How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée - Chapter 103

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

In fact, even if Segleninde decided to host a banquet every few years and consume people as his nourishment, it wasn’t really Cynthia’s place to intervene.

More precisely, while she did find it unsettling to watch someone die right before her eyes, Cynthia didn’t possess the sense of duty to risk her own life to save others. Just like any ordinary person.

In the end, even when she desperately ran away with the magic device in the final moment, it was for her own escape, and the fact that others managed to survive was merely incidental.

If this were reality, maybe it’d be different, but this was inside a game. No matter how many people died, they were all just characters in the game. Made up of zeroes and ones.

However, right now, Cynthia’s very life was in Segleninde’s hands.

The being before her was far too dangerous to be considered mere zeroes and ones, and in truth, Cynthia was no different from a prisoner locked up in his mansion. Count Obel was not the sort of person to risk his life to return to the ducal manor just to retrieve his daughter after barely escaping.

What options could possibly exist for a captive whom no one would come to find?

‘To put it simply, he’s telling me to become a s*x slave.’

And at this point, there were not even any quests or choices appearing. There was simply no way to escape.

Cynthia clenched her fists tightly on her lap. Seeing this, Segleninde held back a laugh. The way she balled up her little fists like fluffy cotton was just too cute.

Cynthia let out a sigh, lifted her head, and took a moment to look around the room. The interior was so luxurious it was almost ostentatious. By any measure, this was no ordinary guest room. It was far grander than ‘Cynthia Obel’s’ room in the Obel Count’s estate, too.

The fact that she hadn’t been dumped unconscious into a dungeon or thrown into an iron cage, and had instead been brought here, combined with the way he’d treated her so far, suggested that Segleninde still had at least some affection left for her.

Even if she was being kept by his side as nothing more than a vessel for nourishment, perhaps her treatment wouldn’t be so bad.

‘As long as I’m not treated like in that dream… maybe this is better than dying.’

“If all I have to do is supply you with life force, then that’s all, right?”

“As long as you don’t lie to me again.”

Segleninde smiled. Thinking about being treated as a s*x slave by a man she had cared for filled Cynthia with despair, but she nodded her head with a resigned, calm expression.

But after a moment’s pause, he added,

“…And if you come to like staying here, I’m thinking I might make your lie come true.”

“What… lie?”

“The lady of this house.”

For a brief moment, there was silence.

At the end of it, Segleninde muttered, voice sounding a little husky.

“…Instead of being a fake fiancée, try becoming my real fiancée.”

A faint flush crept over his face. He even turned his gaze away from Cynthia, as if avoiding her eyes.

This time, Cynthia really felt the sense of discord. He had just been talking about treating her like a s*x slave, but now he was saying something about a real fiancée? And there was another thing she couldn’t understand.

‘It’s a bit late to notice, but… why does he seem so human?’

He should know by now, after regaining his memories, just how ancient a being he is. So why does he hesitate, fumble for words, and act so much like a human?

How could a being who has existed on this earth since before humanity, who has cruelly killed humans and fed on their life force, behave and react in such a human way?

When she tried to ask that question, the words just wouldn’t come out, so Cynthia asked something else instead.

“…I betrayed you with my lie, right? So why are you treating me well? Why did you keep me alive? Not that I mind being alive, but… I just don’t get it.”

“Is that really something you need to ask? Damn it, can’t you just accept it?”

But Cynthia soon came to understand all the doubts she’d felt about him. Segleninde’s face was fully flushed red now, his brow furrowed.

“No… no, damn. I really can’t change this damn way of speaking.”

He muttered, then sighed as if he had no choice but to say it.

“…There are so many things you don’t like.”

“…….”

“If I want you to like me, what am I supposed to do? Just like I rambled on about my memories before, tell me now too. Tell me a lot. That way… you won’t try to run away from me.”