I Think I’m a Horror Game Villain - Chapter 125

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Chapter 125

I averted my gaze, unable to meet Dekir’s eyes due to the guilt churning within me.

“Heyna.”

His affectionate call made it difficult to respond. My throat tightened, choking off my voice. I mustn’t cry. Dekir is already being so considerate; should I really burden him with my tears too? I blinked repeatedly, trying to hold back the welling tears.

The long, flowing melody ended, and the next song began. This one, too, was bright and cheerful. But I couldn’t enjoy dancing like before. Perhaps it was my troubled mind. My feet, usually so light, stumbled awkwardly, stepping on Dekir’s.

“Oh! I’m, I’m so sorry, Deki.”

As I apologized, startled, and tried to check on him, I saw a familiar face in the distance. Rose?

I had reached the furthest corner of the ballroom, dancing to the music. Rose stood there, her back against the wall not far from the balcony, a prim expression on her face.

She was alone. The contrast between the happily dancing couples and her slumped shoulders made her seem even more forlorn.

“Deki, Rose is over there!”

I decided to go to Rose alone, leaving Dekir behind. “Deki, will you wait here for a moment? I’ll go talk to Rose.” Rose misunderstood Dekir, thinking he was dangerous. Even though she doesn’t remember us now, I still wanted to be cautious.

“Alright, Heyna. Go ahead.”

Thankfully, Dekir readily agreed without needing further explanation.

“Rose!”

At my call, she lifted her head from where it had been bowed. Seeing me, Rose straightened up.

“What do you want?”

While the ghosts in Rose’s form had welcomed me, the real Rose regarded me with suspicion. If I tried to wake her abruptly like before, she might hide again. I needed to ease her wariness first.

“That dress is really beautiful.” I said, recalling how Rose had delighted in the compliments she’d received from the other noblewomen about her dress earlier. “Is it from Marianne’s Atelier?”

“…Yes.”

“Where did you get the necklace? It looks incredibly luxurious, not something easily obtainable….”

“I bought it at Razel’s Atelier.”

“Razel’s Atelier? Is that place as difficult to book as Marianne’s?” I pretended to know, even though I had no idea where Razel’s Atelier was. Since her dress is made by a sought-after artisan, her jewelry must also be handcrafted by a famous artisan, difficult to acquire.

My guess was spot on.

“Yes, that’s right. You have a good eye.”

Her sharp suspicion softened a little.

“What’s your name? Which family are you from?”

“I’m Heyna. Heyna Blaise.”

“Blaise? I heard the Blaise Dukedom only has sons.”

“Ah, well, that’s….”

“Whatever, I’m not particularly interested in other families’ affairs. More importantly, who is that man? Is he with you?” Rose pointed directly at Dekir.

“Uh, that… that person is…”

I stammered, flustered. I had deliberately come alone, leaving Dekir behind, and now I was caught. Rose glanced back and forth between me, struggling to answer, and Dekir, then grinned.

“I get it. He’s your fiancé!”

“What?! No!”

“Don’t lie. Judging by his looks, he’s not your brother… He’s your fiancé, right?”

“No. Deki isn’t my fiancé… just a friend.”

“A friend? That’s not how someone looks at a ‘just a friend’.”

Huh? How is Dekir looking at me that made Rose say that? I turned towards Dekir. As our eyes met, he gave me a gentle smile. He doesn’t seem to be looking at me strangely.

“You’re going to have a hard time.”

Rose’s following words made me tilt my head.

“What do you mean?”

“That man, just by looking at him, I can tell he’s incredibly possessive. Doesn’t he get jealous if anyone even talks to you, and try to keep you locked up?”

“Huh? Deki isn’t like that.”

“Hmm~” Humming, Rose stared intently at Dekir before whispering, just loud enough for me to hear. “Be careful. In my experience, guys with eyes like that are all insane.”

“Insane…?”

“They’re missing a screw. They might act all gentle, but when they snap, who knows what they’ll do. If you get involved with someone like that, you’ll be trapped for life.”

“….”

“Well, I suppose you never know. Even the fiercest beast becomes a gentle lamb before its master.”

So that’s why Rose is so sensitive towards Dekir… She thinks this way about him. Rose seemed to have a negative impression of Dekir, even though they were complete strangers.

He’d already started with a negative first impression, and now with this misunderstanding, it was understandable why she’d tell me to stay away from him. Does Dekir look that fierce?

I carefully studied Dekir’s face. He certainly had sharp features and a cold aura. But that sharp, almost cutting atmosphere always softened when he was with me. Just now, too. His eyes, which had seemed somewhat empty, sparkled as if he possessed the whole world when he looked at me…