The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (17)
Episode 17
There are a lot of things that are needed to make a debut tangent. Of course, expensive dresses, accessories, and shoes are also needed.
However, it is a thing as it is a once-in-a-lifetime event, so it is not a big deal if you have prepared it for a long time. The hardest thing to find is people.
In fact, the presence of a chaperone is the determining factor in the ‘quality’ of a debutant, as is the case with a partner who matches the class and is similar in age and appearance, and Cavalier.
It was fundamentally different from Chaperon, whose role was to invite young children before their debut, to a tea party within the family, and teach them etiquette.
As this is my first social media debut, it is easy to make mistakes and have problems with others.
If a high-ranking and prestigious lady in the social world corrects such mistakes, hides them, and protects them, things will disappear, otherwise it will become public disgrace and humiliation.
In other words, on the battlefield of the social world, it is more like a strong shield than anything else.
Of course, there are no special requirements for a chaperone, so it is common to just ask a lady who is close to her parents. If you can’t find it, sometimes your parents will take your place.
In other words, it is close to showing off the connections of an aristocratic society. Because neither the Cavaliers nor the Chaperones show off their connections in a high-ranking aristocratic society that cannot be bought with money.
In that sense, the Countess McGinty was a wonderful chaperone that no one could fault. No, rather, I am being carried on her reputation.
Even if I don’t like it, no one will dare to throw a vile taunt in my face if I walk around with the Countess McGinty behind me.
“Of course, I don’t know if the Countess will like me.”
“You will like it.”
Without hesitation, Casio declared. I frowned lightly.
Suddenly, I saw the luxurious front door of the main building of the mansion. The door opened and Casio went inside without hesitation.
I sighed and followed him in stride.
“What do you believe in and make such an assertion?”
“Your aunt likes aged alcohol, old books, and perfumes painstakingly crafted by artisans.”
“…… Are you saying it was used as a bribe?”
The man burst into laughter.
“If there was any great man who could bribe my aunt, well. I would like to introduce myself first.”
“Or do you like fairy tales? There’s a famous fairy tale. Dressing up the bullied girl like a princess and taking her to the prom… … .”
“Oh, did you want to be a princess?”
“Not at all.”
I cut it off and answered.
stinky lady.
The story of a young girl from the count family, who is being bullied by her family, goes to a ballroom with the help of a fairy godmother and gets married to a prince.
I didn’t dream of that glamorous ballroom, wiping the dusty floor like a ash-covered maid.
If I had a story, if I had the ability to change something, it would probably end with Ophelia’s death.
I left the Marquis. like running away. Are you conscious of Laertes? Because I don’t want to prove my worthlessness now?
I vaguely remembered that ‘game’, but it was hard to believe that I was someone other than Emilia.
I have been shooting the streets for hard bread since I was five years old.
Even if I was a character in the story of something, I didn’t have the power to change the story.
If I had refused to be sold to the Marquis and ran away, a more miserable life would have awaited me.
It would have been the same if he had been kicked out because he didn’t want to be Ophelia’s friend.
But even after I desperately roll my head and trace the context of the story.
There was only one thing I was afraid of.
I am not the main character. I am not loved All the things I coveted already had their owners.
Knowing that, I fear that I will not give up and become miserable.
Then I fear that I will be despised.
I’m afraid I’ll turn ugly because I’m jealous of the young girl who will take Ophelia’s vacancy.
“All of our princesses are dead.”
If I could change the story… … .
yes it would be I liked the boy. Whatever the story of the game, I loved him with my will.
Sometimes I was jealous and sometimes angry, but at least I did it.
The game was the tragedy of others for Ophelia, who died without loving anyone.
It was a melting pot of chaos and other people’s obsession with poor Baron Young-ae.
I felt my hands tremble and tremble.
I pulled my hand out of the man’s hand. Casio Brahmanduff’s face was expressionless.
