I Think I’m a Horror Game Villain - Chapter 82
Chapter 82
‘That’s strange.’
There were more than a few suspicious things about this guidebook for a simple instruction manual.
The most suspicious thing was rule number 12…
Huh?
Come to think of it, it really is strange.
I checked the 12th and 13th items of the guidebook again.
There is no number 12 in this guidebook.
Huh?
Come to think of it, this is really strange.
I checked the 12th and 13th rules of the guidebook again.
12.
13. There is no rule number 12 in this guidebook. If there is anything written in rule number 12, please contact the butler immediately.
As stated in rule number 13, number 12 was empty. I thought it was there earlier?
“Zion, isn’t this a little strange? Why would they include numbers 12 and 13 when there’s nothing to write?”
“Right. It doesn’t look like anything was written and then erased, so it seems like there was nothing there from the beginning…”
Tommy, who had been listening to me and Zion, chuckled and interjected.
“You fools. Can’t you tell just by looking?”
Tommy said in a low voice, as if he were revealing important information.
“It’s obvious. The person who gave the instructions to make the guidebook must have called out 13 at first, and then decided to reduce it to 11. At that time, the design of the guidebook was already finished, so they just left it as it is because it was too much trouble to modify it again.”
“Oh, come on, it can’t be that simple…”
“I don’t know about you guys, but in business, it’s not uncommon for things to go wrong because of a customer’s simple change of mind. The higher-ups are so self-willed. Isn’t that right, Grandpa Butler?”
Despite the disrespectful address, Pulse didn’t seem bothered at all and just chuckled.
“Yes, shamefully, Mr. Tommy is right.”
No way. Was it really because of such a ridiculous reason?
It’s hard to accept, but I decided to put aside the question of number 12 and 13 for now. Next is-
“Here, it says the library hours on number 8, but where is the library?”
If it’s a library within the mansion, there might be a record book with information about Clarence somewhere.
“The library is right next to the bathroom.”
If it’s next to the bathroom, it must be at the end of the right hallway. I guess I’ll have to go there tomorrow morning since it’s late today.
“Do you have any other questions?”
“No, I don’t have any.”
Following my answer, Zion and Tommy also said.
“I don’t have any either.”
“Me neither.”
“Please feel free to speak up if you have any questions. Then, I will go out and prepare dinner.”
“Come to think of it, I’m starting to get hungry. Grandpa Butler, hurry up and prepare it.”
Pulse went out to prepare dinner, and I started reading the guidebook from the beginning.
‘Something feels fishy…’
A strange guidebook that smells fishy just by looking at it. 13 suspicious rules that give a strangely creepy feeling.
There were too many things that didn’t make sense for it to be a simple guidebook.
My gaze, which had been slowly reading the text, stopped at one place.
There is no one named ‘Rose’ or ‘Dekir’ in this place.
It was a name I had seen for the first time today. Yet, it felt strangely familiar.
“Rose.”
As I repeated the name, an image was drawn in my mind.
Hair as red and flamboyant as a blooming rose. A woman as sensitive and prickly as the sharp thorns of a rose stem, yet as delicate as the soft petals that bloom at the end.
The image of someone who had been dishonest came to mind without my permission.
And…
“Dekir…”
When I said that name, my heart ached strangely.
A man with a cold appearance that reminded me of a vampire. A cold atmosphere emanating from his blood-red lips that seemed to only spit out sharp daggers, but a warm and sweet voice that was different from his cold demeanor.
The feeling of having forgotten someone I could always rely on and who I would never betray.
“Heyna?”
“Hey, Heyna.”
Zion and Tommy called me at the same time.
“What’s wrong? Is something wrong?”
“What? Why are you crying all of a sudden?”
Zion, who came up to me, handed me a handkerchief.
I’m crying? Me?
Only then did I feel the wet feeling of tears running down my cheeks.
“Why am I doing this…”
I quickly wiped away my tears with the handkerchief. But the tears that seemed to have broken down my tear ducts didn’t stop easily.
Zion carefully wrapped his arms around me and patted my back.
‘No. This isn’t it.’
There was a broader and warmer embrace than this. It was a bigger and more affectionate hand.
I cried for a long time, searching for someone I couldn’t even remember.
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