I Possessed a Game Where I Die If I Don’t Clear the Tower - Chapter 85

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Chapter 85. Most Love Triangles End Badly
Camilia trusted the vast database of knowledge she’d accumulated over years of climbing the Dark Tower.
Here, she had to take the lead.
“…We’ll call it a day. Let’s adjourn.”
I attempted a quick dismissal, but Zehar Al Rashid refused with that infuriatingly cheerful smile still plastered across his face.
“Weren’t you planning to visit the Tower again tomorrow? Wouldn’t it be better to handle internal affairs now? It would be more convenient if you dealt with things in advance, wouldn’t it?”
Normally, he would have backed down out of consideration for Camilia’s dignity, but his persistence now suggested he was genuinely irritated. Anyone could hear the barb beneath his words.
At that, Netanel Fragma’s lips curved upward. He clearly had more to say.
If this were the previous Lord Camilia, she would have stammered here, lost control in an instant, and left muttering “Why are they all fighting over me…!” But Camilia was a seasoned Lord who had weathered every conceivable political storm.
If she couldn’t separate them immediately, she had to seize control of the situation.
She clicked her tongue and fixed her gaze on Netanel Fragma, who was about to speak.
With a look that said “don’t,” she openly sided with Zehar Al Rashid.
Netanel Fragma’s lips pouted as if he’d been caught red-handed.
“I don’t understand why you’re looking at me like that. What crime is it to grumble about not wanting to go to the Tower?”
“The fact that you’re talking more suggests you know perfectly well what you did wrong. Do you really need to hear it from my lips?”
“Yes, yes. I was wrong. I won’t tease the mage your employer is fond of. Is that enough?”
Camilia glared at the grumbling Netanel Fragma once more, then waved her hand. It was a signal for him to withdraw.
Muttering that I was being harsh on the hardworking Priest, Netanel Fragma bowed with exaggerated courtesy and left the room.
[Netanel Fragma’s affection has increased.]
Even as he departed, he skillfully raised his affection rating.
Though I’d taken a protective stance toward Zehar Al Rashid, I hadn’t officially reprimanded him, so he seemed to have accepted it as a joke.
It was absurd, but I let it pass.
Netanel Fragma had always been like that—curious, and given that most of his party interactions were mischievous banter, he enjoyed teasing and joking with everyone.
Still, I never expected him to openly tease Zehar Al Rashid like this.
‘In the game, they didn’t even have dialogue interactions with each other.’
Now that it’s become reality, all sorts of unexpected things happen, but at least they haven’t reached the point of actually stabbing each other, so it’s fine.
Drained of energy, I leaned back in my chair and observed Zehar Al Rashid’s condition.
His expression was far from pleasant. But the moment I looked at him, his eyes softened obediently.
Fortunately, it seemed he wasn’t angry with me.
“I’ll call you separately and give you a proper scolding. So don’t be too upset.”
“Upset? Surely I wouldn’t commit such rudeness in front of you, my Lord.”
“Is that so? From where I’m standing, you look unmistakably sulky.”
“My Lord.”
Thinking he’d been teased, Zehar Al Rashid shot me a look. I laughed softly and gently took his hand.
“There’s no need to be anxious, and nothing to be jealous about. I will climb to the 10th Floor with you.”
I’d been vague about bringing him back to the Tower soon, but the moment I mentioned the specific floor, his eyes widened slightly.
But before he could rejoice, I drew a line.
“However, after that, I won’t have much need for your assistance.”
“…Why is that?”
Zehar Al Rashid asked, genuinely confused.
“Is the Territory still unstable? Or am I insufficient? Or perhaps….”
“That is not the reason, and you know it.”
“Then what is it?”
Camilia answered silently to herself.
‘It’s because you’re the mastermind behind everything.’
She knew all the boss mechanics, and at level 5 in the Sap-Poison Field, this one didn’t need leveling anyway—so why drag her all the way to the Lower Floors? How would a novice who doesn’t know the mechanics learn to handle them?
Unable to reveal such thoughts directly, Camilia smoothly changed the subject.
“I am the one who cannot understand. Why do you trust me so little? Weakened though I may be, I am still the Tower’s administrator. Surely nothing would go wrong within the Tower itself?”
“That’s not it, I just….”
“Then what is it? Is there something you cannot tell me?”
Zehar Al Rashid’s mouth snapped shut as he tried to make excuses. Since she had no desire to blame or corner him, Camilia let it pass without pressing further.
“I do not mean to reproach you. I seek your understanding. I am the Tower’s administrator. Even if my body were to break apart, I can only prioritize the Tower’s restoration.”
The moment the words left her lips, Camilia flinched slightly. The translation from her immortal charm had been rather bold.
‘To save the world, the Tower’s conquest must come first, so understand’ being translated as ‘even if my body breaks apart’—was that really the right interpretation? It wasn’t some transcendent translation or anything.
She tensed, uncertain how Zehar Al Rashid would react.
Worried she might have triggered a bad ending flag, she was even careful about how she breathed—yet Zehar Al Rashid accepted her words without reservation.
“How could I not understand? Despite losing everything, I wonder how you remain so unchanged.”
His eyes even grew misty.
“How could you seek understanding from someone like me? You should scold me for being childish, tell me to stop my worrying and handle it myself. Then naturally I would obey.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant by unchanged, but if Zehar Al Rashid didn’t dislike it, that was enough.
She spoke, hoping her immortal charm would translate smoothly this time.
“It is treatment you rightfully deserve. Had you not stood by my side, how could I have achieved my purpose?”
“I… I don’t think I deserve such treatment….”
“That is not for you to decide. It is for me to determine.”
Zehar Al Rashid’s crimson eyes rippled widely, as though caught in a dream.
A system alarm chimed, but instead of checking it, Camilia fixed her gaze directly on his eyes.
Zehar Al Rashid stared at her for a long moment before opening his mouth.
“…Then please promise me one thing.”
He added carefully.
“When I am truly necessary to climb the Tower, do not exclude me simply because I am who I am.”
“That is not difficult.”
“And one more thing.”
Zehar Al Rashid’s fingers brushed lightly across Camilia’s hand as he made an unexpected request.
“Let me be the one to punish that fox.”
“…There is no need for that.”
Zehar Al Rashid’s eyes curved as he smiled faintly. It was an endearing smile, yet somehow it carried an eerie chill.
“I want to do it. I’ll punish her quietly so it doesn’t interfere with climbing the Tower. Is that not acceptable?”
“….”
Camilia deliberated. She could stop him if she tried, but as a result, Netanel Fragma would become even more dangerous.
The more Lord Camilia protected her, the greater Zehar Al Rashid’s resentment would grow.
Camilia made her decision after much deliberation.
‘…I’m sorry, Netanel. I held firm.’
Since this calamity arose from your manipulation of the shadow mastermind, endure it with all your strength.
Having offered Priest a prayer—not quite a benediction—Camilia nodded quietly to herself.

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