I'm a Supporting Role in a Horror Game, Don't Kill Me

‘Come to think of it, Arbitche was said to die at home.

I opened the case notebook with hasty hands. In the case notebook, it was still said that Arbitche lived in the mansion she grew up in.

‘Then if I don’t live in the mansion, would I become a victim?’

All was going on under the premise that Arbitche would move her residence. Because I was just an NPC extra… Was it not calculated how Arbitche would think and act in a multi-faceted way?

‘If everything has changed on the assumption that I will move according to what I said and thought…’

It was worth a try. I hurriedly unpacked the luggage in the bag, arranged it like a person who would spend a long time here, and muttered into the air.

“Ah, it’s a really sweet job, but you should never resign. I will live here for a long time.”

I thought it was a meaningful experiment, but talking to myself aloud made me feel like an idiot. Then I opened the status window again.

[Residence: Lakers Rearmond Mansion]

My heart was beating fast. I opened the case notebook again. My eyes were very narrow, and I flipped through the case notebook with a trembling heart. The name Arbitche Green, which had been written next to the cluttered scrap articles, had disappeared. On top of the joy of not having to be sentenced to death immediately, I couldn’t help but despair. Because the only window to leave the old mansion where this killer lives is blocked.

‘Like it or not, it seems like living in this house is the only way to survive right now.’

What in the…

‘What is this… what.’

I laid down on the bed with a dejected smile. Then a knock was heard outside the door.

“Yes?”

I answered, but instead of opening the door, there was another noise.

Knock, knock.

“Ah, let’s go!”

When I hurriedly got up and opened the door, there stood the butler, Mrs. Blier, and a tall, dazzling, handsome man whose head seemed to touch the ceiling. Lakers Rearmond. It was the face I didn’t want to see the most right now. Lakers Rearmond was handsome enough to have contributed greatly to the huge increase in the reservation rate for <The Night of the Murderers, just by revealing his face for the first time. Even after it became a ruined game, everyone said that they would not refund because of his face. Fine and thin double eyelids, longer and thicker eyelashes than eyeliner, and deep gray eyes. He’s not even a good guy, but when I saw him attracting attention, I immediately thought that the production crew really honed their teeth and designed the character. But, fortunately or unfortunately, fear easily triumphed over admiration for beauty. Trying to hide my fear, I slipped back and lowered my eyes.

“Lord Lakers, what are you doing…?”

“Sorry for being late. I have something to tell you.”

Lakers’ cold eyes stared at me as if observing my gritted face, and after a moment of silence, I opened my mouth.

“It seems that suspicious things are happening within the fortress territory.”

“Ah yes…“

“I think Miss Green will be kind to me even if I don’t ask for it… Even if Shine and Luna feel frustrated, I want them to stay inside the mansion and take care not to go outside.”

Shine and Luna? I didn’t know who they were, but I could guess from the context that they were the children he was entrusting to Arbitche.

I nodded.

“All right.”

He looked at me incredulously, then spoke coldly.

“Miss Arbitche Green, don’t be sad when I say this, but listen. We didn’t invite Miss Green to do charity work. If you can’t do this, they just say you can’t.”

How could you be so speechless? I was offended, but given that Arbitche Green’s attitude had been lukewarm until now, it seemed like an understatement to say as an employer.

If it were the original Arbitche, he might have abandoned his work as soon as he heard this.

But I was not in that position. I had no place to go and no money outside this mansion, and in my situation, which made me a likely candidate for murder, I needed to somehow stick around for the time being. I couldn’t live like a foodie, so I had to do what I could. Fortunately, I was bored with tutoring when I was a college student, so I must be a person with experience. I raised my head and looked at him.

“No, Duke. I can. In the meantime, I was exhausted because my travel tiredness hadn’t resolved.”

“Is that so?”

“Now is the time to show off my skills… Aren’t you being too hasty?”

Lakers’ gray eyes looked at me as if they were seeing a strange creature for the first time.

As if he had heard something very unexpected, he narrowed his eyes and looked into my eyes for a long time before he gave a very small smile.

“Did you know how to do that?”

“What…?”

“You seem to be more fun than you think. Then, let’s look forward to that skill.”

The favorability of Lakers Rearmond has increased.

