How a Nuisance Character Survives in a Horror Game Chapter 53 - 9# The Aesthetics of Waiting

 

If you exclude our number, there are 16 people, though.

 

How dirty are they? What the hell is this?

 

Where did they come from?

 

[Two limbs were cut off. Survivors reduced to 20.]

 

This is more brutal than Holloway.

 

I had to meet the intruder at least once. Even if it was a coincidence once, it wasn’t twice.

 

That meant someone was coming here intentionally.

 

Then I had to ask if the intruder was human, and if so, how they got in. If they knew where the escape gate was.

 

Looking at the number of intruders, I finally understood the numerous body parts Suriel had collected.

 

I wondered why there were so many people on a remote island…

 

Was it like this?

 

But now that I don’t know where the intruders are, I’ll have to look for them while heading to the unlocked room.

 

I have to meet them before everyone dies…

 

The moment I opened the banquet hall door with a sigh, a bright light that I would never see in this hotel leaked out.

 

Beautiful piano music flowed gently through the crack in the door. As if the other side of the world was different.

 

“…Am I dreaming?”

 

“Are you sleeping standing up?”

 

“If the remark says so.”

 

You’re such a boring kid who doesn’t even understand jokes.

 

“Why aren’t you going in? It looks fun.”

 

“What looks fun? There’s nothing fun here.”

 

You idiot.

 

“Such a funny miss. Then should I go in?”

 

“What, why is your voice so unpleasant to hear?”

 

Holloway’s voice was a bit thinner and prettier…

 

I realized the voice that had naturally joined in, and as soon as I looked to the side, I screamed in surprise.

 

“Aaaakhh!”

 

The old man flinched in surprise at the scream that I had screamed with all my might. Then he stared at me strangely.

 

“Miss, aren’t you reacting too slowly?”

 

What does it matter to you.

 

Realizing that the man was talking to me so naturally, I asked seriously.

 

“Who are you?”

 

“I’m the one who wants to ask. Why is a young lady who seems to be from a noble family here? Ah, did you perhaps commit some crime like me? Xixi.”

 

I stared at the middle-aged man who was stroking his bushy beard and giggling, and took a half step back.

 

The man had a large physique and muscles, and his face had many small scars that could be described as a bandit.

 

This is him.

 

One of the intruders.

 

I heard Holloway’s sobbing.

 

“Sister…”

 

Halloway pretended to be scared and pushed me away from him.

 

The banquet hall door closed and silence filled the hallway.

 

“Oho? There’s a little kid too? What on earth is this place that the Empress sent you like that, I wonder.”

 

My eyes sparkled sharply.

 

This man had been giving me a lot of information without me having to say anything.

 

He thought that there was no way a noble like me, or anyone other than them, would come here.

 

The fact that he thought that meant he knew how dangerous this hotel was.

 

This was a good opportunity to find out how they knew that and why they came here.

 

I hid Holloway behind me and gave him a suspicious look.

 

“Did the Empress send you too, Mister?”

 

“Yes. And you too, Miss?”

 

Instead of answering, I muttered so that everyone could hear.

 

“No, though… The Empress only sent us…”

 

The man raised both his hands and appealed that he was harmless as he watched me on guard.

 

“I guess it’s because you and I have different ranks?”

 

“Rank, you say.”

 

“Noble, right? What crime did such a pretty girl commit for you to be here?”

 

He looked me up and down with eyes that made me want to tear his face off, and grinned sinisterly.

 

[Holloway’s mood starts to get uncomfortable.]

 

[Holloway says ‘I want to gouge out that bastard’s eyes’ as that man looks at you.]

 

You can’t do that yet.

 

“Well. I guess it’s the same reason as you, sir?”

 

As soon as he heard the answer, the old man clicked his tongue, his breath stinking.

 

“Tsk. Did she send them separately because they’re nobles? We’re all sinners, yet there’s a hierarchy, what the heck?”

 

I sighed as I watched the bastard spit on the floor in complaint.

 

Why is he so confident when he’s a sinner?

 

Such an unlucky, furry bastard.

 

“No matter what, we’re all in the same situation here, so what does that matter?”

 

“Hmm? That’s right. You’re being rude, Miss. Nobles need to stop using informal language right away. Young punks are just talking informally to commoners…”

 

The old man stretched and asked me, knowing that I was getting bored with the story that was getting longer.

 

“So what crime did you commit to come here, Miss?”

 

A long-time-no-see lucky-repulsing window appeared in front of me, who was insidiously making up a crime that was so gruesome that it made my stomach churn.

 

[Anderson, who committed an unspeakable crime, is curious about your crime.

 

▶ What should you say?]

 

It’s been a while.

 

I didn’t want to see you at all, so why did you show up, huh.

 

I wasn’t happy to see the window after such a long time to the extent I felt like hitting it.

 

And I have nothing to say to a piece of trash who committed an unspeakable crime.

 

[1. Don’t you know the serial killer Purple Princess?

 

((,,Ò‸Ò,, ))

 

2. I didn’t commit a crime. I’m the youngest daughter of the noble Rodrige family. I was beautiful and noble, yet suddenly I was thrown onto an island with a damn brat… [Very detailed and earnest]…

 

(( ┃ ਊ ┃ ))

 

3. You ignorant and dirty vicious bastard! How dare you treat me the same level as you!

 

(ᕙ( ︡’︡ 益 ’︠)ง)]

 

You still have an amazing talent for making people go crazy.

