How a Nuisance Character Survives in a Horror Game - Chapter 48
“I can’t even get out.”
If I really got out, it wouldn’t be so unfair.
I muttered sincerely while looking at Holloway who was suspicious.
“I don’t know why I was moved. I wish I knew…”
The reason this damn system came out.
[The distance between Holloway and you has been shortened.]
[The possessiveness and obsession that had been rising sharply have been restored to their original levels.]
[Possessiveness has decreased by 11%.]
[Obsession has decreased by 12%.]
[Anxiety symptoms have decreased by 15%.]
[The difference between possessiveness and obsession has become less than 10%. The ending ‘A Miserable Life of Making the Demons Jealous’ has been revoked.]
There is no normal route at all?
No. There must be one. It seems that all routes are like this because of Holloway.
“You didn’t mean it, did you, Sister?”
I decided to show off my acting skills that rivaled those of a famous actor for Holloway, who still had doubts about me.
First, I distorted my face as if I was crying…
“Did you see something bad inside?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your face looks really angry.”
Why does it look like I’m angry when I distort my face as if I’m crying…
I ignored the criticism of my expression and opened my mouth.
“What did I mean? This hotel is really weird. I’m an ordinary person with no magic, and they’re moving me around on their own…”
I would have liked them to move me outside, but since they were just doing it as a penalty, I wasn’t very happy about it.
“That’s right. You really have nothing, though.”
You underestimate me too much, you know.
“But what about Miss Cynthia?”
“I-I’m here…”
Cynthia, who had appeared before I knew it, stumbled around, gasping for breath, and eventually collapsed.
And then, looking at Holloway, she opened her mouth as if she felt a little resentful.
“Why do you run so fast?”
“Miss Cynthia is wondering, you have short legs, but why are you so fast?”
“So that’s not what you wanted to say, is that?”
The roundabout way failed.
I thought Holloway would be upset, yet instead, he held my hand tightly and smiled gently.
“But since I found you, I’ll let it slide this time!”
“Uh, huh…”
Although it sucks, thank you so much…
I turned on the map after seeing the blood on Cynthia’s clothes.
If you’re going to take someone in pain with you, you have to treat them first.
“Let’s find a potion and treat yourself first.”
I held out my hand to Cynthia, who was sitting down, telling her to get up. Cynthia gave me something else instead of her hand.
Grrr.
“Are you hungry just looking at me?”
“…B-Because I keep unable to eat.”
This time, Cynthia blushed and turned her head, feeling a little embarrassed.
That can’t be helped.
“Let’s go to the nearby dining room.”
There’s a small potion on the way, so I should at least give first aid to that wound.
“Don’t cook, Sister.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t.”
“Why.”
But I can’t leave it up to you or Cynthia, you know.
She grew up more noble than me, so she wouldn’t even be able to boil soup. I wondered if she even knew how to put water on the table.
Holloway lost his temper without explaining the reason to me who was arguing.
“Don’t!”
“Don’t go on a tantrum…”
I muttered quietly, looking into the air.
I don’t have the confidence to scold him openly.
If he can hear it, it’s good, but if he can’t hear it, nothing can be done.
“Does it seem like a tantrum?”
He heard it.
“I understand that you don’t want to tell anyone about my cooking skills.”
“That’s why, don’t.”
It was a joke, though.
Maybe because the emotional level was high, Holloway treated me generously.
That’s why everyone is so focused on favorability even with their sullen faces.
How fun.
First, we’ll eat, find some potions, and go look at the picture again.
Actually, I could see the picture in the game window, but even though the numbers went up by more than 30%, there was no particular reaction.
I thought I should probably go and see it myself, so I decided to go.
But if there’s no change, there’s nothing I can do.
There’s a mountain of things to do.
“Miss Cynthia, there’s nothing I can do. There’s a saying, ‘Each person for themself.'”
“…What?”
“Do it yourself.”
I changed my words as if I was turning my hand over.
Now that I think about it, I saved her life. Yet now I have to make food for her.
It’s unfair. If Cynthia had a conscience, she wouldn’t ask me to do it.
I had to raise Holloway’s favorability level as much as possible without getting on his nerves.
Even though the emotional level was quite high, judging by the fact that the route he took was so brutal, I had to work a little harder.
Cynthia looked a little shocked.
Was it really that shocking that I didn’t cook for her?
“Miss Cynthia?”
“Of course, I thought someone would do it.”
Even I would think someone would do it for me if I were a princess, so I wonder if Cynthia is disappointed.
She had lived a life where receiving was a given, so she could do it.
***
A fresh salad that you don’t often see in horror games, a luxurious baked potato with butter, and even a sweet potato that I steamed.
I was deeply conflicted about whether I should applaud the demons who prepared so much for humans, even though they didn’t have to eat it themselves.
Even in the midst of all that, except for the sweet potatoes, Holloway prepared everything on his own, and he was much better at it than I was.
Holloway’s words that he only knew how to prepare ingredients were all blatant lies.
All I did was try to check if the sweet potatoes were cooked or not with Holloway’s finger.
“A lot has been prepared, but just eat a little.”
Holloway skillfully ignored my shameless words.
Cynthia seemed to be cooking alone and burning down the dining room, so she helped me out a little.
“Just eat a little.”
I tried to snatch the plate from Holloway’s face, but pushed it back at him as he stared at me.
“I’m just joking.”
“You’re so relaxed even though you’re here, Sister.”
“That’s because I’m basically an optimist. If my mood were to sink in a place like this, it would be harder.”
My personality was such that I wouldn’t be shocked by anything.
I held on with the mindset of ‘I’ll get through it somehow’ and the will to live.
While I was chatting with Holloway, Cynthia, who had finished her meal, cautiously asked me.
