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

When I entered the bathroom, I looked at the mirror for a while. My face, with emerald hair and sweat-soaked clothes, had been very damaged over the past few days. So much so that I understood why the doctor told me to keep an eye on it. I hadn’t eaten properly for the past few days and I was sweating a lot, so my cheeks were sunken and my face was pale.

‘I guess I was really unwell. I can’t believe you collapsed outside.’

I wasn’t foolishly pushing myself to go to the police station.

‘But I’m glad the officers found it and contacted the Lakers. What would have happened if not…’

I leaned my hand carelessly against the mirror, and a black man in a mask materialized and vanished from view. located in a little alleyway with torrential rain. Was that dream at all? But regardless of how hard you try, the reality remains that this is only a dream. That’s what I assumed. I wouldn’t have woken up this way if it weren’t for that. as everything would have been reset. I wouldn’t have had the strength to resist at that point. But at the very instant my recollection was jolted, I believed I heard footsteps. If that was a dream at all, I wondered.
‘That person must have been the officer who contacted the Lakers. ‘I need to know who it is so I can say thank you.’

I pressed my hand against my still dizzy head and checked the incident log to see if anything had changed during the time I had been lying down. The first page also contained information related to the suspect.

[Prime suspect: Morrison Alter (newspaper delivery man)

The sixth case, Hunt, has not been seen in the vicinity, but testimony is being collected.]

Although no additional evidence was released, it did not appear that the charges were dropped.

‘The investigation is still taking the wrong direction.’

I clicked my tongue and flipped through the notebook, and on the next page, the same clippings of the article I had seen before appeared. Among those clippings was an updated coverage of Catherine Hunt’s home. A story about a magic circle drawn with candle wax was also written in the new evidence section. I bit my lip tightly. When I thought of her miserably dried and twisted body, I felt like I would shed tears again. I really didn’t want to see the next victim come out anymore. I turned my gaze to the list of likely victims written on the right and stopped.

[Possible victim: Monica Paulo

Residence: Royal family

Note: Colleague, cooperating with investigation into Wayne Iss’ disappearance. He said he received a letter with a picture of a crow.]

Monica. She was the character sacrificed next to Catherine Hunt in the story. Even though the next possible victim being written down in this notebook was something I had already experienced in the game, I stared at the page for a long time as if it was my first time experiencing it.

‘I remember Monica was a royal maid… How did she, a royal maid, happen to be killed?’

After she was slain in the game, my main concern was gathering clues rather than trying to understand the character better. I was unable to recall the specifics. I closed the journal, biting my lip out of habit.

“I’ll let Monica know in advance if I ever get the chance to visit the royal family.”

the opportunity to visit the royal family. Abruptly, I recalled that the princess had invited me to an event that led to a royal supper. I hurried back to the room, forgetting I was going to take a shower. Luke was still sipping tea in my living room, wondering if his earlier statement was a joke.

“Luke.”

“Is something wrong? More than that, Ms. Green, your clothes…”

“Yes? Or rather, when is the royal banquet? It didn’t pass by while I was asleep, did it?”

When I interrupted what Luke was saying and shot him urgently, he raised his eyebrows and then slightly dropped them.

“I thought you just said that you didn’t want to go too far…”

“All right. So, when is it?”

“It’s in a week.”

When I smiled happily, he curled his lips in disapproval.

“I see you are planning to attend.”

“Sure!”

“Do you really need to go?”

“Sure. A royal banquet is a girl’s dream. That gorgeous dress… Dancing… Anyway, all that stuff.”

As if my excuses weren’t all that believable, Luke shook his head up and down with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

“Great. On the condition that you accompany me instead.”

‘I’m going to rescue victims from Luke, so go with Luke…?’

I looked at him in shock.

“I’m the only one invited.”

“I’m always invited, so don’t worry. More than that, Ms. Green, your clothes…”

No, that’s true, but… Why did the princess invite Luke?

I answered once more, cutting off my employer’s words.

“The princess would like to be a partner with Luke. I don’t want to intrude without notice.”

“It wouldn’t be a good idea for the princess to be my partner. Well, if Miss Green doesn’t like these conditions, I’d like to ask her not to attend…”

It was a nice ‘please’, but if you didn’t like it, you wouldn’t be allowed to attend. Looking at him being quite strong, it seemed like I could never go my own way.

