I Think I’m a Horror Game Villain - Chapter 32

Chapter 32

I never set Heyna as the villain. In the original story, Heyna played the role of assisting the player in escaping the mansion.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to find the answer to this question.

“Ugh.”

Zion groaned, regaining consciousness.

‘No. If Zion wakes up now…’

It was obvious what would happen if Zion saw me with the severed wrist on my hand. His suspicion level was already at 2, and I couldn’t afford to raise it any further.

‘For now, let’s put it away!’

I quickly selected [Yes].

The cold sensation on my palm disappeared in an instant.

“Aah!”

At the same time, Zion screamed and jumped up.

“Zion! Are you awake?”

“Heyna…?”

His reddened, bloodshot eyes blinked slowly. Zion touched his neck, which had a clear handprint, and asked, “What happened?”

“That’s…”

I couldn’t tell the truth that the severed wrist obediently listened to me when I told it not to.

“I threw this at you, thinking I had to save you, and it hit the hand. It immediately let you go and ran away.”

I showed Zion a small piece of marble that had been nearby.

“…I see.”

He nodded.

“Thanks to you, I’m alive. Thank you, Heyna.”

[Zion’s suspicion for ‘Heyna’ has decreased by 1.]

Zion’s suspicion dropped by 1.

I cheered inwardly.

‘Hooray!’

It was a lie that I hit the hand by throwing a piece of marble, but it was true that I saved him.

‘Okay. Now his favorability is higher than his suspicion level. If I keep increasing favorability, Zion won’t suspect me.’

My joy at lowering my suspicion level was short-lived.

[Zion’s favorability level for ‘Heyna’ has decreased by 1.]

‘Huh?’

I doubted my eyes. Why did my favorability level go down?

“I should have protected you, but instead, I received help. I’m ashamed.”

Zion, who bowed his head deeply, was genuinely remorseful.

‘Did my favorability level go down because I protected Zion?’

Was it because he couldn’t admit that he was being protected?

Even so, his favorability level went down, even though I saved him.

I was taken aback, but I forced a smile.

* * *

“Heynaaa!”

When I went back to the bedroom, Rose, who had arrived first, hugged me.

“I missed you!”

Her watery eyes were filled with concern. It had only been a few minutes since we were separated.

It was an intense reaction, as if she were meeting a friend she hadn’t seen in a long time.

“When did you two arrive?”

Dekir answered Zion’s question.

“We just got here too.”

“Was everything okay over there?”

“Okay, you say?”

While Zion was telling Dekir about being chased by the severed wrist…

“We’re going to go to the bathroom for a moment.”

Rose took me by the arm and led me out into the hallway.

Did we really have to go to the bathroom together?

I didn’t really need to go, but I obediently followed Rose, who would be scared to go alone.

Rose didn’t say anything as we walked to the bathroom. Given her personality so far, I thought she would tell me about what happened while she was with Dekir…

‘Maybe nothing happened?’

Rose locked the door as soon as she got into the bathroom.

Only then did I realize that her expression had been very dark ever since we came here, as I watched her fasten the lock with trembling hands.

“Rose, what’s wrong?”

“…. Heyna.”

Rose approached me and lowered her voice. “I have something to tell you.”

Why was she whispering in an empty bathroom with the door locked after asking me to come here?

Her expression was filled with a sense of foreboding, and it made me nervous for no reason.

“What is it?”

“…. Heyna, you said you’d known Dekir since you were kids, right?”

“Y-yeah. That’s right.”

“What kind of person was Dekir when you were kids?”

Why did Rose suddenly ask me about Dekir?

I had no idea, so I tried to brush it off.

“I don’t remember very well since it was so long ago….”

“Think hard about it!” Rose urged me.

“Umm… I think he has a similar personality now as he did then. He was a nice person who was affectionate, considerate, and took good care of others.”

I don’t know what kind of personality Dekir had when he was young.

However, based on what I’ve seen of him so far, I would guess that he was probably a gentle and mild-mannered child. “Did he ever get angry out of the blue or anything like that?”

“Huh? I don’t think so.”

“….”

Rose’s face darkened even more. “What’s going on, Rose? What happened with Dekir?”

“Actually…” Rose whispered in my ear. “I think something’s suspicious about Dekir.”

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