“Evelin, shouldn’t we have a little conversation?”
It must be about Suriel.
I had deliberately kept the topic from being brought up, but I didn’t know that she would be the first to bring it up.
It wasn’t easy for someone who had been in a life-threatening situation to come to their senses right away.
It was even harder for the person who had been involved in the incident to bring it up.
Although Cynthia pretended not to, her body was trembling weakly.
I also had many questions.
“Miss Cynthia, did Sir Alholf call you, Princess? When you came in here.”
“That’s right. How did you know?”
As expected. I wondered, but it turned out to be like that.
Although it wasn’t certain, it seemed like the demons didn’t have any good feelings toward the nobles of the Vallone Empire.
Of course, it was just my assumption, but I had a feeling that it had some kind of connection to the Imperial Family.
It could be the Imperial Family who got them trapped here.
Someone might have summoned a demon to the island, and the Imperial Family might have blocked the island to prevent the people from being harmed.
Though I don’t know who built the hotel…
If it was really the Imperial Family who blocked the island’s access, then it makes sense that their hatred would be directed at Cynthia.
Of course, it doesn’t make sense to blame the Imperal Family for what they did wrong, but as I’ve said before, these guys don’t understand common sense.
And it’s not even certain yet.
“We’ll talk about the rest of the story later when everyone gathers.”
It’s better to talk about it once than twice.
There will be other situations where we have to get together and talk.
We’ve never really talked about this hotel properly because we’re busy avoiding the monster.
“Let’s put together the pieces we’ve gathered while talking to others.”
I can’t do it, but Cynthia is smart, so she’ll figure it out.
As expected, Cynthia was still trying too hard, so she quietly muttered a thank you to me and hugged me with her trembling body.
Then I glanced at Holloway. He was opening his mouth like he didn’t care at all.
He asked me to put food in it.
As he asked, I shoveled a lot of the salad in front of me and stuffed it into his mouth.
“It’s too big.”
“My hands are big, so that’s why.”
Holloway tilted his head while touching my hand.
“It’s small.”
Wouldn’t that be yours?
***
We were now in room 201. I got a potion on the way here and sprayed it on Cynthia’s wound.
Fortunately, the wound had healed, and Cynthia must have been tired, so she fell fast asleep on the sofa without washing.
“Sister, right now.”
“What’s right now?”
“Leave her alone and run away.”
Holloway must have thought I was trash.
“We can’t.”
“Why?”
“Miss Cynthia has no sin.”
“Sin?”
“Every time you nitpick, tears come out of my eyes.”
Don’t do that, please.
Holloway nodded, holding back a laugh.
“I understand.”
You really do, right?
“But why did we come all the way around to this room?”
“The painting is the only clue. I want to see it properly again. Ah, but if you don’t want to, I won’t.”
I looked at Holloway nervously, even though it was more than 30%, yet he readily agreed.
“You can look. But how can you do that when she’s lying down?”
“I’m just pushing the sofa a little bit, what?”
I pushed the sofa, not caring whether Cynthia was sleeping or not. The painting was still there underneath.
Now, let’s see.
The face was painted red all over, and the blade was stuck right into the face of a grown man.
They don’t look happy, but if they’re named ‘Happy Us’, then they’re probably family.
“Do you know what that is?”
“Isn’t this guy doing something bad, that’s why he’s stabbed with a blade?”
It may sound simple, but Holloway couldn’t possibly be talking nonsense.
He’s good at lying, but somehow I felt like I shouldn’t let it go unheard.
“That could be true. Then who drew it? Did one of these two draw it? But usually, only children don’t draw like this.”
“If it’s someone who likes to draw, they can.”
Are you going to say something so meaningful?
I didn’t really get anything out of it…
All I got was that the person who drew this was one of those two, and that they liked to draw?
I’m not sure if this is true because Holloway said it vaguely.
[When Holloway’s emotion level was over 30%, you looked at the ‘Happy Us’ picture together.]
[Story fragments collected!]
[‘Human Magic’ fragments collected.]
Human Magic…
‘Humans with magic?’
The picture depicted humans generating blue flames. And with faces that looked like they were about to die.
The blue flames were magic, and I guessed that they were exploited if they had such miserable faces.
[A total of 10 story fragments have been collected. The story titles are revealed.]
At the same time, the story title that was originally a question mark became blurred and changed into text.
[‘The Secret of the Island’]
As expected, the fragments I’m collecting now are the Secret of the Island.
But what does the ‘Happy Us’ painting have to do with those pieces?
Shouldn’t there be a hint related to that painting? Why are there only stories about the island?
For the main character of the painting to be the sacrificial lamb, there seemed to be quite a few victims in the sculpture.
Could it be a painting drawn by one of them?
But if we were to go that route, Holloway wouldn’t be overreacting.
I pushed the collected pieces aside.
“Hmm, I can’t understand even if I look at it.”
“That’s right.”
There’s a limit to inferring from pictures and words.
Since there weren’t many empty fragments, I thought all the empty spaces would be filled soon.
By the way, his favorability rating has gone up this much, but why can’t I unlock a room?
“Holloway, is there a room you want to show me?”
“You want a room?”
[Holloway wants to tell you about ‘A Huge and Magnificent Room just for You.’]
What’s a huge and magnificent room for me?
[A birdcage, for example.]
…You’re telling me I’m going to be locked up, you know.
“No.”
“It’s too bad.”
[The ‘Splendid and Beautiful Lockup Life’ route is canceled by a hair’s breadth.]
[(=༎ຶ ㅈ༎ຶ=)(=༎ຶ ㅈ༎ຶ=)(=༎ຶ ㅈ༎ຶ=)]
Were you so sorry that you had to express your true feelings like that?
Storyteller Lipzoldyck's Words
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