 

I hate it all. I hate it all! Purple Princess is weird! So unsophisticated!

 

Time passed while screaming at the wall, and I pressed 1 with a devout heart. There’s nothing I can do. I have to become Purple Princess.

 

I couldn’t reveal the Rodrige family, and I couldn’t provoke that furry bastard who wanted to torture me right away.

 

If I just get information, I promise I’ll mercilessly throw him away.

 

“Don’t you know the serial killer Purple Princess?”

 

“Huh? What? Pur, what?”

 

“Serial killer Purple Princess. That’s me, though… It’s pretty famous, don’t you know?”

 

What, you don’t know? Really?

 

When I gave him that look, the old man looked at Holloway and me for a moment, then burst into exaggerated laughter.

 

[Holloway thinks, ‘The nickname really suits you.’]

 

Thanks.

 

“Of course I know! Purple Princess! I know the noble serial killer Purple Princess, I know!”

 

What do you know. There’s no such Purple Princess.

 

Anyway, he was easily fooled.

 

“So, the famous serial killer Purple Princess, Miss?”

 

“Right. Do you see the mirror here? It’s proof that one is a princess.”

 

“That’s right. You’re carrying a hand mirror around in a place like this. Oh my, you’re wearing an expensive ring?”

 

“Just try to have an eye on it. I’m an eyeball collector.”

 

“Haha, scary, how scary.”

 

[Holloway bites his lip and struggles to hold back laughter.]

 

He doesn’t seem to have any intention of helping me.

 

“Then what about you, Mister? Since you’re not wearing your prison uniform, I guess Her Imperial Majesty told you to change your clothes?”

 

“Huh? Right. Well, I won’t tell you much, but we have to make sure we don’t get caught as prisoners even if we die.”

 

The Empress must have used a trick since she was caught letting the prisoners escape.

 

Since one can’t even recover the bodies here anyway, she doesn’t have to worry about that.

 

The man scratched his head roughly and opened his mouth.

 

“I’m, well… not a famous serial killer like the Purple Princess, but I do like young women.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“I mean.”

 

The man, who had been scratching his head hysterically, suddenly reached out to me and shouted.

 

“I really like women like you!”

 

The outstretched hand soon became a fist. It was intended to knock me out with all its might.

 

I unconsciously picked up the mirror, and the man who punched the mirror tilted his head crookedly.

 

“Huh, you’re stopping it? As expected, the name Purple Princess isn’t in vain.”

 

“As befitting a serial killer, I’m also very strong.”

 

“Ha! What…”

 

[The hand mirror’s ‘Reflect’ skill activates.]

 

Zingggg—!

 

[Please speak of the part you want to reflect on.]

 

“Stomach.”

 

A light shone from the hand mirror, then soon a black lump the size of a fist came out and seeped into the man’s stomach.

 

“KEUAAGGH!”

 

The MIster, who had been wondering, suddenly had his face distorted and screamed.

 

As if that wasn’t enough, he collapsed and started to tremble.

 

Even though foam was coming out of his lips, I crouched down in front of the Mister without paying attention.

 

“Are you going to hit me?”

 

“Keugh, keuuuugh…”

 

“Shall I hit you one more time? You can see my small and delicate fist, can’t you?”

 

When I threatened him with my fist raised and made a noise, the unlucky jerk shook his head and shook.

 

“Ugh, sor… ry, don’t…”

 

“Then you will have to answer what I ask you.”

 

The Mister, who was having a hard time answering, nodded his head with difficulty.

 

There was no mercy for a bastard who would catch anyone and do something terrible.

 

In this place, such bastards deserved to be put to death.

 

I was also someone from this place, and I grew up with the somewhat radical idea that people who committed great wrongdoing deserved to die.

 

Since I was educated that way from a young age, it was natural for me to have such an idea.

 

I understood the laws here, which were different from those in Korea.

 

Above all, I also thought that these people weren’t worth living.

 

“What are you looking for/ I need to check if you’re looking for the same thing as me, and if you were really sent by Her Imperial Majesty.”

 

“The, ugh… b-box…”

 

“…”

 

When I glared at him without saying anything, the old man gasped and explained.

 

“W-White box… with two wings drawn on the box…”

 

…What is that?

 

Why is he looking for that, I wonder.

 

“How did you know this place was dangerous?”

 

“Keugh… It’s f-famous… prisoners, including those on death row, disappear at some point and don’t come back…”

 

That’s why this kind of thing happens so often.

 

Since those who didn’t have a set execution date would disappear without anyone knowing and not come back, this Mister also realized that he would die here when he was brought here.

 

Since the Emperor didn’t care about each and every one of these death row inmates, the Empress could easily bribe the manager with money.

 

“What promise did you get, Mister?”

 

I threw it away as soon as I could. If she wants the box, she will reward the person who brings it to her, given the Empress’ personality.

 

“I-I can recreate my status and live a new life…”

 

Yes, that’s right.

 

I had a guess as to what the Empress wanted.

 

A white box with wings drawn on it.

 

She believed that would allow the Prince to ascend to the position of crown prince.

 

That was the only thing on her mind.

 

And the Empress was someone who would do anything to achieve that.