Lv.1 (12/189)

Favorability Quest: Meal with Shine and Luna

It was nice to see a rise in favorability in an unexpected place, but compared to other characters, it’s absurd that the required favorability to fill level 1 was so high. Besides, there’s even a quest…

‘The subject of the killer is varied, really.’

“Oh right. Will you be attending breakfast?”

“…yes? Ah, that is… Sure.”

In the <Night of the Murderers game, if there is a favorability quest, you must fulfill the quest conditions to progress to the next level of favorability.

‘Is this the same system?

‘In that case, you couldn’t say no. I couldn’t help but nod my head, which caused the Lakers to laugh maniacally. Was it my responsibility that laughter brought terror and death? I wouldn’t be able to control my expression if we had a bit more chat.

I thought I wanted to run away into the room, but fortunately Mrs. Blier stepped in before the Duke could open his mouth further.

“Master, there are many places to stop by again. Master wasn’t a talkative person, but he’s becoming more and more like the late master… Come on.”

Lakers seemed to have more to say, but he glanced at Mrs. Blier, who had begun to move his feet, and then nodded reluctantly.

“…Oh, right. Yes, thank you in any case, Miss Green.”

“Yes, I will take care not to let Shine and Luna go far.”

“Thank you.”

As soon as he left, the door was closed.

‘Phew.’

Then the tension was relieved.

‘How on earth did I live with a murderer in the same house?’

Even if he didn’t come to kill me on purpose, my heart would tremble, and I would die right away. After lightly washing and changing into comfortable slippers, I looked at Arbitche’s luggage spread out in the room one by one. Arbitche was either thrifty or poor, but it seemed that he didn’t have that much. Looking here and there in the drawers, closets, and bookshelves, there was no trace of hobbies besides the necessities of life. Clothes, hats, and shoes were frugal, and there was only one blanket, a bundle of letters, and class notebooks and books that seemed to be prepared for use in class. I turned over the letters tied with thin brown string and scanned the outer envelope. A few things were exchanged with my aunt. What kind of NPC subject has such an inside story, and there are all the settings one by one? At this point, wasn’t it oversetting? Sitting on the chair in front of the desk, I opened each letter I had skimmed through earlier.

My guess wasn’t wrong.

Both of my parents had died, and my only remaining relative, my aunt, treated me as her pack.

‘Also…’

If I had gone back to Green Mansion, I wouldn’t have been treated well.

“Oh wow, I’m outraged.”

Even by pretending, my aunt must have been sucking me down the spine. Everyone was in a hurry to take care of their own interests. There was no plausible information, and it just exploded inside. I quickly lost interest and turned to face my desk. The pile of letters was piled up on the bookshelf in front of the desk. Then, suddenly, I noticed that there was a small photo under the desk. It seemed to have fallen off when I looked at my class notes.

It was a picture of two children standing against the backdrop of an old mansion. The blond and silver-haired children resembled each other.

‘Are these children Shine and Luna?’

Judging by the haphazard arrangement of the photos, it seemed that Arbitche Green was quite unmotivated. She wasn’t even interested in children. It was only then that my gaze went to the children’s books piled up on the bookshelf. Were they using it in class? I guessed I would have to get ready to take care of the kids right away tomorrow.

In all kinds of training games, including Process Maker, the class part was played automatically and could even be skipped, but how come I had to teach in a horror game? I read each title one by one.

<The Witch and Bone and Flesh>, <The Curse of the Doll>, <The Man Who Was Ingested by the Dragon>, <Walpurgis Night>,, and so on.

Is this a real story or not? Can kids grow up after reading this, even if it is a horror game?

I didn’t know if they were books I’d read to my children a few times already. or books I’d inherited, but they were all stained.

‘It’s a really big deal, a big deal.’

I looked through the other textbooks, thinking that it would be much better to tell them the fairy tales I knew. Also, looking at my class notes, it seemed that they were just learning simple arithmetic and geography right now. If that’s the case, there wouldn’t be much of a problem. Thinking about how to spend time with the children tomorrow, I opened the case notebook and pulled out another blank piece of paper. After running the pen a few times, I jotted down just one line on the paper where I was supposed to write my plan.

[Surviving.]

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