving, I habitually pulled the doorknob, but it never opened once.
‘I want to go back.’
What would happen once Dietrich left?
Would I just stay here alone, waiting for someone else to come in?
For the rest of my life?
Unable to die?
“…Charlotte?”
Dietrich called my name after I had left him unattended for too long without any response.
“I…”
In truth, I envy you.
Words I shouldn’t say welled up to my throat.
You have the Room of Truth that might allow you to leave.
I know it’s very difficult, but I envy that you at least have a way out.
“…I cannot leave.”
I won’t ever be able to leave.
“Does that mean you want to leave?”
What a needless question.
“So what if I want to leave?”
What’s the point if I want to leave but can’t?
What does it matter to think about it when it’s impossible?
“I… I can’t leave, Dietrich.”
“……”
“Maybe… I will never be able to.”
Maybe for the rest of eternity.
I’ve tried thousands of times before.
In fact, I still occasionally try anyway.
But once closed, a door does not open again.
Never.
“…I will.”
Dietrich, who seemed to have made up his mind, finally spoke up as I remained silent.
“I will get you out of here.”
“What?”
“…I will make sure you get out.”
You?
A hollow laugh escaped me involuntarily.
“How can you?”
You can barely get yourself out of the mansion.
Worrying about others without knowing your place.
“I’ll find a way somehow.”
“Being ignorant usually makes one brave.”
“I’m not doing this because I’m brave.”
“Dietrich, if you leave the mansion, don’t look back. Just go.”
“……”
“You might end up trapped here for your entire life by trying to do something unnecessary.”
Stop thinking needlessly, I wish you wouldn’t even linger here once you’re out.
“I will definitely find a way to get you out of this place.”
“Hah…”
It was the sweetest lie I had ever heard.
So compelling that I almost fell for it.
Facing his clear eyes, no more sarcastic remarks came out.
As if we both became fools, we looked at each other’s eyes.
And came back to our senses belatedly.
“Let’s go.”
* * *
[ Time limit: 00:05:43 ]
With just about 5 minutes left, we finally found what we were looking for.
[ V ]
It was a painting marked with the clock tower painter’s initial.
Given how this was supposed to be his work, it lacked artistry, and the brushstrokes were dull.
The colors were murky from several layers of overpainting.
It was clearly a poorly painted portrait.
The brown-haired man in the painting looked awkwardly straight ahead.
“Is this the painting?”
Dietrich asked, holding up the hidden painting.
“Let’s go, Dietrich.”
Taking that as an answer, he picked up the painting.
The boss battle on the second floor went smoother than expected. It seemed unlikely that the crisis we feared would occur.
‘If we had failed…’
…I don’t even want to think about it.
If Dietrich’s actions in the arena hadn’t pleased the boss, the boss would not have made any offers.
Then we would have had no choice but to kill the boss.
Only then could we move to the next level.
‘However.’
Killing the boss poses a problem.
The boss’s body has to disintegrate into ‘shards’, which would take quite a long time.
As a matter of fact, it would take about two weeks.
‘That means we’d have to survive without food.’
What a horrible fate.
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