I Think I’m a Horror Game Villain - Chapter 42
Chapter 42
“No, love? Dekir is just a friend.”
“Since Heyna loves me the most, that brother is second.”
“Yeah, that’s right!”
I quickly answered because I was worried that the child would ask again, ‘Do you like Dekir? Or do you like me?’
The child smiled brightly, seemingly satisfied.
And Dekir…
‘Ugh.’
His expression, which was already dark, became even darker.
His eyes, which had always been gently curved, were sharp like those of a beast that had just woken up. There was something murderous in his blood-red eyes.
I asked Dekir in a whisper that only he could hear.
“Hey, Deki, are you mad?”
“……”
Dekir glanced at me and twisted the corners of his mouth. It wasn’t his usual gentle smile. His crooked smile, which seemed to be suppressing his anger, gave me goosebumps for some reason.
“No, why would I be mad about something like this?”
“R-really?”
“Yes, Heyna. Unlike Tommy, I’m not your lover, and I’m fine with being your second best friend.”
‘It doesn’t seem fine at all.’
There were thorns in every word he said, which was short and curt.
“I don’t care about such trivial things at all.”
[‘Dekir’s favorability toward ‘Heyna’ has decreased by 1.]
‘Don’t say that! It’s obvious that your favorability has drop.’
I thought that Dekir would be understanding and generous because it was an unavoidable situation, but I was wrong.
“What are you two whispering about?”
The child, who was dissatisfied with me talking to Dekir alone, grumbled in a sulky voice.
Dekir, who was angry, and the child, who was pouting with a sullen expression.
I was caught between the two…
‘Let’s appease Dekir first!’
I decided to take care of Dekir first, rather than the child whom I would never see again after saving Tommy.
I whispered even more quietly so that the child wouldn’t hear me.
“Deki, what I said just now wasn’t sincere.”
“I know. I understand.”
‘But you don’t look like you understand at all?’
Since I didn’t have time to persuade him at length, I decided to use force.
“In the first place, Tommy isn’t my type. I hate guys who are so self-centered and hot-tempered. Don’t you remember what I said about my ideal type yesterday?”
“I remember. You said you like a reliable and mature man.”
“…Yeah, that’s right.”
I didn’t know that he would remember my words so accurately.
That means Dekir is interested in me, right?
“That’s right. I like mature men like Deki.”
At those words, my cheeks flushed slightly. I had only said those words to appease Dekir, but it felt like I had actually confessed my feelings.
I felt embarrassed for no reason and looked away.
“…Heh.”
I turned to Dekir at the sound of a short laugh…
“Was that a confession just now?”
Dekir, who had returned to his usual gentle and affectionate self, was smiling.
The cold aura he had been exuding, as if he could easily kill someone, had completely disappeared.
I was only able to relax after I confirmed that his tone was playful.
[‘Dekir’s favorability toward ‘Heyna’ has increased by 1.]
Thank goodness. His favorability went up again.
“Why are you ignoring me!”
The child, who I had forgotten about while trying to clear up the misunderstanding with Dekir, shouted angrily.
Unable to control his anger, the child threw the Tommy doll. The Tommy doll that had been thrown to the floor rolled a few times and stopped in front of Dekir’s feet.
‘Tommy!’
“What is this trash?”
Dekir kicked the doll away, looking annoyed.
“No!”
I tried to pick up the Tommy doll that had rolled on the floor and hit the wall, but….
“Heyna, why are you trying to pick up something like that?”
Dekir stopped me.
“Something like that? That doll is Tommy!”
“Oh, that?”
“Yes. That child said she turned Tommy into a doll.”
“Is that right? I had no idea.”
For some reason, the tone of his voice while responding now sounded unnatural, like he was reading a textbook.
Am I just imagining things?
“Go get it back quickly.”
I left Tommy the doll with Dekir and soothed the sulking child.
“I’m sorry. I just have something to talk to Dekir about for a moment.”
“Talking to that brother is more important than me?”
“No, of course not. How could anything be more important than my best friend?”
“Then why did you ignore me?”
“I’m sorry. Were you really hurt because I ignored you?”
I cautiously approached the child and neatly fixed her disheveled one-piece dress. The child was still pouting, but she didn’t reject my touch.
“Humph, I’ll let you off the hook just this once.”
“Thank you. You’re such a good girl.”
Seeing her smile bashfully at my compliment, I knew she’s just an ordinary little girl who’s a bit jealous.
‘Plus, she seems to really like me, so….’
If I persuade her nicely, won’t she turn Tommy back to normal?
“Um, you know.”
“Hmm?”
“Is there any way my friend, Tommy, can be turned back to his original form?”
“There is! Normally it wouldn’t be possible, but I’ll do it specially because you asked, sister.”
Thank goodness. There’s a way to turn him back into a human!
“But sister.”
“Hmm?”
“Why haven’t you been calling me by my name?”
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