The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (28)
Episode 28
“Ophelia was the ugliest kid in the world. To me, he was a kid who wouldn’t change the world.”
“…….”
“She was so pretty and kind.”
In the past, Casio Brahmanduff would have laughed at me. To say that Ophelia is bad, that there is something wrong with your eyesight.
But now he has kept his mouth shut, and I am continuing my thoughts without his objection.
It was a little sad because it seemed to refer to the undeniable change of time.
Ophelia is dead, and people have changed. Now, everyone is crazy about the person who resembles him, not the boy.
“But I don’t need it.”
“Then what if that lady is unkind to everyone and only kind to you?”
“What does it matter?”
“I wondered if Lady Emilia was like that. I asked him if he would like to use it as a reference for future plans.”
“It’s taste, it’s Nabal, that kid is that kid, I’m me, and the other person is another person.”
“It’s amazing.”
“I don’t know what plan I’m going to use it for, but I know my taste. What will you do?”
“I want to try it according to the taste of my precious partner.”
Casio was really ready to say it, as if he was going to match it with what I was saying.
As soon as I imagined Casio mimicking Ophelia, my shoulders trembled silently.
I like it… … .
Seriously, since childhood, I liked someone’s hard shoulders.
A shoulder that is so strong that even if I hang on it, I can casually receive it with one arm.
I didn’t know if I wanted to depend on something.
A sincere and trustworthy guardian.
No matter what I do, someone who will believe in me and cherish me wherever I am.
It may have been a longing for family. My whereabouts have been unknown since my birth parents took the money and handed me over to the marquis.
Even before selling, he was not a good protector because he made money wandering the streets.
The Marquis people treated me well as Ophelia’s friend, but I didn’t feel inherently secure.
Perhaps it was because the awareness that I was the one who was sold was stronger than anything else.
In the meantime, it might not have been natural for Laertes to have an eye.
Between me and Ophelia, who were frivolous and immature, Laertes has always been a serious and quiet older brother.
His short black hair, his vivid purple eyes, and his low voice, he was consistently calm, unlike a young boy.
Ophelia’s stubbornness and my mistakes would be accepted without a word.
On the other hand, at the training center provided, he hid behind an old tree with branches stretching out at the end of the railing on the second floor, and no one would spy on him.
He sneaked out only when Ophelia was taking a nap, crumpled her tiny body at the tip of a lush branch, and pricked her ears.
My heart was pounding all the time in fear that someone might find out.
Now that I think about it, it was the first time I had sincerely greed for something since I came to the Marquis.
The soft bread I ate at every meal, the exotic fruit I ate for the first time, the delicate lace that I was afraid to touch, and the book with colorful pictures. More than anything else, people wanted it.
The people Ophelia’s share, her family, and the kind people by her side were madly coveted.
Even at a young age, I knew I couldn’t do that.
When Ophelia’s health improved, I stopped spying on him after I overheard the marquis discussing how about getting engaged.
I didn’t want to get caught. It was meant to upset everyone.
Ophelia hated men, but she listened to Laertes.
I don’t know if Ophelia can safely become the heir to the marquis, but if that’s difficult for health reasons, at least I had to bring Daryl son-in-law to continue the work of the marquis by herself.
That was Laertes.
In other words, Ophelia’s mate was marked as Laertis from the beginning, although Ophelia’s condition was not intentionally tied to a marriage contract.
The second son with great talent, distant relatives, the age of the same age.
Just as I was sold to a marquis writer as a friend of Ophelia, a person who comes and goes in and out of the mansion because of an adult’s circumstances and personal circumstances.
So it was hidden from that time. He didn’t even bother with Ophelia.
I was deliberately mean. For me and Laertes to be ‘normal’, my God.
After Ophelia died, I had to become the adopted daughter of the Marquis and marry Laertes instead.
That was too selfish in my opinion as a child.
If someone notices my mind, anyone will care. Especially when it comes to Ophelia.
I really hated it that much. I hated dying. Is it because of me that Ophelia gives up on the person she likes in her short life?
Rather than seeing it like that, I wanted to run away at night with my bare body in the Marquis.
Even if Ophelia died without connecting with Laertes, it was too terrifying for me to think about what would happen after that.
