The Villain Of The Horror Game Dreams Of The Heroine Every Night

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“Just because it’s in the past, doesn’t it mean that the pain you went through was not there?”

Leonhard gazed at her as Celine took his hands in both of her hands.

She couldn’t say anything.
He was right.
Every death she suffered was remembered by the pain she could never forget.

Silence passed.

During this time, neither of them avoided their gaze.

Celine was the first to break the silence.
She scooped out the truth from the depths of her heart.

“…I just wish Leonhard suffered less.
Whether my pain is past or present, there is no need for Leonhard to suffer.”

As he opened his mouth to rebut, she didn’t give him a break and continued.

“So, tonight, I’ll hold your hand.
So that you can feel that I am here while you sleep.”

Leonhard shook his head.

“Then you can’t sleep.
Still, if I lay down, I’ll sleep for a while…“

Celine pointed to the blanket.

“We can lie down together.”

“….”

In an instant, his face flushed red with embarrassment, and Celine realized his own insensitivity.
Whether she was inside the game or outside the game, everyone knew what it meant for a man and a woman to sleep on the same bed.

“Hold, hold hands and we’ll sleep.”

“No.”

Leonhard spoke as he waved his hand.

“I don’t know what you are thinking…”

Suddenly, his eyes closed, and his head bowed.
Celine immediately shook him.

“Leonhard…!”

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Leonhard, who opened his eyes, felt no sign of pain at all.
He just looked a little bewildered.

“You see why it’s better to lie down together, right? Are you going to make me run all the way here?”

Although he hesitated, he eventually succumbed to Celine’s words.

“…I will be a nuisance.”

Celine shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ll also sleep more comfortably.
In a way.”

Leonhard couldn’t lie down on the edge of the blanket, so he practically lay down on the cold floor.
He immediately reassured her as Celine frowned.

“I’ve slept in even worse places.”

“Me, too.”

Celine remembered the bed in her death.

An old mattress, a blanket with dead bugs on it, a pillow with bloodstains that isn’t hers… There was nothing but the old blanket.

Above all, because Leonhard was by her side.

Celine quickly fell asleep.

The night was long, and she was really tired.

That night, Celine never woke up properly from her sleep because Leonhard’s struggle and groan disappeared when she inadvertently gave her hand strength.

The next morning.

Celine woke her up to the bright sunlight streaming through the curtainless window.
Leonhard’s reliable back caught her eye.
He was obsessed with something, with his head bowed.

“What?”

“Food.”

She soon saw the bloodstained and the almost finished meat he held in his hand.
She glanced at the leather that had fallen on the floor and looked like a fairly large rabbit.

“When did you catch it?”

“I went out in the morning and saw it.”

Leonhard put the meat on the rapier.
He frowned for a moment, and the rapier began to glow blue and the meat began to cook.

“…Rashir?”

“Yes.
It is useful in such cases.”

Abruptly, she had the urge to laugh.

Rashir, that cut through monsters and warlocks in an instant, was being used in this way…?! The meat was cooked in a few minutes, and Leonhard immediately cut the meat in half and handed it to her.

“It may not taste good, but eat it.
It takes strength to go through the snow.”

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Celine carefully bit off the well-cooked rabbit meat.

“It’s delicious!”

She ate the meat in an instant.

When she suddenly lifted her head, Leonhard was staring at her a little blankly.
The meat in her hands had teeth marks here and there like someone who hadn’t eaten, finally eaten.

“You must have been very hungry.”

“That’s right.
However, it is also true that it is quite delicious.
If it doesn’t taste good, you have a picky taste.”

Leonhard grinned and pulled a small barrel out of his pocket.
Celine’s eyes lit up because she knew what was inside even before he opened the lid.

“It will be tastier than the one you ate a while ago.”

Leonhard’s recommendation was mixed with laughter.
Moments later, Celine left the log house, munching two of the candies and Leonhard with one.

The world shone white.

Sunlight scattering over the silver snow dazzled Celine’s eyes, and wherever she looked, there was only light.

Leonhard brought his horse.

“I’m sorry, but can you wrap the horse with warmth like yesterday? If we just go, the horse will get frostbite on all four legs.”

It wasn’t a difficult request.
Celine concentrated her mind and gathered her powers.

“….?”

Nothing was felt…

Celine gathered her magic in bewilderment, but even a feeble flow did not flow through her body.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, the magic…”

“Looks like it’s gone.”

Leonhard concluded, but when he saw Celine’s bewildered expression, she hurriedly explained it.

“It’ll be back in time, don’t worry.
But, now…“

Rashir, who had returned to a great sword shape, shone blue.

He pointed his sword at his knee-length eyes.
In the next moment, the snow melted before Celine’s eyes, creating a path wide enough for three or four people to walk together.

“I can’t protect the horse like your magic because my power is only for killing.”

There was a strange bitterness in Leonhard’s words.

Celine took his hand without saying a word.

Like last night.