The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (41)
Episode 41
I sometimes feel Emilia’s feelings more deeply than anyone else in the game.
What Emilia couldn’t achieve even if she worked hard all her life, Ophelia got it too easily. Even things she didn’t want herself.
Like light and shadow, people of the same age are different from head to toe.
Have I never thought that if I could shine like Ophelia, even just once, it wouldn’t be a waste even if the rest of my life was evaporated at once?
Even a man with arrogant eyes that ridiculed everything in the world knelt in front of him as if he were a lowly servant.
It is very difficult to see a clear difference like a goddess and a kitchen digger, but not to harbor a feeling of inferiority towards someone else.
I hated her, envied her, and chose to love her more than that.
And in return, he got his love.
It wasn’t a stumbling block. Rather, it seems to be a little more overflowing.
Now that I think about it, is there any reason why I have to succumb to other regrets?
It is only empty when you have to get the dregs of affection for someone other than yourself. Especially if the comparison target is Ophelia.
It is said that nobility does not show poverty even if they die of starvation.
The countess’ eyes dimmed and then shone again.
“…… It’s so strange.”
I looked at the Countess without averting her eyes.
“Obviously, she’s just her age, and she’s just a young adult, but it’s impossible to be this calm to talk about.”
“If you give me a high rating, I just appreciate it.”
“Even if you get caught up in a quarrel, there will be no redness in your face.”
“As long as I get help from my wife, I will do my best not to harm her face.”
“Even if you do your best, sometimes things are unavoidable.”
Instead of answering, I nodded.
“But there is an attitude in measuring all of that. It’s hard to find a character that is calm and doesn’t panic, even with money.”
“…….”
“No matter how complicated my circumstances, it is difficult to admit my shortcomings without swearing with my mouth.”
Even if I try to go out into the social world now, it is difficult for me to easily win over people who would have honed their words and deeds by looking forward to the social world from an immature childhood.
You should just aim for persevering without being embarrassed or being hurt.
But the Countess McGinty seemed to be kicking her tongue into her mouth and shook her head with a complicated look.
“…… So, the opportunity to change the last name to remain as a poor marquisist has already passed?”
“Yes. It’s been a long time since I left two years ago.”
“okay. Also this year… … .”
I could easily guess what the Countess was saying behind the scenes.
Yes, the player showed up. You must be busy taking care of her like your own daughter.
Wouldn’t some people laugh at me if I said when I left that I didn’t need it all, and if I said I would go back and hold onto my pants crotch?
“Blessed was the dead lady.”
“…….”
Suddenly I felt a tingling sensation in the back of the head, as if the Countess’ words had struck me, and I only blinked.
“If you don’t know it well, you know very well that Miss Emilia is a girl who is fundamentally different from what the thunder-naked people in the world are talking about. If you had a girl like that closest to you, it would mean that the dead girl also had eyes to see.”
“…….”
Suddenly I felt like something was squeezing my throat, and I shut my mouth like a clam.
is it? Could I have been Ophelia’s blessing?
In the end, was it possible to say that it was the comfort of the child who died like that, and that it was fortunate to have met me?
No one had ever said anything like that.
Of course, I was fortunate to have stayed by her side, although the Marquis thanked me.
But I never thought I’d be able to hear someone say something like this in this way.
I was so calm and dignified, to hear such evaluations that Ophelia, who had been by my side, also had eyes to see.
Like a shadow attached to Ophelia, who was as proud and beautiful as a queen…… It’s not like I’m a maid, though I want to.
I see. If I was highly rated, Ophelia could be rated highly because of that. … .
It was a really strange realization.
If he was the sun, then I was always the moon.
Even if I chose the path to coexist with that girl, my color and that girl were different.
I just thought I couldn’t stand it.
I thought it was like a half-mirror that shines with extra light. It felt like my throat was choking when I heard that I could have made her shine brighter.
I laughed out loud with a face about to cry. He bit the flesh in his mouth and clenched his teeth.
Something I didn’t know was piled up in my arms, and it felt like it was going to explode if I just touched it.