I erased that option, erased it, erased it again, in case Ophelia died and thought I was fortunate enough to be able to make love.
No matter how much Laertes seemed to care about me, no matter how kind he seemed, I decided not to be mistaken.
How difficult would it have been if I had confessed even one thing?
The girl brought in as Ophelia’s playmate to the boy who was brought in as Ophelia’s daughter-in-law and as the successor to the future marquis?
Anyway, he was someone who couldn’t be my share.
Just as I hated Ophelia at that time but cherished it, just like I was fortunate to have met her, but envied the things she had.
Even if Ophelia died, Laertes was usually the one who had the most connection with the ‘player’.
No matter how much Ophelia teases the marquis to treat me well, in the end, I am not a member of the marquis.
My only hope is because not only me, but every girl my age in Marquis has liked Laertes at least once.
My behavior, which may have been a little strange, was that I could just pass it on as one of the deviances of a young child who had my heart fluttered when I saw my older brother with a handsome face.
That ghostly-eyed man used to take out the wick of emotion he had pressed down casually, as he did on the day of the funeral, and touch it, asking why he didn’t light it.
Anyway, this guy also started following Ophelia after seeing Ophelia when he was quite young, if not as much as Laertes, so he found a slight gap in me that I saw at the time and is still using it to this day, but there is no serious basis for it.
If you think about it, that man was truly a cruel person to others.
As a frog is struck to death by a stone thrown unintentionally, as on the day of a funeral, mercilessly ‘Didn’t you like Sir Laertes?’ saying things like
Even Edmund Gloucester was there.
Even if Laertes wasn’t there, I’m glad I was able to act so carelessly, but I couldn’t understand how miserable it would have been if I had been agitated and behaved in an unsightly way.
But now, it was ironic that I was destined to hold that man’s hand and dance after making a debut in the future.
To even run into Edmund and his young girl in the dressing room… … . Even what did you just say? my taste?
Could it be that Ophelia and Elodie were compared in such a way that Ophelia was my preference? I couldn’t figure it out at all.
I know that for this man, Ophelia is the only light in this world that cannot be compared to anything else.
Isn’t it a bit of a metaphor for an attitude to make fun of me?
Of the three male protagonists in my memory, Edmund was the one who was very openly courting Elodie, but…….
Even if it’s just a curiosity about ‘a substitute that resembles Ophelia’, this man should also have been interested in the player quite a bit.
For some reason, it looked a little different from what I had envisioned.
That’s how I started by asking me what I thought of her in the first place.
Of course, I knew from the moment I hung around next to Ophelia that there was an unpleasant interest in me–perhaps wanting to get rid of it, or wanting to get away with it, or something like that… … .
Is it not because he really wanted to throw me into the abyss after selling his family and Ophelia’s letters?
I never knew again
Maybe Ophelia’s letter is something like, ‘If you touch Emilia, I’ll come back from the grave and kill you’?
So, Elodie pokes at Ophelia who has returned… … .
No, this was too far-fetched.
In any case, even if it was a board that was painstakingly crafted to disgrace me, the man could not be free from that board either.
The honor of a partner who debuted together holding hands is nothing short of their own.
Even a Casio Brahmanduff wouldn’t be able to bear that much bleeding.
The man smiled brightly when our eyes met. It’s not very natural either.
I deliberately frowned and gave a belated answer to the man’s question.
“…… No matter what you do, it’s just creepy, so quit.”
“You are polite.”
“anyway. I’m telling you in advance… … I think I spoke a little bit to Edmund Gloucester because I was angry, even if it was a whisper. Wouldn’t it be a bit of a nuisance for my successful social debut?”
“It doesn’t matter if you threw an iron awl at that idiot, not a horse.”
“Yes, I am very relieved.”
“It’s a little sad when you think about it. May I prepare one for self-defense?”
“…… I will politely decline. I don’t want to stain the debutant with blood.”
I politely declined the man’s words, which somehow sounded sincere.
Self-defense gear was a bit tempting, but the man seemed to literally hand over a weapon to cut off Edmund Gloucester’s head without hesitation.
Around that time, I felt the carriage slowly slowing down.
A few slurs of horses were heard.
The Bad End of That Otome Game