The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (20)
Episode 20
Apart from that others didn’t like Emilia, there were very few times when Ophelia was not beside Emilia.
Ophelia is hiding something from Emilia? Also on purpose?
If I hadn’t heard it myself, I wouldn’t have believed it. Perhaps that was the case.
Even though it was Ophelia’s first request to Casio Brahmanduff.
‘Can I not do Ophelia’s request?’
Ophelia made a puzzled face, then in the next moment, as if sneering, she smirked.
‘Why?’
‘…….’
‘Can’t you answer me? curiosity? No, no. The assumption that you won’t disobey my request, which you value as gold? Tell Emilia, you won’t get anything? Rather, you hated Emilia, didn’t you?’
‘No, Ophelia. It was a meaningless question. I…….’
‘Are you embarrassed?’
‘…….’
‘It’s stupid. I’m not good enough to feed a spoonful, so I’ll stop. I’d like to see them pounding, crying, and rioting at my graveyard later, though.’
Ophelia Windrose declared proudly and arrogantly.
‘Because the more choices, the better, okay. I’ll give you a choice too.’
From the beginning to the end, the words were completely unfamiliar, but the girl was very confident. As if declaring that even the truth of this world will be re-established.
She was a beautiful girl who always shined from head to toe, but her appearance that day was different from usual.
Should I call it a whirlwind? It was a little different from the precarious and beautiful smile like a sharply broken crystal.
Like a prophet who knows that a typhoon is coming, even though he knows that everything in front of him will be devastated, but in the end, in the distant future, sprouts will sprout on this earth.
* * *
He looked more tired than expected. After I barely washed my body and put on my robe, I came back to my room and thought I had just closed my eyes, but when I woke up, Kitty was waking me up by carefully shaking my shoulder.
It was dark outside the window, which had been bright before, from how insanely he slept.
I barely washed my face with a blank face and changed clothes with Kitty’s help.
I don’t know how I knew my size, but at first glance, clothes that fit my body shape were hung in the dressing room.
In the late afternoon, it was a dinner party indoors, so I avoided overly flashy colors and decorations.
What caught my eye while picking out this and that was an orange dress with a transparent crystal-studded belt around her chest.
It wasn’t as dazzling as a diamond, but it was pretty when lit up with the same color as the dress.
Kitty next to me was also a good choice, helping me with a smile on my face.
With Kitty’s help, she tied her hair down with a ribbon of the same color, added light makeup and simple earrings, and it had been a while.
As a guest, I couldn’t afford to be late than the owner, so I hurried to the restaurant.
The restaurant was hot.
I thought that the dining room would be similar because my room was heavy and luxurious without being flashy, but the decorations such as chandeliers studded with crystals and platinum candlesticks reflected light to the point of dazzling my eyes.
The Marquis Windrose’s prestige could not be less than that of the Brahmanduff family, but since he had a sick daughter, the interior of the mansion was changed to a warmer and less strained look rather than flashy.
The guests visiting the Marquis also rarely made this kind of dinner together as they knew the story of their sick only daughter.
So I was unfamiliar with such a dinner party. Besides, for nearly two years, I had forgotten this light while pretending to be a commoner.
It was only then that I realized it when I looked at the spotless white tablecloths and shiny silver tableware. The world I have to live in for at least half a year.
A world full of décor, wine, and façades, with no warmth, but with tiringly beautiful decorations.
“Auntie.”
Casio Brahmanduff reached out to me.
I quickly put my hand on his hand to hide the fact that I had been lost in thought for a moment.
He was, as always, perfectly dressed. In a blue-grey suit with clean lines, the cufflinks made of sapphire sparkled.
I held my breath faintly as I saw Countess McGinty already sitting at the top of the table.
“It’s nice to meet you like this, Miss Emilia.”
It was an image that perfectly matched public opinion.
Her half-silver hair was pulled up without any disturbance, and the purple velvet wrapped around her waist and shoulders was luxurious despite her age. An antique cameo brooch on the chest attracted attention.