“…… thank you.”
The Countess would have noticed my commotion, but she simply nodded and moved on in a friendly way.
It was really fortunate.
* * *
‘The subject was sold for money.’
Even in my dream, I knew that this was a dream thing.
I was separated from the scene as if I was seeing it through the eyes of a third person.
It was a sunny afternoon. It was midsummer. The whole garden smelled of grass, which the gardener had carefully cared for.
The tip of the thicket, where yellow roses had grown modestly, had been damaged and looked unattractive.
A young child, perhaps the cause, stood tall in a gray dress full of grass.
How long has it been since you came to Marquis? He was a low-key child with nothing but evil on his face. He was staring at his opponent with poisoned eyes.
His black hair, which couldn’t be said to have originally had a good texture, was tangled up.
Besides, the ends were jagged, and it looked like he was wearing a bizarre wig that someone could have made for punishment.
The dark eyes literally rose as if they would bite anyone if they touched them. The tips of her lips trembled.
The child standing next to him was the opposite.
Her skin was as white as milk poured, and her slender limbs seemed to glow.
Even the blinking eyelids were silvery, and the transparent green eyes gleamed with a brilliance that could not be beaten by jewels.
The end of the pale pink dress without any wrinkles fluttered.
‘What’s so good about flaunting? If it’s a sold child, you should know the subject like a sold child.’
‘Bitch.’
The opponent’s face was distorted at the stinging words without even blinking their eyes.
The doll-like, beautiful face was instantly dyed bright red with anger.
‘Did you not understand me?’
‘Yeah? Let’s sell our porridge soon. You’re the kind of boy who has a bad temper that makes anyone hate him and run away so that he buys people with money?’
‘Hey, this is crazy!’
‘I was sold for your parents’ money, your money?’
‘If it came as my toy, I could figure out the topic… … !’
‘Die!’
‘Lord, I don’t know the subject… … !’
‘Look, where! Come on! Meet your parents, eat well and live well! shamefully! I can’t handle myself, so I run to my parents and tell them!’
Something as blue as a flame glimmered in her black eyes.
Shouting out in an evil voice, young Emilia kicked the rose bush and ripped it apart with her fingertips.
It doesn’t care that the unmanicured rose thorns scratch the back of their hands and leave scars on their calves.
When I looked closely, there were already large wounds on my knees and elbows that were not properly covered with sheep skin from a fall.
‘If you say a word, you’ll be kicked out! Even if you pray while crawling on the floor, it’s not enough! I abandoned my parents, my personality was dirty, and I was ugly… … !’
‘If you are pretty and get along well with your parents, do people look like ants?!’
‘Don’t let this go?! this isn’t… … ! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!’
In the end, young Emilia, who had been slashing at the rose bush, got up abruptly as if she couldn’t contain her anger.
Then, he suddenly grabbed the young Ophelia’s fine hair with both hands and shook it relentlessly.
Ophelia’s temperament was not normal either, so she was embarrassed at first, but the next moment she grinned and wheezes and grabbed Emilia’s hair.
The two young children soon spread out on the grass and murmured like beasts. Scratched, kicked, and rolled on the floor.
When the maids, who had only just learned of this situation, ran away from afar and separated the two of them, there was no significant difference between the two of them.
In other words, young Emilia was the same as before and now, and Ophelia has ruined her beautiful appearance and has become no different than Emilia.
Her fine silver hair was messed up with grass and dirt, and even her fine clothes that had no wrinkle were scattered on the floor and stained, making them unusable.
Ophelia, who couldn’t beat Boon with a cheek that had a red scar on her fingernail, and stared at her vigorously, Emilia responded by sticking out her tongue as if she wanted it rather.
This time, the angry Ophelia was about to rush in, and the maids next to her struggled to get it apart.
One side of the garden where the two fought was literally devastated as if a war had begun.
The yellow rose bushes that were the main victims, as well as the short shrubs nearby and the small flowers that bloomed about a span apart, were a mess as if a typhoon had come and gone.
As I watched the scene again, I fell into a strange thought.
The Bad End of That Otome Game