The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (194)
Episode 194
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“The master told me to send it to Lady Emilia.”
“You’re going to give me the entire Marquis of Windrose?”
I swallowed a vain laugh as I looked through the papers.
The butler said without losing his respectful attitude.
“I was just saying that if it is left without a legitimate owner, you will be the first to bid when the royal family disposes of it.”
“Isn’t that what it is? Wow, really.”
I smiled brightly and tore the paper. One of the butler’s eyebrows twisted.
“It’s bad.”
“…….”
I could see black stains on the fingertips of the butler who casually filled the empty tea cup with tea. I pretended not to care and tapped the hot tea pot with my fingertips.
It looked like a poker face on the outside, but the butler seemed to care deeply about me.
Deja Edmund scolded the butler when he broke the teapot and ran like a thunderbolt, when I was injured by broken pottery and boiling water.
Of course, Edmund, who treats the user and the people around him like a rag like a water rag, has shown a decent attitude towards my butler, so I doubted my eyes as I watched the scene.
He even said he couldn’t serve me properly!
When I asked where I saw that polite attitude a lot, I thought it was when I was dealing with Ophelia.
Whether I got hurt because Ophelia threw a teacup, or whether pus came out from the poison wound, the stance was ‘I was a sinner who got Ophelia’s hands dirty’.
“People will be dragged out, messed up, and it must be shit, and I’ll give it to you. and! It’s a gift you can’t give. If Ophelia saw it, I would run down the street to see if she was teasing me now.”
“…….”
He had no conscience, so he could not openly throw or break the teapot at the butler. But I, too, still had thinly cut pieces of cloth wrapped around my fingertips.
“The master has sent you a list of users who worked at Windrose Mansion.”
“Where did you get all these things?”
“They are all imprisoned in dungeons, and you can take them out if you want, but the Lady also told them that they are not worth collecting because they are all dirty and ugly.”
“I said last time that I am the one who judges that. Sir Edmund is really incapable of learning. right?”
Instead of answering, the butler quietly bowed his head. I looked at the rose ring, which was still shining brightly on the edge of my finger.
No matter how expensive it was to make it, not a single rose petal was damaged in spite of everything.
“If something gets dirty, you can wipe it off and repair it. Please tell me that.”
“Lady Emilia.”
The butler said in a polite voice.
“Do you really believe in the resurrection of Lady Ophelia?”
I’ve been thinking about this man for a long time.
He casually entered Edmund’s most secret space, and even took charge of ‘Ophelia’.
For a very long time, we have served Edmund Gloucester ‘Little Earl’, not Edmund ‘Earl’.
Now that I have some sense of the royal secret, the existence of the altar, and what the royal family is doing now. Considering the secret of Edmund Gloucester’s birth, there were only a few conditions that could be considered.
There was one thing I was curious about. Does Edmund Gloucester know and sympathize with, or do they not know?
Either way, considering the mental state of the author, there is no room for reincarnation.
“Do you believe that butler?”
Why am I doing this, Edmund doesn’t know, but the butler knows. You know you won’t believe anything you don’t tell Edmund directly? Or, either way it doesn’t matter yet?
“He never asked about the safety of his biological parents.”
“I don’t even know the names of those writers.”
The butler remained silent as he smiled from the heart.
“Sir Edmund Gloucester, even the lord himself had no affection for his parents, and I couldn’t believe that he had a sullen face…… You don’t think you’re going to sacrifice for the one who sold me, do you?”
“Are you worried about the Marquis and Marquis of Windrose?”
“Wouldn’t it be better to worry about myself rather than worrying about the people who were captured in the royal palace?”
“I have heard that the Marquis of Windrose is in very poor health.”
The butler’s voice was calm.
“Thanks to the fact that Her Majesty the Queen has sincerely called her by her side to take care of her health.”
“…….”
He had to do his best not to distort his expression. Anyone who isn’t an idiot can see that that doesn’t mean it’s a good thing.