‘…I can’t help it.’

I nodded with a long sigh.

“All right. Instead, you should let me do my personal social activities there.”

“As for your personal social activities, are there any people you’ve noticed?”

“Sure. Am I also a woman who dreams of love? I need to find a romantic partner and make friends.”

Luke heard me and laughed.

“Hmm, well. I hope you find someone who catches your eye.”

‘It’s amazing.’

When I look at Luke’s proud face every day, didn’t it seem that no one would grab my attention?
Though I wasn’t sure if I was overthinking things, his slanted smile made me feel as though I wasn’t altogether off base. In any case, I was relieved that I still had time to visit the royal castle and that the meal would still be held. I recalled Monica vanishing prior to her demise. That day was still a far off. I nodded, trying to gather my thoughts, and felt Luke’s eyes on me. I rubbed my cheek, wondering if he had something on it, as I glanced at him.

“…why?”

“I thought that if you keep showing up in front of me dressed like that, there will be rumors about you before we even have a chance to socialize. It doesn’t matter to me…”

“Yes? What do you mean, dressed like that?”

I took a quick look down. Sweat seeped through the pure white dress, which appeared to have been changed while lying down on the bed, and covered in a heavy blanket. I thought it was a reasonably thick piece of clothing, but the water-soaked fabric clung to my body so tightly that my body’s shape was obvious even in the low light of the room.

“…oh my god.”

I felt my face turning bright red. I covered my body with one hand and glared at him as much as I could before turning around and running into the bathroom.

‘…Perverted bastard!’
You ought to have discussed it sooner if you were aware of that. Putting aside small grievances, like the fact that I kept interrupting him, I covered my flushed cheeks to hide my blush. I attempted to quickly take a shower, assuming that the Lakers were waiting, but my perspective was quickly altered upon seeing a bathtub filled with water. I was unsure of how long I had been using the water, but when I submerged my hand in the wooden bathtub, the warm water seemed perfectly balanced around my palm. In the world of this game, an ambiguous magic similar to alchemy has been developed, and the technique that I liked the most was maintaining the temperature of the soup.

‘Whether you wait or not, do whatever you want.’

I quickly changed my mind, threw off my soaked pajamas, and quickly took a dip in the bathtub. After rinsing off with warm water, Lakers was seen with his nose stuck in a newspaper.

‘How long do you really plan on staying in my room?’

At this point, I felt more annoyed than scared. As I glared at him in shock, I heard the sound of a cart being pushed.

“May I come in?”

It’s Mrs. Blier’s voice.

“Sure.”

“Are you okay now?”

Mrs. Blier, with her red hair neatly styled as always, came in with a worried expression. She looked at me with pitiful eyes, her hair still wet.

“You went out like that on a rainy day… It looks like you’ve caught a cold. Come on, I’ll dry your hair, so eat some pumpkin soup first.”

“Oh my, thank you.”

“Everyone was worried because he didn’t wake up for several days.”

Even though it was nothing special, I was a little surprised and looked back at Ms. Blier with her round glasses.

‘Arvice Green was a character who died without anyone to testify about her whereabouts because there was no one she could properly talk to. So she didn’t expect anyone to care…’

“I did…?”

“Sure. Amber went there several times, and the other family members were also worried the whole time. And Shine and Luna also begged to see their faces ten times a day, so the nanny had a hard time.”

Just hearing the names Shine and Luna already warmed my heart. I feel sorry for worrying the children, but I was also thankful.

‘I need to give them a hug right away tomorrow morning and give them as much praise as I have been able to give them in the past.’

“I’ll be with the kids tomorrow. I’m sorry for causing you worry.”

“You’re welcome. When you’re sick, getting better is the most important thing.”

Mrs. Blier continued as she sat down in a chair, pushed the cart, and placed the soup in front of me.

“More than that, Luke was the most worried. If you’re going to apologize, shouldn’t you do it to Luke?”

“…yes?”

“Honestly, I was a little surprised. He stops by every day… Maybe two times…”

Mrs. Blier glanced back and forth between Luke, who was looking at the newspaper, and me, and smiled somewhat shyly. Before I could come up with an excuse that it wasn’t like that, she added quickly.

“I thought the rumors that Inspector Triver was spreading were nonsense, but I guess I misunderstood you. Ho Ho.”

‘That geezer. What on earth was he talking about?’

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