I Think I’m a Horror Game Villain - Chapter 134

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Chapter 134

What do I do? Persuading the stubborn Zion was next to impossible. And I certainly couldn’t win in a physical fight against him. Looking back and forth between Dekir, Rose, and Zion, I finally said, “…Okay, fine. I’ll do as you say, Zion.” I took his hand, pretending to comply. Or, more accurately, I’ll pretend to go along with him and then sneak back here when he’s not looking. I decided to feign agreement for now.

“What? Heyna, how can you just listen to him?! How could you do this to me!”

Leaving Rose behind, desperately calling after me, I walked away with Zion. Around the time Rose’s voice faded completely, a message suddenly appeared before my eyes.

[System] ‘The Mansion’s Caretaker’ has sent you a gift.

[Will you accept the gift?]

[Yes] [No]

What? A gift out of the blue? I was bewildered by the sudden message. Not a mission, not a reward, but a gift? I don’t know what it is, but I might as well accept it. The Mansion’s Caretaker had once given me my life as a reward. Hoping I might receive another life, I mentally shouted, Yes! Please! Something good, if you please!

[The gift has arrived.]

A cheerful melody rang in my ears, and the inventory tab lit up. I immediately checked my inventory.

[Inventory]

[Bloodstained Knife]

[Suspicious Poison]

[Severed Wrist]

[Clean Up]

[Distortion]

[Disposable Wooden Bat]

A new item, a wooden bat, had been added to my inventory.

[Disposable Wooden Bat]

Hitting a target on the head with all your might with this bat will instantly knock them unconscious for 30 minutes. It also has a certain probability of restoring forgotten memories.

Does not inflict direct physical harm.

Knock someone unconscious for 30 minutes and possibly restore their memories? And it doesn’t cause physical harm? This is exactly what I need right now!

Thank you, Mansion’s Caretaker, whoever you are!

“Heyna? What are you looking at?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing. Just looking around, making sure nothing jumps out.”

When I casually brushed him off, Zion chuckled. “You’re really easily scared.” His grip on my hand tightened. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you, Heyna.”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks, Zion.” Protect me? You staying out of the way would be the biggest help.

I pondered. How can I use this disposable wooden bat without Zion noticing? He was holding my hand tightly, preventing me from going anywhere. How could I distract him while my hand was trapped…? That’s right, I have that. Carefully, so Zion wouldn’t notice, I pulled out my trusty ally from my inventory: the Severed Wrist.

Thud.

I dropped the Severed Wrist on the floor and…

“Aaaaaah!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“Heyna! What’s wrong?!”

“Th-There… Over there!”

Zion’s face paled when he saw where I was pointing. The Severed Wrist lay there. The Severed Wrist had previously tried to attack Zion when I’d mistakenly believed he was threatening me. Zion had been choked unconscious, so it was natural for him to react this way.

“Zion, I’m scared!”

Putting on the performance of my life, as if truly terrified by the Severed Wrist, I hid behind Zion.

“I-It’s okay. Heyna. I’ll p-protect…” Zion tried to shield me, despite his fear. But his voice trembled terribly as he tried to reassure me. Seeing him standing there, terrified but determined to protect me, I felt a twinge of guilt. Just a twinge.

‘Someone like Heyna would be suitable as my fiancée.’ I recalled his inner thoughts I’d seen in the library. ‘HeYna is my woman. I won’t let anyone take her from me.’ And his thoughts from just moments ago. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll wait until you realize your feelings for me. A true gentleman should be considerate of a clueless lady, shouldn’t he?’ And the way he’d spoken so confidently, as if he knew everything about me. My guilt vanished. What can I say, Zion? You reap what you sow.

I’d heard it somewhere. Shock therapy was the best treatment for amnesia. Zion seemed too terrified to look around, which meant he didn’t notice me pulling out the wooden bat from right behind him.

I swung the wooden bat with all my might.

Thwack!

With a dull thud, Zion collapsed. I think that was louder than I intended…

“Zion…? Are you alive…?” I checked on him.

True to the item description, which stated it wouldn’t cause direct physical harm, there wasn’t a scratch on Zion’s head.

I hope his memory comes back when he wakes up.

As I was examining Zion, the Severed Wrist scuttled over to me.

[System] ‘The Severed Wrist Searching for its Owner’ is puzzled.

The Severed Wrist wiggled its fingers and moved its… body? Hand? It looked like it was tilting its head in confusion.

“Look, this was… to help Zion. He lost his memory, and this might help him get it back! You know, shock therapy!” I blurted out a nervous explanation.

Yes, this definitely wasn’t out of spite. Of course, Zion had been incredibly frustrating and annoying. And I might have fantasized about hitting him every time he spouted nonsense! But there were absolutely no personal feelings involved in that swing!