Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 94
Chapter 94
Translator: Yonnee
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This boss battle was easy, but the downside was that we had to accommodate the second-floor administrator’s whims.
Dietrich and I headed to where the boss was with the painting.
[ Time limit: 00:01:25 ]
Fortunately, we weren’t too late.
Standing before the second floor administrator, the air felt suffocating as if the atmosphere had changed.
A heavy sense of oppression enveloped us.
“Is this what you wanted?”
Dietrich casually showed him the painting.
Then,
—……
The boss neither spoke nor acted but just stared at the painting.
Did we bring the wrong one?
As the silence grew longer, making us anxious, the system window popped up again.
[ The Second Floor Administrator is moved by the painting. ]
Moved, really?
A gray mist hurriedly approached as if trying to snatch the painting from Dietrich’s hand. But that was futile.
Dietrich hid the painting behind him.
[ The Second Floor Administrator shows displeasure. ]
“First, release the child you’ve taken hostage.”
—……
“Then, I will also give you the painting.”
—……
“I’ll say it again, the child comes first.”
The gray figure seemed to contemplate for a moment, then appeared to make a decision. Something was pulled out from the wooden floor.
A curled-up branch uncoiled, revealing the form of the sleeping Furball inside.
Ironically, Furball looked very comfortable.
As the second-floor manager handed over Furball, I quickly picked him up.
Now it was our turn to hand over the painting.
As promised, Dietrich handed the painting to the boss.
But at that moment.
Thud.
A hand suddenly appeared out of thin air and grasped the painting Dietrich was holding.
Dietrich, not having sensed any presence, stopped and stared at the hand, then confirmed the face and froze.
“You…”
It was Erik, who we thought was dead.
With a slight smile, he snatched the painting while Dietrich stood there like a fool.
Taken by surprise, neither Dietrich nor I had yet realized anything unusual.
“…Mister Erik, you were alive?”
That shouldn’t be possible, right?
I was sure he was dead, and Dietrich had hidden Erik’s body deep within the mansion.
Was this another trick of the mansion that I didn’t know about?
“Felix said the same thing to you, Miss Charlotte.”
Erik smirked as he checked the painting he had snatched.
It was an incredibly awkward meeting.
Me, who had last seen Erik before his death, and Dietrich, who had hidden his body.
“I’m glad you’re alive, Mister Erik, but that painting needs to be handed over to its original owner.”
Dietrich was also taken aback by the situation, but he pointed out the most pressing issue.
[ The Second Floor is annoyed and asks what’s going on. ]
“Mister Erik, first—”
“So this was the painting.”
Huh?
His tone had strangely changed.
That was when I began to feel uneasy.
“Mister Erik, what are you doing…”
Erik lifted the painting and quietly admired it. A hint of interest flickered in his otherwise bored eyes.
“Ah.”
He muttered as if realizing something.
“I wondered why you painted all this.”
“Mister Erik?”
“You wastrel.”
…Wastrel.
The wastrel painter.
It sounded familiar.
A sense of déjà vu made me recall S’s diary that I had seen earlier.
[ “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.” ]
However, I still couldn’t be sure about the identity of this unease.
But at that moment, my eyes met Erik’s.
His eyes curved up in response.
Erik had often smiled at me, but the smile in his eyes now was different from what I had seen before.
The man continued to smile at me and—
CRACK!
—smashed the painting into the ground.
“……!”
The thick wooden panel broke too easily in Erik’s hands. Wood chips flew around.
I stared blankly at the man.
What just happened?
[ The Second Floor Administrator watches in a daze, unable to believe what happened. ]
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