There, in a dark corridor where a single, ominous green candlelight flickered.

A man, whose whole body was covered in blood and sweat, coughed severely, his breaths heaving.

The man’s hand trembled as he grabbed his sword.
He was at his limit now.


[ Oh my.
I thought you wouldn’t be able to pass this floor, but you did, hm? ]


Charlotte regrettably murmured under her breath as she watched the blood-soaked Dietrich struggle.

She wished for him to die.

Charlotte descended the stairs, tucking a lock of her splendid golden hair behind one ear.

Her black skirt fluttered up ever so slightly, revealing a glimpse of the woman’s bare feet.

For an unknown reason, the blood on the floor followed the woman’s footsteps.


[ But it doesn’t seem like you’re going to last long now.
What are we to do about this? ]

[ …… ]

[ Alright, I know.
To acknowledge how difficult it has been for you, shall I bestow upon you a special act of ‘grace’? ]



The single utterance of such a word compelled Dietrich’s expression to distort horribly.
As if what he heard just now was a truly horrific word.

It was natural for him to react this way.

Charlotte never wished to see Dietrich unharmed.

That’s why, if Dietrich were to leave a room safe and sound, she never failed to put him on the spot right away.

Among all the hardships she had thrown at him, what Dietrich found especially difficult was the loss of his vision.

Because of that, he had to struggle each and every time he entered a room, relying only on his remaining senses.


[ I thought a little about what could best help you.
Mmh… ]

[ …… ]

[ I know.
Should I return your sight? ]


Dietrich’s unseeing eyes went wide for a moment, not at all expecting Charlotte’s words.

But he knew all too well that it would be foolish to trust her.

With the kind of personality that Charlotte had, there’s always a catch.


[ Of course, it’s not going to be free.
Everything has a price, right? ]


As expected.

His initial thoughts proved to be correct.


[ As a special offer, I will let you choose this time.
Pick one option.
One, you will give up an arm or a leg to get your eyesight back.
Or two, you will continue living like this for the rest of your life.
Which is it?! ]


After saying such a thing, Charlotte cackled.

She was looking forward to Dietrich’s choice.

Any choice would be interesting enough for her.

Charlotte’s red eyes glistened unnervingly.


* * *


‘It’s a dismal, bleak game where no hopes and dreams remain, honestly.’

And the title of this game was 〈 Lindbergh’s Mansion 〉.<

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