How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain's Fake Fiancée - Chapter 10
When he was asleep, he looked like a statue, but with his eyes open, his face, now imbued with life, gave an impression both unreal and cold. And yet, he was so beautiful, almost holy, that he could be compared to an angel.
Was it that he had no intention of harming her, or was he just waiting for her to say something so he could use it as a signal to kill her? Cynthia, unable to read the villain’s intentions at all, watched him with a rigid gaze, but finally broke the silence, unable to endure it any longer.
“…Y-You were pretending to be asleep just now, weren’t you?”
At least in the early parts of the game, the villain was depicted as an extremely polite gentleman.
Even if it was only an act to keep the sacrificial guests he’d lured to the banquet in place—and later on, he’d chase the protagonist and her allies while laughing coldly and showing only a terrifying side—at this point in the story, he shouldn’t treat a noble lady harshly.
Besides, if he really intended to kill her, he would have done so the moment her lips touched him. He was definitely the type to do it. So, if he was doing nothing right now, it meant there was still a chance to get out alive.
‘So as long as I talk my way through this…!’
But then Cynthia realized she had misunderstood something.
The duke, who had been staring at her with a sharp, unreadable gaze, suddenly made an expression that could only be described as murderous. Like a crack appearing on the brow of an angelic statue, his face twisted.
“…I stayed still, just to see what the hell you were up to, but who the hell are you to just go and molest someone like that?”
‘What?’
Each word landed in her ears like a nail being hammered in.
That unreal, beautiful face now twisted, he looked more like a thug than anything else. It was nothing like the speech or expressions that nobles, who valued decorum above all, would use.
He let out a long sigh, then swept his shimmering, long silver hair back with one hand and even yawned. The polite demeanor he’d shown earlier in the game—smiling at the banquet guests, treating even the daughters of lesser noble families with courtesy—was nowhere to be found.
In short, he looked like someone with a truly nasty temper.
“Damn it, of all places to fall asleep, why did it have to be here? My whole body’s stiff… Anyway, what’s with you? Who are you to dare touch me with your lips?”
“Uh, well, I, um…!”
Well, if the true nature of this psycho serial killer, who enjoyed killing people in all sorts of ways, was just being a rude brute who didn’t even know basic manners, that would make a kind of sense. Still, this was just too different from what she remembered. He wasn’t the type to reveal his true nature so openly.
While Cynthia was left speechless, her mouth just opening and closing, the duke raked his tangled silver hair back again with a sigh of annoyance and rose from his seat. Cynthia, watching him, had to tilt her head back further and further.
Endlessly.
Even in the game, where he was depicted only in pixel form, he seemed a head taller than anyone else. In reality, he was truly gigantic. Whether before or after possession, Cynthia, whose height was average for a Korean woman, had to crane her neck just to look at him.
She was horrified. Just the thought that this giant would soon start chasing people down to kill them sent chills all over her body.
The blood-red eyes looking down at her, who barely came up to the middle of his chest, were tinged with a faint, cold smile.
“I’ll ask again. Who are you?”
The force in his voice made it clear that if he had to ask a third time, he’d tear her apart. Yet, his expression looked strangely pleased. He even looked delighted, as if he was already imagining killing her in his mind.
