The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (42)
Episode 42
Of course, it was true that I and Ophelia in the past really fought to the death.
Otherwise, no matter how much I had chosen to be her friend, I would not have been able to shake off the deep-rooted sense of inferiority that had accumulated in my heart.
So was the child.
Everyone cherished that boy, gold or jade. In that lofty and venerable marquis’ mansion, I was the only one who hated him.
He called the boy a bad bitch.
He cursed that the boy who couldn’t live long because he had a dirty temper and that he wouldn’t be able to go to a good place when he died.
The kid countered me by asking me where I was going to be the subject of a beggar living in the mansion thanks to him.
Looking back now, I could have said it was a memory, but at least me and the kid at that moment were sincere with each other. do not deny
The dream didn’t end there.
As if being punished, I saw a young ‘I’ sitting alone in a dark, dusty warehouse room.
The Marquis and Marquis certainly brought me as Ophelia’s playmate.
But that doesn’t mean I’m a slave who just nods at Ophelia’s actions.
First of all, it was the same reason that I had chosen a girl my age for my relatives.
In other words, since their positions are so different, even if they are in an equal position, even if their mouths are torn, they will not be able to speak, but at least they tried to treat them fairly ‘outwardly’.
So even if I had an accident, I was not punished unilaterally by myself.
Of course, Ophelia, who is a precious girl and who has to take care of her health, did not receive the exact same punishment as me.
The child received her own punishment. Of course, it was dissatisfying from my point of view.
Anyway, it was. Sit and meditate for hours in a cramped, empty warehouse room.
That was my punishment back then.
There was a window as small as a fingernail on the high wall near the ceiling, but that was it.
A young ‘I’ dragged a barrel left in the warehouse and squatted on it.
The appearance was neater than before.
It seemed that the wound had been healed, and there were traces of medicine applied to the limbs.
There was also a little bandage wrapped around the knee. Apparently, he was wearing a white blouse and light blue trousers.
Her black hair, which seemed to have been trimmed with all her might by the maid, was braided into a single fine braid and tied with a sky blue ribbon.
The young “me” was unwinding the ribbon and winding it around her fingers like a pretzel.
‘Are you here to make fun of people?’
‘Emilia.’
I almost flinched even though I knew it was a dream. Behind the warehouse room door, a serious voice was heard in spite of her young age.
Young Emilia, the face of young ‘I’ was full of various emotions.
Most were negative. The poison that filled his black eyes had not disappeared at all.
No, it was burning more vigorously as if someone had poured oil on it.
‘Why. is that kid crying? Aren’t you whining to kick me out? I have to go and comfort him. You’re a precious girl.’
‘Emilia.’
‘I don’t apologize no matter what my brother tells me.’
‘…… I didn’t come here to apologize.’
A voice as low as a sigh was heard.
Without looking at it, I could easily imagine what the boy would look like.
He discovered and trained the sword talent from a very young age.
Pants made of sturdy fabric and a comfortable shirt. Straps and belts worn across the waist and shoulders to hold the sword in place.
My fingers are already starting to get calluses.
A boy with long black hair that tickles his ears, and serious purple eyes that are unsuitable for his age.
A face that has not yet lost its youthful spirit. He doesn’t smile often, but every time he smiled faintly, the corners of his eyes folded like a crescent moon.
Yeah, I’ve been jealous of that boy ever since. He was fundamentally different from me.
Whether it was longing, jealousy, or Kyungae, something was complicatedly tangled up, and every time I saw it, my heart pounded.
There was something like an empty water bottle inside her chest, and whenever she looked at the boy, the half-pooled liquid in it roared like a wave.
I used to pretend that I wasn’t, clenching my teeth and contorting my face a lot, in case I was afraid I would be caught up with the ripples.
That’s why he deliberately used harsh words and called him sarcastically.
After getting older and being able to take care of myself, I gradually stopped this attitude.
‘So?’
‘I’m worried.’
‘Lies.’
‘Emilia.’
‘If you’re going to gossip, just go away.’
So, he scored a lot of goals like a hedgehog.
After all, I knew that the boy who was fair and kind to everyone and loved by all marquis like Ophelia could not give for me more than anyone else in the world.
After all, that person is Ophelia’s brother, and he can’t be my brother.
I was worried about myself being left alone in the warehouse room, and I was grateful for taking the time to look into it even though I was busy, but I hated even that consideration at that time.
I could see the young me standing on my knees, bowing my head, and burying myself in my lap. The sky blue ribbon was a mess and rolled on the floor.
‘…… I’m not lying.’
Laertes Hope’s voice was always heavy rather than light.
There was never a time when I didn’t say a single joke.
So it may have been more agitated. He was caught up in a delusion he hadn’t even thought of, and whenever, every time, every word made a ripple in the puddle of his heart, he would always worry.
What to do if you can’t stand it
What if I can’t stand it any longer?
If that’s the case, it’s really over. I really don’t have anything left.
At that time, I really hated Ophelia Windrose.
In a situation like this, what if we could not only spit out a grudge against evil like that, but also have a friendly voice?
Thank you for your concern.
After all, I only have a brother. It’s really a great comfort to me… … .
By saying this, I would rather take away that gentle man who would become her fiancé when Ophelia recovers in the future.
Would it have been easier to endure a little bit more if I had such a naughty thought?
No, no. Laertes Hope was an adopted child for the future of a marquise since childhood.
If Ophelia was alive and well, ignoring the favor of the Marquis and making eye contact with me, it would have been bad in many ways.
okay. I was confused in many ways.
I wasn’t smart enough to run away from the marquis as a young and helpless body and find a way to make a living on my own.
Although he was jealous of Ophelia, he did not have the desire to covet what she had.
Even though he liked Laertes Hope, his heart was pounding in his mind, lest his heart leak out and cause trouble to anyone.
A young ‘me’ was seen silently burying his eyes in his lap and tears streaming down his face.
I understand.
Even hope was poison to me at that time.
In a world where everyone loves Ophelia and misses Ophelia even after her death, it was difficult to survive around her.
Even I didn’t have too much. Parents who have been thinking about using their children to make money since childhood, and eventually selling them off, do not feel any guilt.
Although he is not a commoner, he has nothing to see other than that he is a distant collateral of the marquis.
I wouldn’t say I’m ugly, but she looks too insignificant to stand next to a beautiful woman like Ophelia.
At that time, I only thought of such things and burned my insides black.
Fearing that the sobbing voice would leak out, I clenched my teeth and put up with crying.
‘I didn’t even eat properly.’
‘…….’
‘Emilia.’
‘Did the Marquis do it? Are you rotting because of me?’
‘…… It’s not like that.’
‘Annoying, please stop pity me’
‘Emilia!’
For the first time, the boy’s voice rose a little higher.
However, in case the nursery rhyme would be found out, the young ‘me’ was desperate in its own way. The sound of screaming was mixed with the sound of iron.
‘So, if you don’t want to hear harsh words from me, go away! please! Such hypocrisy, really disgusting!’
‘…….’
I’d rather be hated. Just exchange harsh sounds like Ophelia.
You just have to act recklessly to the point where you don’t dare wish for a better relationship.
As he felt the boy’s silence inside the door, he thought of something.
A feeling of shame enough to want to die.
regret. anger towards yourself. A very faint sigh.
Young Emilia stopped breathing while listening to the sound.
‘…… Sorry.’
‘…….’
‘My thoughts were short.’
What is it that you are sorry for, or is it that you are really sorry that you came because you really sympathized with me?
I didn’t come here because of me, but maybe because of the Marquis or Ophelia.
I remember fifty thousand thoughts running through my head.
That Otome Game’s Bad End