I Think I’m a Horror Game Villain - Chapter 122

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Chapter 122

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you in a difficult position. I was just… worried because Rose seems to dislike me. She might tell you not to be friends with me…”

Dekir looked like a dejected puppy, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “What about you, Dekir?”

“Huh?”

“If your friend told you not to be friends with me, would you listen?”

“…I don’t really have any friends, so I don’t know.”

“What? You don’t have any friends?”

“No.”

“No way!”

That couldn’t be true. He didn’t seem like the type of person who wouldn’t have any friends. Dekir smiled at my wide-eyed expression.

“You’re the most important person to me, Heyna. So I wouldn’t keep someone like that around.”

I was grateful that Dekir consistently prioritized me, but I also started to worry about his relationships with other people. Come to think of it, he’d been by my side constantly. He’d talked to other people occasionally, but mostly, he’d stuck to me.

And the way he kept making mistakes and causing misunderstandings whenever he was alone with Rose… Maybe Dekir was surprisingly awkward around people. I had thought he was quite outgoing, seeing how easily he talked to me. “Dekir, I appreciate you liking me so much, but you shouldn’t completely shut other people out.”

“Shouldn’t I?”

“No.”

“Even if they try to come between you and me?” Dekir blinked his wide eyes a couple of times. He thought he could sway me with that cute act? However, contrary to my expectations…

“M-Maybe it’s okay to distance myself from someone like that…” My mouth was betraying me. Dekir usually looked sharp and cold, not cute. The fact that he looked cute to me now meant… I was completely smitten!

I’d heard it somewhere before. If you find someone of the opposite sex cute, that’s the end! You’ll never be able to escape their charm. No! I refused to believe it, but even as I denied it, my eyes were carefully scrutinizing Dekir’s face. His bright red eyes were like a rabbit’s, cute, and the way his lips, the color of dried roses, were slightly pursed… Cute… No! I clapped my hands to my cheeks.

“Heyna?” He looked startled. Why did even that look cute? This was all Dekir’s fault for asking such a strange question. He was worried that because Rose disliked him, I would listen to her and start disliking him too. He was acting like a child… The thought of Dekir worrying all by himself made the corners of my mouth lift.

“Dekir, don’t worry.”

I forced down the bubbly feeling in my chest. “If that happens, I’ll tell Rose what a good person you are and try to convince her.”

“But what if she still doesn’t like me?”

“Then…”

“Then?”

“Then I’ll think about it then.”

“….”

Dekir looked disappointed. He seemed to have expected a different answer from me. Something like, I’d choose him over Rose…

“I like everyone here. Dekir, Rose, Tommy, and… Zion, too.” Actually, I didn’t really like Zion, but it felt wrong to leave him out. “I don’t want the people I like to dislike each other.”

“…Okay.”

“I’ll talk to Rose later. She’s surprisingly sentimental, so once she realizes it was a misunderstanding, she’ll probably feel bad for you.”

“…I see.”

“Yeah. And we’re comrades trying to escape this mansion together. We need to trust the friends we have, right?”

“You’re right, Heyna.” His reply still sounded half-hearted. Dekir’s expression remained gloomy. To reassure him, I added, “Dekir, you know I like you a lot, right?” I wondered if such simple words would cheer him up…

“How much?”

“H-Huh?”

“You said you like me a lot. How much?” The faint wrinkle between his brows smoothed out, and his drooping eyebrows perked up. The moment I saw that slightly sly smile, I realized… Did he put on that gloomy expression just to hear me say that? No way. He wouldn’t be that childish…

…Or maybe he would. Love makes people do childish things.

“W-Well…” I panicked and tried to change the subject. “R-Right! This isn’t the time. We need to find Rose.”

“Yes. But first, answer my question.” Dekir wouldn’t back down until I answered him. But how could I express it? I racked my brain, and the best answer suddenly came to mind. But… This was the best? It was the worst! Did I really have to resort to a childish answer at my age?

“Heyna, answer me.” Dekir pressed me for an answer.

“Heyna.” Wait a minute! I’m thinking!

“Aren’t you going to answer?” After agonizing over it countless times, I finally squeezed my eyes shut and shouted, “As much as the sky and the earth…!”