The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (110)
Episode 110
That’s right.
“Isn’t there such a thing as the fun of finding yourself?”
“Are you going in and out of this place? You want to have fun?”
“Oh. Aren’t my words so inconsistent?”
I replied with a grin at Edmund’s astonishing words.
Eyes collided in mid-air. After a fierce snowball fight, Edmund turned his attention first.
“There is a saying that a lady is more capricious than anyone else. Aside from my feelings for Sir Edmund, I’ve heard a lot of people say that Sir’s study is the best in the kingdom. You might be interested in such a great library.”
“I don’t think it’s terribly wrong. There are many extremists who think that theology is incompatible with magic.”
I thought I was going to provoke a lot of change like when I was talking about Ophelia, but Edmund’s words were calmer than I expected.
Are you not bluffing in your field of expertise? If you look at it this way, he’s a decent guy.
“In that sense, it is quite rare to find a book that requires both theological doctrine and magical knowledge to be interpreted. Interesting.”
I sweated slightly inside. Are you really going to check out Volume 2 of 〈Amy and Polita〉?
“is that so?”
“You said you wanted to interpret the book yourself. Do you know how to interpret the ancient language?”
“no.”
Edmund looked at me as if he was looking at me as if there was nothing to be done.
No one else, Edmund Gloucester looked at me with those eyes!
I felt very dirty, but I didn’t show it. Anyway, that guy is more expert than me in that field.
“Ancient languages are basically the same as modern languages, except for a few words, in how they read and write. You can, however, put other meanings between the lines. It can be said that there is a different kind of ‘method of interpretation’.”
“i See.”
“The magic is to add regularity to each word or sentence usage and establish it as a formula. Theology is the one that reads the meaning by using the prophecy as a keyword. The interpretation method is quite different. In fact, this is overly simplistic, just thinking that what we’re reading doesn’t really mean it. Just because the doctrine of magic emphasizes formulating does not mean that it is not without contextual interpretation.”
“…….”
I shut my mouth like a honeydew.
“It’s the same with Ophelia.”
what? My eyes lit up.
I asked, being careful not to show off my overly sympathy.
“Right now, it’s just called by name, but when you look at it in the ancient language, it has a completely different interpretation.”
“…… How are you different?”
“It can be interpreted in two ways. If interpreted according to the magic doctrine, it is a black swan. Theologically, it is called the cup of God.”
“A cup of God?”
“It is a common parable in theology. Red wine in a golden glass. They say it’s always half full. Will it be viewed as half ‘or’ full or half ‘only’? It means the two sides of opportunity. Will you drink the glass to empty it, or fill the coffin with new wine? It is also said to be a metaphor for human desire, and there are different interpretations.”
“What does black swan mean?”
“A miracle, or near-miracle misfortune.”
“Yes?”
“You can think of it as gambling. It is an interpretation that it is not usually, and that one of the two extremes must come out.”
What is it? I was stunned.
“Hey, talk…… I never heard of it.”
“It’s not natural. What are you talking about outside of this?”
Edmund snorted.
“Then is Ophelia the black swan with the golden wine glass?”
“Usually we only interpret one thing, we don’t combine them.”
But somehow both seem to mean subtly two-sided. So, hasn’t Edmund been bragging?
There was nothing strange about Ophelia, whom I love, even bragging about what it means.
“Does Lady Elodie’s name have any meaning?”
“Why are you asking that?”
Edmund’s voice sounded unsettling at first glance.
That’s because we need to find out what the two have in common, so I can’t answer that.
“I was just curious.”
“Lady Elodie’s name has only one interpretation. The hand of Midas.”
Midas’ hand? The story of a king in that cursed myth that everything he catches is made of gold?
I rolled my eyes in a strange feeling. The man looked at me like that and looked at me with unfamiliar eyes. He had troubled eyes like a child who was faced with a situation that even I had not expected.
“Whether you know the subject or not. Aren’t you going to ask me anything about myself?”
“Is there something in my name?”
“No, no. Very clean.”
Instead of answering, I stared at Edmund’s snarky, sarcastic face. Do you want to see me gloomy like that?
“Sir Edmund.”
“Yes.”
“Here are some of your precious books. Rather than arguing with each other and scratching our temper hair, we choose a more constructive method.”
Edmund’s eyes widened as if he understood my threat.
I don’t want to get angry by tearing up, throwing, or scattering the books in this wonderful library.
It’s been a while since I said that I wouldn’t drink tea in a book place, so it’s a bit embarrassing to talk about it now.
“Are you threatening me with a book in my house right now?!”
“If you know, please take a seat to look at that book. Oh. The ancient language lesson you just told me was interesting.”
I pulled Edmund out of the library like that, and looked at the book intently.
Kitty kept glancing at the door, worried that Edmund would get back into the road in a raging rage.
