The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (22)
Episode 22
“Are you a princess?”
A smirk crossed Casio Brahmanduff’s face.
“You mean that cowardly little girl who is all wondering if she’s going to do it right? A bird in a cage that the Queen had hid inside the palace for fear of disturbing my younger brother, perhaps because he was once educated as an heir?”
“So you better wield it.”
“This year, the Marquis of Windrose will return to the social world.”
The Countess was silent.
“I heard that your daughter died and was heartbroken and left the social world for two years?”
“Your aunt knows right.”
“It’s quirky. Are you going to break the neutrality that the Marquis Googreung has been desperately defending with the pretext of the death of my daughter?”
“How can I measure the heart of a parent who has lost a child?”
Casio Brahmanduff smiled sweetly. It was such an extravagant smile that any woman could not learn without making her face blush.
But the Countess only made my face colder.
“I know that you had the young girl of Marquis Windrose in your heart.”
The man’s chin stiffened.
“…….”
“You weren’t the only one. How excited the social world was at the every move of a young girl who had not even officially crossed the threshold of the social world, one! It was the first time I had seen such a sight even though I was confident that I had seen all the molgol that could be seen on this floor. Someone joked that she was destined to die prematurely because she was a goddess born in a human body.”
“…….”
“It’s not bad for you to be preoccupied with what others are preoccupied with. Even my older brother and I are well aware that you are not the kind of seed that an old man like me would say to you. Anyway, because of the young girl’s health, she couldn’t be tied to marriage, and if it was the Marquis of Windrose, it wouldn’t hurt to put it on our side as well. But.”
Grapes crushed at the Countess’ fingertips.
“Why the hell did you bring that girl?”
Casio Brahmanduff laughed like a twilight.
It was an infinitely close laughter. As if a gambler was checking the cards on the table, the man tilted his head in a relaxed posture.
“…… Rumors circulated that there was a hidden treasure in the young Marquis of Windrose.”
As if telling an old story, Casio Brahmanduff’s voice was monotonous.
“His hair is like silver, His eyes are like emeralds, His skin is like winter frost. His figure is like a goddess, his voice like music, his movements like a dance.”
It was an ardent praise and the most objective praise.
The gray eyes of a man who prided himself on having an aesthetic for all the beautiful things in this world were as insensitive as a piece of stone.
“The death of fate is also proof that you are the favor of God. If you get the love of Ophelia Windrose, you will be happier than anyone else in the world.”
The grapes that the man had touched as a joke rolled over the table.
Fruit juice stained like blood on a white tablecloth. When the smooth fingertips pressed hard against the purple skin, the flesh crumbled.
“Don’t you think it’s an interesting story, aunt?”
The man laughed.
* * *
When I came back, removed my makeup, changed my clothes, and laid down on my bed, a thousand thoughts came into my mind.
Two days ago, I must have been forcing myself to sleep on a creaky bed.
Kitty was quick.
In less than an hour, I was able to lie flat on the bed with my slender body.
Every time we made eye contact, I felt strange seeing him smile with a kind face.
When I think about it again, no matter how many guests you are, you will have to have two or three maids in order to properly serve the noble lady.
But for now, Kitty was the only one who followed me around and was in charge of everything.
Was it because of my reluctance to be with many people?
“miss.”
I blinked my eyes. Kitty’s twinkling eyes, as if expecting something, were unfamiliar.
“Why, Kitty?”
“Are you debuting this season?”
“maybe.”
“Are you staying here all the time?”
“right.”
“Then, I. that… … .”
He rolls his eyes and crosses his fingertips.
I laughed because I knew what to expect.
“I have to come and help you, then.”
A star of joy flashed in Kitty’s eyes.
It is difficult for a girl of that age not to admire the social world.
Especially for users who have to see the nobles right next to them and feel their splendor over their shoulders.
It was one of the reasons why Ophelia was once held up like a goddess even by those who had never seen her face properly.
Her beauty, her tragedy, her background, even her cynical personality, became a hotbed of rumors floating around.
It culminated especially when the child was about to die.
A portrait of the boy and I imagined, like a princess and a maid, appeared in weekly magazines in contrast.
It was even said that the girl’s name was more famous than the princess who was once treated as the heir to the royal family.
