How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée - Chapter 5

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

Looking around once more, she saw that the room she was in now was also exceptionally lavish, giving off an unmistakable sense of a noble’s mansion interior.

If she wasn’t insane, then it was certain. She really had transmigrated as a character in that insane slasher horror game.

If she’d known this would happen, she never would have touched games at all. If the reward for persevering alone after losing her parents was to end up inside a horror game, Cynthia thought she might have lived a little less diligently. She would have stuck to other media, spending her time with healing, slice-of-life stories instead.

As Cynthia sank into gloom, a new message appeared before her eyes.

It was an explanation of the background story for the character she had transmigrated as.

Your name is ‘Cynthia Obel’.

You are the only daughter of the Obel Count family.

‘So my first name is now combined with my surname…’

Your life has not been an easy one.
Your father, Count Obel, is addicted to gambling, and has been gradually squandering the wealth that the ancestors of the Obel family built up with such effort.
What’s more, he committed adultery and fathered numerous illegitimate children, and eventually, the kind-hearted Countess Obel succumbed to illness and passed away.
You are the only one among his illegitimate children to reach adulthood, and possess the most beautiful and outstanding appearance. Count Obel raised you with more care than any of his other children.
To restore the family fortunes ruined by gambling debt, the Count has brought you here today, hoping to catch the eye of the Duke of Wincastle.
And now, the banquet has begun.

The moment she finished reading, unfamiliar memories that never should have existed began to flood Cynthia’s mind like a tide.

They were the twenty-three years of the life of ‘Cynthia Obel’.

The gentle Countess passed away early, and the young ‘Cynthia Obel’ lived with her incompetent, gambling-addicted father. Vowing to turn her into a proper lady, he scarcely fed her and raised her as a docile doll through something close to abusive education and punishment.

Flashes of Count Obel insulting her, striking her, or lashing out with his belt flickered past, making Cynthia unconsciously shrink back and tremble. Suddenly, a chill swept through her entire body.

Was this what it meant to have trauma etched into your flesh?

‘No, no. Get it together. I’m not really Cynthia Obel. I’m just an unfortunate soul who ended up transmigrating by accident!’

To clear her head, she slapped her cheeks and shook her head several times.

Her heart kept pounding, but thinking about it, the current situation was even more horrifying than those traumatic memories. After all, she was now inside the jaws of a monster that slaughtered people mercilessly.

Still, whether it was thanks to the ‘Calm’ or ‘Resignation’ stats included with her titles, Cynthia managed to calm down rather quickly.

Suddenly, a question crossed her mind.

The background explanation the system just showed matched exactly with the character settings she’d made when she first started ‘Coffin of the White Rose’. If so, had her appearance also changed to match her customized character?

It wasn’t really something to be curious about in a moment like this, but she felt she had to check, so she looked around for a mirror and spotted a full-length mirror placed in one corner of the room.

“Oh…”

For a moment, she even forgot her situation. It was a face as beautiful as any cliché.

Her long, silky, crimson curls reached down to her waist, the shade so pigmented it was almost blood-orange, giving off a somewhat mysterious hue.

Her pale gray eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, making her look a little aloof, but her full lips, the somewhat round shape of her fair face, and her thick brows left a lovely impression. Wearing a deep green dress that matched her red hair, her beauty was only further accentuated.

So far, it was just as she’d customized. But overall, her original features were faintly visible. It was like seeing an upgraded version of her real face.

‘…Okay, enough admiring. What am I supposed to do now?’

She had been so absorbed in admiring her new face that she almost forgot she was inside a slasher horror game.

With a tense expression, Cynthia turned to face the door. The faint sounds of commotion from outside suggested that the banquet was in full swing. Meaning, it was still the very beginning of the game.

None of the incidents had happened yet. The poor, unsuspecting guests were still enjoying the rare banquet at the ducal manor, none the wiser.

But soon, the slaughter would begin.

‘I have to get out of this mansion before that happens.’

Before stepping outside, she checked if the window in the room would open, but it didn’t budge.

She even tried swinging a chair to smash the window, but a message appeared: [Causing a disturbance in the ducal manor is forbidden.] And soon, the chair was flung away.

In the end, it seemed her only option was to go outside the room.