Certainly, the quality of the collection was overwhelmingly different from when I searched through the old bookstore. There were a lot of books that I wanted to say just by opening it.
I boldly decided to give up because I couldn’t do it. In other words, it means that the goal has been changed to search the library.
“miss?”
“Come on, Kitty. Today our target is the bandits… … No, it’s a search here. Can anyone come from behind the door and watch?”
“Yes…….”
Kitty nodded, making a face that she had no idea what I was doing.
Edmund and the butler, who had been kicked out of me earlier, had already left this place for a long time, but I didn’t know who would come here.
It was someone else’s house in the first place.
While Kitty was sneaking through the hallway leading to the main building from behind the door, I hurried down to the first floor.
Fortunately, the door at the end of the stairs was unlocked. As soon as I opened the door, I saw a dark space unlike the second floor.
Perhaps it was not a lie to say that he was conducting personal research, and there were papers stuck here and there on a blackboard the size of a human being. Memos that looked like graffiti and research were a bonus.
Overall, it was full of books like the second floor, and there was also a desk drawer and a chair that Edmund seemed to use personally.
But strangely, it felt more cramped than the second floor. Is it because of the cramped curtains on each window to keep the book from getting sunlight?
The air feels strangely damp. I sneeze into the dust and sneak a glance at the other places.
Since it’s a private space, why is there so much dust? At first glance, there wasn’t much to win. There is a lot of dust flying around, but things are strangely clean.
I pulled out a book from the bookshelf lined with thick-looking books. And the very next moment, he tripped over the back of a book on the floor.
Kudang Tang!
I groaned and fell on my knees and moaned. It hurt so much that tears came to my eyes.
No, why do people who say they love books throw books on the floor?
Looking back, it was in a position that was cleverly overlapped under the desk, so it was difficult for people to see and avoid it.
As I was picking up the book, I stopped when I saw a coin sitting where the book was.
…… Is something strange?
It was really intuition. I gently touched the coin.
rumble!
what is this I was startled. As the coin moved, a door appeared in what seemed to be an ordinary floor.
To put it bluntly, as the floor went up, I could see an empty space leading to the basement. There was a ladder hanging, and the end was black at the end of how deep it was.
When the road coin was touched, the door closed again with a rattling sound.
On top of the coin, I put the book that I stumbled upon. I didn’t forget the thick book I pulled out earlier and put it back on the bookshelf.
‘Is this kid really a blue beard? What did you make in the basement?’
I had goosebumps on my back. in the basement… … What is it?
Anyway, I didn’t intend to check right now. This is my first visit. You must be very vigilant, but in case you find out… … .
I checked the knife that was well hung from the belt ribbon, took a deep breath, and went up to the second floor. Somehow I brushed off the crumpled skirt with my hands.
It was then.
“Ah, the lady said she would focus on the book!”
Guess who came! I thanked Kitty for raising her voice on purpose, and quickly picked up a book and sat down on the chair. He turned to any page and fixed his gaze on the book with a serious expression. The next moment the door opened.
“Lady Emilia, are you enjoying your reading time?”
I slowly lifted my head as if I had just confirmed it. was the butler The butler did not hide a relaxed smile and approached me and made a recommendation.
“I had the car parked in the drawing room. How about coming here with a little bit of thirst?”
“…… Thank you for your consideration.”
I answered and closed the book. It is true that some time has passed. If it was not here, but in the drawing room, there was no need to say no. The butler smiled softly.
“Thank you for your acceptance. But… … .”
The butler glanced over the desk where I was sitting.
“Lady Emilia is already reading The Paradox of God and Theory of Magic. It’s a great achievement for your age.”
what? As I put the book I had pulled out into the bookshelf, it hardened very faintly. The butler smiled kindly, wondering if he interpreted my reaction as something.
“When the master is busy with his work, this old man sometimes helps too. It’s just a little bit of a side-view and you know.”
“…… Right.”
I turned around, answering in a shaky voice. I could feel Kitty watching me with worried eyes.
To be honest, Edmund Gloucester wasn’t that scary. Of course, he knew how far he could go if he turned around, so he was wary.
But if you ask me if I’m afraid from the bottom of my heart, it’s not.
But the butler was reluctant. He’s never been rude to me, even though he’s the perfect butler to treat Edmund with respect.
A truly perfect tea set was prepared in the drawing room. I asked the butler, who poured me the tea by hand.
“…… Sir Gloucester?”
“You are away for urgent business.”
“Right.”
I answered, raising the teacup once as a courtesy. Usually, however, the butler does not pour the car directly. It’s a special case for me, but… … .
“I’m going to have to go today.”
“That’s right.”
“Seojae…… I really liked it I want to visit again next time.”
“Our master will not decline.”
…… indeed? I took a sip of the tea with a subtle mind and thought. Even though it had a sour scent, it was subtly astringent.
That Otome Game’s Bad End