I Think I’m a Horror Game Villain - Chapter 68
Chapter 68
This was an unexpected hurdle.
‘I don’t know why Tommy is suddenly acting like this, but it’s okay. If it’s Dekir, he’ll definitely come up with a good reason to convince Tommy.’
My faith was…
“Why should I explain that to you, Tommy?”
My faith was completely shattered by Dekir’s reply.
‘Dekir?’
Dekir’s voice was as gentle as usual, but his tone was oddly sharp.
“Huh?”
Tommy sneered with an absurd expression.
“You’ve been pretending to be nice all this time, but this is your true nature, isn’t it?”
“I’ve never really been nice, but I guess I seemed like I was pretending to be nice in your eyes.”
“Yeah. You can fool other people, but you can’t fool me. I’ve dealt with a lot of nobles who hide their true nature and put on a show.”
Why are they suddenly fighting!
I wanted to jump in and mediate right away. But I couldn’t do anything because the penalty time wasn’t over yet.
I couldn’t help but fidget, grabbing Dekir’s collar.
‘Dekir, calm down. Our priority now is to get out of here.’
Dekir had always been good at reading my mind, even without me saying anything. So, I gave him a pleading look, hoping he would read my mind again…
“Hypocrisy. Aren’t you the same, Tommy, for not being honest about your feelings?”
Dekir didn’t seem to have any intention of giving in to the argument with Tommy.
“You have nothing to say, so now you’re talking nonsense. I’m not like you guys, I hate saying things I don’t mean.”
“Really?”
Dekir narrowed his eyes at Tommy’s reply. His ruby-colored eyes, half-covered, shone sharply as if they could see through a person’s heart.
“From what I’ve heard so far, it seems like you really hate nobles, Tommy.”
“Of course I do. How can I not hate those arrogant bastards who act like their innate status proves their worth?”
“Then you must have hated me and Zion too.”
“Yeah. I didn’t like either of you from the beginning. Like I said earlier, I can see it. You’re just acting to hide your dirty nature.”
“What about Heyna?”
Why is my name suddenly coming up here?
Tommy seemed to have the same thought as me, his expression bewildered.
“Why can’t you answer?”
Dekir looked at Tommy’s dumbfounded face as if he couldn’t believe it and urged him to answer.
“Do you not hate Heyna?”
Tommy, who had been hesitating to answer, soon replied curtly.
“No. That woman is the same. She pretends to be innocent, but she must be hiding something.”
My heart sank.
‘He’s surprisingly sharp.’
I hadn’t been wary of Tommy because he was simple and ignorant, but I’ll have to be careful from now on.
“Does that mean you hate Heyna too?”
No, Dekir. Why do you keep obsessing over that question!
I felt like the intention behind his question was to get the answer ‘I hate Heyna’ out of Tommy’s mouth.
‘Why would Dekir go out of his way to do that….’
Suddenly, one reason came to mind.
No way.
Because I told him I loved Tommy before, right?
‘No way. Would he really pick a fight with Tommy over such a trivial reason, knowing that we might drown and die if the room fills with water?’
“Yeah. I hate Heyna too.”
And then I saw it.
The moment Tommy’s answer fell, Dekir’s lips quivered faintly, and his eyes, which had been expressionless all along, curved slightly.
‘Was it really just for that reason? To hear Tommy say he hates me?’
Maybe Dekir was more narrow-minded and vengeful than I thought.
Now that you’ve heard the answer you wanted, was it over?
I hoped Dekir would just let it go at this point. But my wish was not granted.
“One last question. Do you hate Rose too?”
“….”
A flicker of hesitation crossed his dark blue eyes.
Tommy, who had answered without hesitation when asked if he hated Zion and Dekir, seemed bewildered when asked if he hated Heyna.
But when asked if he hated Rose, he showed hesitation that I had never seen before.
“How long are you going to keep asking this useless question!”
Tommy shouted.
“What’s the point of all this!”
His agitated voice betrayed his emotional turmoil.
“It’s important.”
“So, what’s the point….”
“It seems to me that you, Tommy, are also not being honest about your feelings.”
“….”
Shaky eyes. Lips that opened and closed repeatedly, unable to make a sound. Fingers that fidgeted helplessly.
It was definitely the kind of behavior one would expect when asked how they felt about someone they liked.
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