The servants and maids who sold some of the girl’s personal information were kicked out of the marquis in one line.
Everyone said that his shadow had dominated the social world for years.
There was a time when everyone wore a white dress made of a sheer fabric that did not match the color of their skin and wore a white dress made of elegantly waving fabric, decorated with lily leaves in their ears, to make their complexion pale.
In a social circle with the best blonde hair, rumors circulated that young girls who admired silver hair and green eyes got sick after buying a mysterious drug that changed their hair and eye color.
Of course, if you look at the facts, it was a funny story.
He and I often played in the garden, but that was because the garden was the only place where he, who couldn’t go out, could relieve his cramps.
The girl didn’t like the cramped clothes that tightened her body, so she wore a simple one-piece dress that was easy to sew and wear as much as possible.
It must have been that any color didn’t suit her, but the girl didn’t wear bright colors that hurt her eyes.
The girl, dressed in white, monotonous clothes, was like a flower carved entirely from transparent crystal. Perhaps that is why, the child was presented with an abundance of all kinds of white flowers.
One of the flowers I received the most was a lily.
Ironically, the kid didn’t like lilies that much. He said he didn’t like the scent because it was too strong.
‘I’m going to be a corpse in no time anyway, so you’re saying I should smell the perfume beforehand?’
I plucked the lily stems that had been given to me as a gift, and whenever he said those words, I would take the broken flower stalk and put it in the fireplace.
After I left the marquise, I laughed when I heard that operas based on her as a motif were fashionable.
Even in the third-class plays that commoners see on the streets, there were a lot of precious young girls with green eyes and long silver hair.
And there was usually another girl next to her, dressed as a maid if she didn’t pay close attention.
The names were usually different.
It was either Armie, Em, or Adelaine. Usually it was the role of being jealous of the girl, hurting her, or betraying her.
A noble maiden usually weeps and suffers over betrayal, then meets a great and noble prince or knight, finds solace, falls in love, and witnesses the wretched girl’s ruin.
I would occasionally see such a cheap play on the street, and leave a coin or two in the cash drawer.
In the play, girls like Amy, Em, Adeline and Emmy were punished harshly and eventually disappeared from the side of the precious girl.
The precious girl became more precious and lived happily ever after. If it was a play, the reality was different.
Ophelia, as beautiful as the fantasy that everyone longed for, is no longer there, but I have to walk on my own feet into the social world where I struggled to reach even her shadow.
In an unfamiliar mansion that is not even a marquise. Holding the hand of a man you’ve never imagined.
“There is no lady in this mansion, so I can’t tell you how happy I was when I actually had guests.”
Kitty laughed bashfully.
“You have a wife, but you are not merciful……. They only have maids who have been with their wives for a long time. I am also afraid to see my wife up close.”
“How long have you been here?”
“It’s been five years, miss.”
5 years… … .
I was feeling a little weird.
Even Casio Brahmanduff would not have anticipated this situation in advance.
None of Ophelia’s followers could have imagined after her death except me.
I was also, in a sense, the same thing.
I told you to be happy, Ophelia, I’m leaving the Marquis, I couldn’t say that.
The girl’s followers would send her gifts every day that she wouldn’t touch, and noisily clamored for a way to find a way, even by offering sacrifices to the old goddess, who was now obscure in the realm.
It would be no coincidence that the ‘player’ never had a happy ending in the game.
No one treated ‘player’ properly as ‘player’.
The shadow of Ophelia, who had already died, clinged to every move of the gentle and kind Baron Young-ae, blocking her way.
To that extent, people were madly obsessed with Ophelia.
When the boy died, the enthusiasm reached its peak.
I left the marquise because I didn’t want to see it happen, but after Ophelia’s death in the original game, the marquise fell into a period of great confusion.
It wouldn’t have gone to the worst since Laertes remained and played a pivotal role, but it was impossible to stop the media from rushing in and spreading all kinds of gossip about the dead.
Did that child buy the magazine at that time and read the gossip I published?
You may not even know they are the same person.
Although the name Emilia isn’t as common as Catherine, Jim, or Sally, it’s not a name that doesn’t exist if you look for it again.
“Okay, please.”
That was all I could say.
The Bad End of That Otome Game