Facing the sharp gray eyes like the eyes of a hawk, I felt like a young student standing in front of an examining tube.
As Casio led, I sat to the left of the empty table. Empty bowls and tableware were already set.
Casio sat across from me.
“I’ve heard a lot about you from my ugly nephew.”
“thank you for the invitation.”
‘I’ve heard a lot of stories’. I tried to hide my nervousness. I had no idea what that man had to say about me.
To be honest, I had a hard time being the Countess. The fact that I hardly ever had to deal with a lady of that age also played a part.
It was difficult to predict what the etiquette would be like. My duty as a marquisist was to be Ophelia’s mate and playmate, not to have the skills worthy of a noble girl.
Of course, no matter how old she is, Ophelia is definitely the only daughter of a marquise. Since they had to be equipped with a minimum of etiquette and medical treatment, a tutor would occasionally come and go.
We learned together at that time, but I wondered how well it would be effective against a lady with a thick bone in the social world.
There, Casio Brahmanduff was by no means one of the most popular men in the social world today.
It must be difficult to hide my past from the person who will be my chaperone.
Ophelia entered as a marquise as a child against Ophelia, and after she died, she left the marquis and worked with the common people. How much of these do you know?
“I’ve already heard of my nephew being out of the blue.”
I paused as I took a bite of the soup with peeled shrimp and scallops.
Casio naturally intervened next to him. It was a clever voice.
“Take it off? Oh my gosh, aunt. How long are you going to treat me like a three-year-old?”
“Where did a debutant look as easy as going on a picnic for a three-year-old? The Brahmanduffs, who say that money is nothing, they say that time can also be bought and sold?”
“You can’t buy time, but you can shorten it.”
Countess McGinty clicked her tongue.
“When such an ignorant man is a gentleman and wanders around in the social world, he has only become pitiful for the ladies who do not know anything.”
“Auntie, your outspoken remarks are always admirable, but are you in the habit of not paying attention to my face in front of guests?”
The expression on the man’s smiling face, as if he was trembling, was just unfamiliar.
I stopped meddling and focused on the servant’s new plate of food.
It was a steak of young veal topped with red wine sauce. As he was chewing the meat, trying not to make a sound, he felt a strange gaze.
I turned to see the Countess McGinty and Cassio Brahmanduff looking at me.
I was a little perplexed, but trying not to show off, I quickly swallowed what I was chewing.
“……. Anything to say?”
“There are many wives and wives who are unlucky to have their eyes taken by my poor nephew and lose their speed, but it seems that Miss Emilia is fortunately a virtuous lady.”
Countess McGinty’s tone was strange. I don’t know if he’s trying to scratch Casio’s insides or if he’s trying to trick me.
Anyway, I thought it would be futile to effectively hide my inner feelings in front of such an old woman and pretend to be a woman who likes ‘Casio-san’.
I hadn’t thought of that anyway. I answered calmly.
“Thank you for the compliment.”
“Aunt?”
“Okay, how about the food?”
“It’s hard to describe because I don’t have a lot of words, but it’s very delicious.”
“Yes, yes. eat a lot The chef here is really good.”
“Aunt? Am I here?”
“What hangs in your mouth is your mouth, not your beak, so why are you thin like a duck?”
okay. ‘If there is someone who can bribe my aunt, I would like to be introduced’ seems to be no joke.
The Countess’ speech was terrific. Few people could have pushed Casio Brahmanduff to this point.
Without hesitation, I cut and chewed the duck pie that the Countess beckoned.
As I chewed the crispy duck skin, my mouth became savory.
Casio Brahmanduff looked at me and the Countess chewing food casually, and made a sullen face as if exasperated.
“It would be a shame if you said that to a handsome nephew like me, aunt. It’s embarrassing for me to say, but isn’t it strange that the ladies of the social world like me?”
Instead of the brazen man’s face lacquering himself with my mouth, I stick a fork in the salad. The Countess clicked her tongue again.
“It’s hard for a guy who doesn’t know that there is nothing as dangerous as a heart that can’t be held accountable for talking.”
The Bad End of That Otome Game