How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée - Chapter 172

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

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Segleninde, who had just finished his work and come out at the perfect time, saw his woman running toward him in a rush from afar and ran to meet her in a single bound.

As soon as he opened both arms, he put his wife into his embrace first and hugged her tightly. Two arms were not enough, so he stretched out white tentacles too, and even mobilized clones he had summoned from somewhere to wrap Cynthia up completely. Only when every element of himself touched his beloved wife did he feel fulfilled.

With his mouth, he poured out complaints that didn’t suit him one after another.

“Where on earth did you go? I missed you this much… Say it with that mouth of yours, where were you thinking of going after leaving me behind? This frail and delicate husband of yours was on the verge of collapsing from fever because he couldn’t see even a single strand of your hair, and you don’t care whether I die or not, is that it?”

What a cold-hearted wife she was. Even the cold of the northern territory could not compare. Her heart was as chilly as a winter rose blooming in a snowfield. Bewitched by its beauty, he would reach out without even realizing he was getting frostbite, barely grasp a petal, then be buried in the cold snow and die.

Of course, Cynthia immediately furrowed her brows. It was truly a spectacle, with even his clones pretending to cry. It meant the shamelessness of this non-human husband of hers had reached its peak.

“Uuph! Mmph, bullsh—Ah, seriously!”

She had meant to yell back the moment their eyes met, asking what nonsense he was spouting, but how was she supposed to say anything when he had mobilized tentacles and even clones to hug her from all directions?

Only after Cynthia, who was on the verge of suffocating, waved her fists around to express her dissatisfaction did the tentacles and clones withdraw in a rush. Only Segleninde remained, standing there and hugging her tightly.

When she finally shook even him off by kicking his shin with force, she could finally breathe. Cynthia gasped for air first, then spoke to Segleninde, who was looking at her mournfully.

“This isn’t the time for this! Didn’t I destroy all the music boxes?”

Cynthia told him everything about the music box she had seen and the strange phenomenon.

Only then did Segleninde stop the nonsense he had been rambling on with and let his expression harden seriously. Cynthia had certainly destroyed all the music boxes that day, and after that, he had never made a new one.

Moreover, an object inside this mansion, inside his domain, whose very existence he had not perceived. Such a thing should have been impossible.

“I’ll go check it myself, so wait here. Stay with Melissa. Understood?”

After comforting the anxious Cynthia, he left only after seeing Melissa, who had heard the call, hurry over.

Segleninde quickly arrived at the greenhouse and found the music box in exactly the same place Cynthia had described.

“What on earth is this…”

He picked up the music box and examined it closely.

He had no memory of bringing this here with his own hands. To begin with, after Cynthia destroyed them all, he had not made any new music boxes, but now that he thought about it, he did seem to have made one spare long ago and put it away in storage.

But even so, Segleninde had not placed it in this location. Other than him, no being in the mansion could carelessly touch this music box, which contained the memory information that had stored Cynthia’s soul.

In other words, something else had interfered and caused this object to exist here. It had even deceived Segleninde’s eyes.

The culprit’s purpose was obvious. To screw him over.

“…How laughable.”

Whoever it was, he would not return them gently to their origin.

Segleninde began dismantling the power that composed the music box.

In any case, it had originally been an object that was one with his own power, so he only needed to dismantle all its elements and erase it by combining them back with his own power.

But in the process, Cynthia’s database, in other words, every memory of hers stored inside the music box, flowed into him.

From the moment when not ‘Sellie’, but ‘Segleninde’, killed Cynthia when she first set foot in this world.

“……”

It was a memory so cruel and horrible that merely seeing it was enough. All the more because it was the death of none other than Cynthia. And because the one killing her was himself.

The man who had come to pretend to die at even his wife’s bright smile or small glance had, back then, been focused only on ending her life before she could shed even a single tear. He had regarded her as no different from any other insignificant lesser creature and tried to take her as nourishment.

Even if he called her his wife, called himself her husband, and proudly went around claiming that they were bound to each other like sturdy vines, the fact that he had killed her did not change.