The smile on his face saying he would like to be introduced to his aunt if anyone could bribe him was nowhere to be found.
Why is that man so angry every time he remembers Ophelia’s death?
The child who was the dream, hope, and flower of all of us will never come back to life again, and I am only an acquaintance, keepsake, and competitor of Ophelia, whom he has stood by because of his letter?
But I laughed. It didn’t matter.
The man opened his mouth. It was a strange tone, as if there was a metal sound mixed with beautiful music.
An esoteric face, as if seeing a problem that could never be solved.
“…… you are.”
The gray eyes under the delicate blonde hair were twisted like sunlight through the glass.
The tone of his speech was harsh as if he was chewing it with his lips.
“…… How could you have that face?”
I closed my mouth. Silence pierced her skin like a dull arrowhead.
How could you laugh at her death? Well. I didn’t even cry on the day of the funeral.
Could that man blame me for that?
Perhaps Edmund Gloucester will definitely hate me. They will think of it as a creature worse than a cockroach and try to trample it.
Originally it was Laertes is silent, Casio sneers, and Edmund rages.
The balance of the three is a strange one, and I used to marvel at how it was possible for three other people to be in one place.
Sometimes, malice was more convenient than favor with unknown reasons and unpredictable results.
There was no reason for me to be hurt again by people who would never love me.
I was cunning enough. I gave my feelings first without payment. I was afraid that I would not be rewarded, so I clenched my teeth so as not to give out my sincerity unless it was certain.
In that sense, I thought it would be better if Casio Brahmanduff hated me clearly.
Even if I hate it so much that I want to secretly attach and kill people.
“Then, shall we cry? Do you want to fall to the floor and cry because it’s so hard that you can’t stand it?”
When spring came, I took a break from the store and went to see the boy’s grave in the distance.
Tombs of high-ranking nobles are usually managed by a janitor, so I plucked the petals while trying not to get too close.
The flowers I bought at the florist were always soft, fragrant, and fragile, and even crushing them with my fingertips broke my neck.
“You didn’t cry either.”
Where I don’t know, well.
This crocodile man might have shed a tear like deceit, but I didn’t know.
Edmund Gloucester must have cried in some way. Laertes is…… I do not know. I sometimes had a harder time with that man than anyone else.
“Reality is not a fairy tale. The world does not perish just because the princess dies. Neither knights nor princes nor maids die with anyone. I just remember.”
Mourning also has a period.
If it was called Elodie, or if the young baron had appeared a month after the child died, it would have been surprising, but she would have been quiet and ignorant.
Saying it’s not polite to the dead.
But two years have passed since the child died.
It means that the period of mourning for Young-ae, who is at a time-limited age, who has not even made her official debut in the social world, has to stop.
Although Ophelia was famous, she was only the daughter of an aristocratic family who passed away without even making her debut.
When Elodie officially debuts, it will not be a moral problem for anyone to approach her with curiosity.
Who will criticize? The social world is always thirsty for new interests and gossip.
Besides, it won’t be a problem since the big players who were originally Ophelia’s followers will be behind her.
Rather, the future was uncertain for me.
The title of friend of Ophelia, who is already dead, cannot protect me.
Even what had been unclear for the past two years could be the subject of low-quality curiosity.
Even if you make your debut with shabby clothes and withered flowers, you will suffer from rumors in your own way. If you go out with Casio Brahmanduff holding the hand of Casio Brahmanduff and wearing luxurious clothes, it may be difficult to live in hiding, just like a relaxed commoner.
But I chose. There was no room for concern. I’ve spent more than half of my life standing next to him.
The serenity she had chosen because it had no meaning had no value in front of her traces.
“So, you mean you only remember?”
The man’s voice was hard.
“Yes.”
“It’s a thing of the past, is it okay to just remember?”
“Yes.”
I don’t know in what sense a man’s ‘It’s okay’ and my ‘It’s okay’ are the same.
“You don’t like it, do you?”
I laughed.
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