I needed a way to communicate with people outside.
He went out to the garden pretending to be okay, dug up the bushes, and repeatedly looked all over to see if there were any holes, but there was nothing left.
Rather, only Edmund Gloucester had a sad and overwhelming expression on his face that he remembered the appearance of Ophelia in the past.
The King of Destruction was Ophelia, and I was sitting next to her, wiping the grass from her calf.
Seeing Edmund like that, I felt like I became the main character with the same temperament as him, and I felt vaguely about it.
“Master.”
This butler used to work in the royal family.
The king was unable to have a proper ‘heir’, but he sent a butler to his illegitimate son.
And the butler remains silent and loyal to all of Edmund Gloucester’s madness.
“Are you a disbeliever?”
In my words, the butler neither affirmed nor denied it.
“…… Why are you asking such a thing?”
“What does reviving Ophelia mean to unbelievers?”
It’s no coincidence that he keeps appearing in his dreams. It is no coincidence that it is the embodiment of a goddess and that it is short-lived.
Elodie is also used as a ‘vessel’. All of that has to do with the damn goddess.
Unbelievers are goddesses, so they talk about the royal family, do all kinds of things, and intervene in all kinds of places.
“I am just the master’s butler.”
“Sir Edmund Gloucester joined hands with the Archduke.”
Whether it was to get Elodie or to resurrect Ophelia, everything has become meaningless now… … . Well, in order to achieve its purpose, it has the momentum to strike the back of the Archduke’s head.
“What if I ask you to help me rescue the members of the Windrose family?”
“I am only obeying my master’s orders.”
“What if you said you were going to run away because you couldn’t believe all these facts?”
“I have to protect you.”
“Ophelia, I heard that she is the right vessel of the goddess. If she really comes back to life, will she become a goddess?”
“…….”
“Tell me. I’m serious right now, but I don’t know if it can really help by any means. Am I the one who knows him best in the world?”
The butler was silent for a very long time, as if he was about to break the shichimi. I had a cold sweat.
“I am Sir Edmund Gloucester’s butler, and I will do my best.”
“…….”
“When Lady Ophelia is resurrected, she becomes the half-god the unbelievers really wanted.”
“Half…… God?”
“I understand that the master interpreted the meaning of the name ‘Ophelia’ in the past.”
A black swan that symbolizes a miracle or near-miracle misfortune. Or half red wine in a golden glass.
“Even among unbelievers, doctrines are divided. Some say that the goddess wants to curse and destroy the country itself, while others say she will return and destroy all but the unbelievers who brought her back to life. There is also a saying that through the royal rites, we will truly annihilate everything cleanly and build a new true paradise.”
“…….”
“There are those who believe that if they descend imperfectly into the vessel of God and then return as a perfect soul, they will become the gods unbelievers want. Becoming a complete god or not. Either the world is saved or it is destroyed. Either way, the main doctrine is that unbelievers who help God make true choices are rewarded.”
The gist of pseudo-religion seems to be the same everywhere. If we believe faithfully, only us will be saved and others will perish.
But when Ophelia’s name and the current situation were included, I couldn’t laugh. Some are trying to sacrifice Elodi, and some are trying to descend Ophelia from there.
Then, suddenly, I was convinced. Even if someone had descended the ‘real’ Ophelia in the game, it wouldn’t have been a happy ending.
Really, that world must have been the end of the world. Without knowing anything about human affection, he had neither the heart nor the experience as a person who had the name ‘Ophelia Windrose’. Perhaps such a god has descended… … .
In my dream, I remembered Ophelia, who had promised to me.
‘Don’t lose it, my heart.’
It occurred to me again that what Ophelia had left with me was not simply because it was important.
Maybe Ophelia with a certain ending in the game I don’t know died without me knowing about human emotions? Has she become a cold goddess?
So did you tell me not to die, to survive, and not to lose my heart? Was it meant not to lose her personality, not the goddess, but herself?
That Otome Game’s Bad End