How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée - Chapter 100

※ This book contains depictions of coercive/dubcon/noncon acts, violence, and gore. Reader discretion is advised.

Wasn’t there even a death scene where he tortured and killed the protagonist? He was someone who killed people for fun. No one could guess just how cruelly he might torment and kill a woman who had deceived him.

“Hiic…”

Terrified, Cynthia let out a small sniffle as she tried to hold back her tears.

Can she really consider him, now that his memories have returned, to be the same person as when he had lost them? In Cynthia’s view, he was not. She was the only one who had grown attached. As for him, all he should have left was irritation at having been made a fool of by a liar.

And yet, no execution had been declared. When Cynthia, her eyes brimming with tears, glanced up at him, Segleninde was looking at her as if he were appreciating a painting. When their eyes met, the man’s graceful gaze curved with a pleasant smile.

He’d once said she was like a puppy, tossing and turning and whining in her sleep drenched in a cold sweat, but now, seeing her nervously watching for his reaction, she reminded him of a rabbit he’d once seen. Blow gently and she’d flop over on her back, squirming, then tuck that round little crown of her head deep under the covers and shiver.

She was, in any case, a human who excelled at being cute.

“Someone as tiny as you. There’s no way eating you would ever fill me up.”

“Hiek.”

So, was he actually thinking about eating her? Or was he planning on doing something even more horrifying than that?

Cynthia, who had no way of knowing what was going on in Segleninde’s mind, remained frozen in fear and terror.

From earlier, the way he kept glancing at her and licking his lips with a smile clearly seemed suspicious, as if he was enjoying imagining what kind of torture he’d inflict before killing her.

“…A promise is a promise. Since you behaved and ate quietly, should I tell you something you’d be curious about?”

What Segleninde soon shared was the truth about himself.

He was a being who had taken root in this land for an unfathomably long time. Humans had called him by many names, but the one most often used was the ‘Primordial Monarch’.

There was no particular time, he had simply existed in this world from the very beginning. Since the first primate learned to make fire, he had watched the birth and evolution of humanity, and had been here since ancient, unfathomable times.

Sometimes, humans had worshipped him. Other times, they had feared him and tried to kill him. But regardless of how they behaved or treated him, he had always been indifferent to those tiny creatures, and thus, had only rarely drawn on their life force as nourishment.

Then, at some point, he fell into a long sleep.

“The winters grew longer, there were more creatures living on land, and the air and water became so polluted that I figured I might as well just sleep for a while. And when I woke up, a lot of time had passed. Humans were wearing clothes, and they’d taken over all of my own territory.”

How old are you, exactly?

Cynthia’s mouth had been hanging open in shock for a while now, faced with a truth she hadn’t been able to learn even in the game.

In other words, he was a being verging on cosmic horror.

“What’s more, some—what were they called? Right, priests. These priests pulled a trick. They took a great deal of my power so I couldn’t interfere deeply in this world anymore. So, I’ve been recovering ever since.”

So, those priests were the true culprits.

Cynthia recalled what she had barely managed to memorize, even with repeated smacks to her calves and palms from her tutor at the Count’s house. A verse from the scripture came to mind.

How, thousands of years ago, the priests who served the sun had stretched their roots across the entire continent and sealed away a dreadful, ancient being slumbering beneath the earth.

It was a historically famous event, yet Segleninde himself described it with a tone like, ‘I woke up after a nap and threw my back out,’ so for Cynthia, it was hard to feel any sense of reality.

Even hearing the true nature of the being before her, the scale of it all was so unrealistic that she could barely grasp it.

To think that someone who appeared to be a beautiful young noble was, in truth, a non-human existence that killed people… No one would ever believe such a combination.

Moreover, from Segleninde’s perspective, it wouldn’t be strange if he didn’t much care for humans. He wakes from his slumber, only to find they’ve invaded his land and stolen his power. No wonder he committed massacres disguised as banquets.