The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (24)
Episode 24
Laertes stayed at the Marquis and got to hang out with the player girl, Elodie, and Casio is in front of me now.
Was the letter only sent to Casio? Or to all three of the original attack candidates?
But only one Casio Brahmanduff has approached me noticeably. I swallowed my doubts and opened my mouth.
“Obviously, I’m telling you right here.”
The loose black hair tickled his cheeks. The man was speechless.
“Ophelia is dead, so I am the only one left. And I try not to be misunderstood.”
“what?”
“People’s affection is more expensive than you think.”
At least that was the case with Ophelia and me. She was jealous of my future in which I would live a healthy life, and I was jealous of what she had.
I chose it because it was better for me to be by her side and be her friend, and I was the only one who was able to survive by her side to the end.
Because he was the same age as the aristocrat who would put him by his side first.
So he chose me.
They knew each other terribly well. When we were young, Ophelia and I used to swear at each other.
They scratched each other’s sensitive corners like a kid who was sold for money or a kid with a dirty personality that won’t rot in a coffin.
They took revenge by pulling each other’s ears and hair and throwing toads.
Everyone who worked as a marquisist knew her temperament.
So, even if I had a bad temper against him, I wasn’t the only one being rebuked.
Fortunately it was
He loved me knowing that there was nothing in my life as precious as her.
Regardless of whether Ophelia despises or hates her or looks like a worm, she was beautiful, lovable, and noble, somehow different from her relationship with her followers.
The man made up his voice as if he was sad.
“So you’re saying you don’t trust me? No matter how kind I am to Emilia?”
“I’m telling you not to say things that you don’t like to shake me up for nothing.”
“It’s not my taste. I’m sorry.”
“So that’s just what you said. Do you really want to? No one else?”
I was heartbroken with sincerity.
he’s a really bad guy
How much more must I have been enchanted by innocent young girls who knew nothing when they reached out their hand with a face that was so sweet and arrogant that even I, whom I knew from the beginning, would be mistaken?
The man shrugged.
“What do other people care about?”
“If I had been honest enough, I would like Casio Brahmanduff to take away the pretense of being wrapped around like a pie crust, right?”
“I have very, very high regard for Lady Emilia.”
The man held out his hand. I looked at the hand very strangely.
“After Lady Emilia disappeared like a late night escape from Marquis, everyone went crazy.”
“I didn’t ask.”
“Who would have known that he would not have come to Ophelia’s memorial service?”
“It doesn’t mean you have to attend a grand memorial service to mourn.”
“The letters came every day of the memorial service. twice.”
“…… Yes?”
Contemplating whether to grab the man’s hand or not, his fingertips slipped in the air.
The man skillfully grabbed my hand like a harpoon hunter for fish.
It was a terrace full of cold air, so my hands and men’s hands were cold.
“After seeing what was delivered this year, I became more concerned about finding Lady Emilia.”
“What is the content?”
“Didn’t you sign a contract to show me when it’s over?”
“If it’s two cans, one can…….”
“Really Emilia.”
The man’s eyes shone strangely.
It was then that I realized that the man skillfully grabbed my hand and pulled me into a situation where I made eye contact with the man again.
While I was distracted by the letter, I felt like I was half-caught in the man’s arms.
I wiggled my fingertips, chewed the tips of my lips, and worked hard to focus on the topic.
“Does your eyes change when you hear about Ophelia?”
“…… What a surprise.”
I made a loud noise. What’s wrong with people who turn to Ophelia and do all sorts of things to me?
“When you say something else, you understand the situation fairly calmly, and tell me that you are not mistaken. I was vigilant about not being deceived, like a baby beast stomping on its feet.”
It was ridiculous to say that he was the best con artist in the world.
“When you talk about Lady Ophelia, you become restless like a mother who has lost her young.”
“So?”
“It’s amazing, yes.”
“It’s even more interesting for me to see that decent writers are consistently custom-made nerds when it comes to Ophelia.”
“This is whether Lady Ophelia resembles Emilia, or whether Emilia resembles Lady Ophelia…….”
“My tone of voice was also desperately corrected. Ophelia, it’s enough to live one life, but I’m not the type of person to die soon, so I can’t use it if my tone is rough.”
“…… Is that so?”
“When Ophelia is talking to a visitor, if I pretend to be dry next to him, the visitor will be less likely to protest.”
“Is it out of necessity?”
“Yes. I don’t know if you know that Ophelia even read a book called ‘100 Ways to Elegantly Feed People’ to give you some medicine.”
“It is an honor for the family to give Lady Ophelia such trouble.”
“okay. That’s exactly how I want to fuck people.”
I nodded.
The next moment, the man began to laugh as if it had exploded. The squeaking, which had been as minor as incontinence, became so intense that the next moment he grabbed his waist and shook his shoulders.
I couldn’t figure out why the man suddenly smiled so much, so I just looked at him with a fat face.
Since it was a half hugged shape, whenever the man smiled, the trembling of the cup was transmitted through his arms and back.
Shall I push it, or will I even hit my head?
It was dawn anyway, and no one would see me, dreaming of a perfect crime and looking at me with a dissatisfied face, the man quickly stopped laughing.
He smiled so happily that the corners of his eyes gleamed faintly.
“…… Emilia?”
“Yes.”
I nodded my head insincere, indicating that everyone was smiling.
“It’s strange. In the past, Emilia was very confident… … It looked offensive and unlucky.”
“Does that mean you’re completely unlucky now that you’re even blatant on a topic you’re sticking with?”
“No, no. It means fun.”
“Even now, it sounds more like a curse than a compliment.”
“I thought you would reveal your true nature after Lady Ophelia died.”
“Are you calling me stupid for not being as snobbish as you would like?”
“I just didn’t understand. You said it was a deal, but your contribution to the marquis must have been much greater than that.”
“You seem to be very interested in the situation of the marquis in the subject of outsiders. In fact, was it that you coveted the marquis?”
“I’m interested in the marquis who you created the rift.”
“…… Yes?”
“It’s still cold.”
The man raised his hand and brushed my forehead. The cold, slightly hard fingertips brushed his forehead and ruffled his hair.
It was a careful touch, like a petal that would fall off just by brushing it, or a soft cloth.
The man gently and resolutely pushed me out of my arms.
It was then that I noticed that the man he was carrying had put my jacket on my shoulder.
My hands and feet were already cold, and it was time to go back, so I wondered what the hell would be the use of this, but I calmly accepted it. A friendly voice was heard.
“I think you can go to the dressing room at the end of the day after having been very lazy in bed. Anyway, I can’t put off clothes any longer.”
I wanted to ask what ‘the marquise you created the rift’ meant, but I kept my mouth shut in a strange feeling.
Casio Brahmanduff is a man who can be kinder than anyone else if he wants to.
But he was also a man who would never confide in me if he wanted to. A man who knows how to deceive even those who know it is deception.
The only choice is to grab the soft, fine cloth robe with one hand like a cloak, and speak as if it were in line with the play.
“You are too interfering with the lady’s schedule. After shouting out loud that I won’t let clothes be a problem.”
“Of course, it wouldn’t be a problem. If the price is the same as that of Giwangjisa, wouldn’t it be the human heart to decorate with black diamonds rather than jets? It’s the same with leisure.”
Just before I left, the man took my left wrist and kissed it lightly.
Have a nice dream, my lady.
It was a shallow greeting, as if bitter chocolate had been coated in sugar.
That Otome Game’s Bad End