Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 97
Chapter 97
Translator: Yonnee
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The temple’s dungeon smelled like a sewer.
Who would have imagined such a foul place existed in a temple adorned with pristine white marble?
Charged with blasphemy, the painter awaited the day of his execution, isolated in a cell barred with iron grates and all alone in his gloomy solitude.
To endure, ‘I’ reminisced about the past.
From childhood to youth, and the memories of meeting the princess of the grand mansion.
It was then.
“Valek.”
The lady had come to find ‘me’ inside the prison.
“Miss?!”
‘I’ was genuinely surprised.
‘I’ had already been dismissed from my position as her tutor and expelled from the mansion outright, yet she had come to ‘my’ house.
But this was truly shocking.
“Is it really you, Miss?”
“Of course, it’s me. Who else?”
“How did you even… This thoughtless lady! How could you come here!”
At ‘my’ words, the lady scoffed as if to say, what can you do.
“Leave at once. If the paladins catch you here…”
“The paladins let me in.”
“…What?”
“They let me in after I slipped them some money.”
Good heavens. It felt like ‘my’ vision was blurring.
Oh, ‘my’ head.
“Didn’t you want to see me?”
“…Miss.”
When ‘I’ first saw the young girl, she seemed like an unreachable wall.
The princess, raised like a flower in a greenhouse, strangely put up thorns.
‘I’ had younger siblings.
‘My’ youngest sibling was the same age as this little lady.
—ShallI make you smile?
‘I’ was always harsh, often disliked for it.
Perhaps ‘I’ stepped forward because of that, reminded of ‘my’ sibling.
Wanting to trim the pale thorns of the young girl.
The connection with the girl ‘I’ met was somewhat enjoyable.
When everyone blamed ‘me’, she alone scolded them in ‘my’ stead.
She gave boundless love to ‘my’ paintings, which had always been neglected.
Presumptuously, ‘I’ came to regard the girl like ‘my’ own sister.
A mere painter, this wastrel, to a lady raised so preciously.
“I do not want to see you. Please go back.”
“No!”
“Miss.”
“If this continues… we’ll…”
The lady didn’t finish her sentence, but ‘I’ knew what she wanted to say.
Maybe we’ll never see each other again.
It was probably right from the start.
A wastrel painter had harbored too lofty an ambition.
‘I’ should have understood ‘my’ place, but who dared to make a lady of such noble birth laugh?
Maybe ‘I’ was now paying the price for it.
“I’ll help you escape.”
“……”
“I’ll speak to my father…”
Suddenly, Valek had that thought.
If I die, what will happen to this small, young girl?
In such a vast grand mansion, with so many people coming and going.
Surprisingly, there was not a single person to listen to her chatter.
Why? The girl was lovable just by existing, so why did no one take notice of her?
It was regrettable.
“Valek, I will definitely…”
“Miss.”
‘I’ called out to her once again.
“When I was young.”
Her right eyebrow furrowed at the seemingly out-of-place prelude.
“I went to church every Sunday. Even though I wasn’t a believer. Do you know why I went there?”
“Is now really the time to talk about that?” she said in disbelief.
“There was an older girl at the church that I was fond of.”
“……”
“She was really beautiful.”
When the lady’s lovely face suddenly contorted, ‘I’ burst into laughter.
A little ray of sunshine had entered my hardened life.
Because of her, ‘I’ laughed a lot.
“But now, I can’t remember what she looked like at all.”
“……”
“First loves are like that, especially when you’re young.”
“Y-You…!”
At ‘my’ words, the lady’s face flushed red with embarrassment.
The girl, who thought she had hidden her feelings well, was mortified when easily exposed. She couldn’t easily regain her composure.
“Miss, are my paintings still with you?”
“Of course! I’ve hidden them well.”
“I see. Then burn them all when you return.”
“What?”
“It is my last wish.”
“…Last wish? No!”
“Miss, listen carefully to what I’m about to say.”
As the girl shook her head, ‘I’ reached out through the bars and firmly grasped her hand.
The girl, with tears in her eyes, looked at ‘me’ in surprise.
‘I’ remembered holding my younger sibling’s hand before leaving my hometown. That child was also crying like this.
Perhaps ‘I’ have a knack for making my siblings cry.
“Whatever you do, I will die.”
“No. I will definitely save you.”
“Miss.”
‘I’ looked at her soothingly.
Now was the time to tell her.
“I am going to die soon.”
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