The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (6)
Episode 6
“…….”
The Marquis tried to say something, but repeated his silence. His voice seemed a little perplexed, but he soon regained his composure.
“…… That’s too early, isn’t it? The funeral was just yesterday… … .”
“It is not a good thing to postpone this. If it’s okay with you, I’ll leave today or tomorrow.”
“…… How about going to see my wife too?”
“If you look at me, your wife will have a harder time.”
“…… okay…….”
The Marquis faltered as if contemplating something, but he did not deny my words. It was natural.
The marquis was cold. Maybe when my beloved daughter is alive, it’s no longer worth my use.
No, it is rather negative.
If you are thinking of adopting Laertes as the successor of the marquis, it would be strange in many ways for me to remain as a marquise, not even my own daughter.
Laertes, too, should marry a young girl from a decent family as soon as possible now that Ophelia is dead, but it’s a little different for an unmarried girl who is not married to live with a marquise.
The Marquis, though cold-hearted, was agitated if he didn’t want to throw out his beloved daughter’s favorite as soon as the funeral was over, but in the end he nodded.
“…… Anything you need? Give me anything.”
“Fine.”
The load is not much. I was thinking of leaving with just a few simple clothes and valuables.
There are enough piles of dresses that Ophelia insisted on and forcibly tailored, but I wasn’t planning to debut in the social world and I was going to live a simple life like a commoner, but I didn’t really need them.
For the most part, I was thinking of putting it down. I needed to draw a line.
In the meantime, I have lived as a marquisist as much as Ophelia, but all of them were borrowed from me for a very short time.
It wasn’t mine to begin with. should not be mistaken
“Even so, it must be hard and difficult for everyone to hold the funeral, but I plan to go out quietly so as not to worry about it. I would appreciate it if you would keep it a secret.”
“…… If your thoughts are correct, then I will follow you.”
“thank you.”
“But if you change your mind, tell me anytime. This mansion is where Ophelia and Emilia lived together for ten years. I like to treat it like home. No one in our mansion will tell you to leave.”
I laughed instead of answering.
Sometimes, even if it’s empty words, I’m grateful for it. it is now
Whether I have lived for ten years or twenty years, I am at the end of a lineage that is mixed with the blood of a marquise.
A fallen aristocrat who barely holds the title of nobility.
The Marquis and Marquis bought me from my parents. It was, obviously, a deal. I only worked for my ransom.
It’s not that I’m not thankful. My trashy parents would have sold me in some other way if this had not been the case.
“thank you. If it’s okay with you, I’ll leave.”
The Marquis looked at me with uncertain eyes until the end, but he did not catch me.
I got out through the door the butler opened.
Because the Marquis’s health was not good, the hallway was quiet, and the maids were busily carrying cloths and hot water up and down.
I paused for a moment at the entrance to the hallway leading to the Marquis’s room, then moved on again.
If I look at the Marquis now, she might catch me.
If I said I was going out, I’d definitely say no. Whether it’s guilt towards her dead daughter or a reparation mentality.
At least as soon as the funeral was over, he was sure to think that he shouldn’t be released as if he was being kicked out. So it didn’t work.
I am not and cannot be her daughter. It should not be misleading. That was my line.
If you approach the Marquis, weakened by the loss of her daughter, and whisper sweetly that I’ll be your daughter, and push you, yes.
It might even be possible to obtain that castle.
As everyone expected, it might be a rolled-in stone that has taken the place of the dead Ophelia. I smiled bitterly.
I am not mistaken.
I will never be Ophelia. There is nothing in this world that can replace her.
It was in a similar vein to conclude that the men who loved her would be unhappy.
I loved Ophelia. The Marquis of Windrose with Ophelia was also good.
That was it. A marquise without Ophelia was worthless to me.
Wouldn’t it have been better if it had been a young aristocratic young girl who was fortunate enough to raise her status by grabbing a young girl with a weak heart because of a disease?
Ophelia told me to live well. He told me to be happy even for my share.
Will I be happy if I put on a wedding veil woven from lace long enough to be drawn to the floor, hold a bouquet made of expensive flowers imported from abroad, and marry Confucius from a noble house I would never have met face to face?
Well. I don’t know.
What is certain is that it is unlikely that I will be happy if I remain as a marquisist and take over Ophelia’s vacancy.
I loved him, but I ended up being jealous of what he had.
It was easier for me to leave it to a distant world than to envy the things I could neither covet nor covet.
After all, I can’t even be a substitute for him.
Because in the not too distant future, a pretty woman who looks just like her will appear.
A woman who still cannot know whether she will be happy or unlucky.
I slowly packed up. Someone knocked on the door. When I asked him to come in, a maid stuck her head out. I smiled a little at the familiar face.
It was Dorothy. The maid who took care of me and Ophelia for a long time.
“Lady, are you okay? I didn’t think I could have eaten properly, so I brought some snacks from the kitchen.”
“thanks. I will eat well.”
“No, but what kind of room is this? Did nobody clean it?”
“No, I have something to organize.”
“Are you okay? but……. If you move your room too, and do that…….”
I don’t know what I’m misunderstanding, but it’s cumbersome to explain, so I just laughed.
He also had a lot of sympathy with the users of the Marquis.
Hans in the kitchen, who said he was too skinny, and always wanted to eat something every time he passed by.
O’Dil, the nanny who almost raised Ophelia and I together.
Dorothy, who took care of Ophelia and me for a long time.
I grabbed Dorothy’s wrist and pulled out a turquoise satin ribbon string from the table and tied it. Dorothy widened her eyes.
“Your lady got this as a gift.”
“I will give you.”
“Yeah? That, this, that Miss Ophelia gave to her… … .”
“I left out my favorite color. Me, Ophelia, and you, let’s share it with the three of us.”
Then Dorothy sniffled and nodded. I smiled.
“Oh my gosh, why are you smiling so casually already? I feel worse when I see you. I’d rather cry… … .”
“Didn’t everyone else curse at me?”
“Hey goo, have I been seeing you for a day or two? I can see whether he’s really smiling or not… … .”
Dorothy shed tears.
I stroked Dorothy’s shoulder. Then Dorothy burst out crying.
I pulled Dorothy and hugged her.
“Wow, black, lady…….”
“Yes, yes.”
“Oh, Ophil, Miss Leah, Miss Lady…….”
“Huh.”
“What should I do……. At such a young age, already… … .”
“…….”
“I’m sorry, what should I do…….”
I rubbed Dorothy’s back slowly. The sound of cries pooled and spread like running water.
“Eh, Miss Emilia and Miss Ophelia, how we got along, how good we were…….”
That’s it.
I laughed. It would have been better if he had asked me to die together.
Hiding my backstory, I hugged Dorothy for a long, long time.
After weeping for a while, Dorothy smiled brightly with bright red eyes, saying it was fortunate that she was still there.
I didn’t dare put it to her face and tell her that I was leaving the mansion tomorrow.
* * *
I took advantage of the dawn to get out in the wagon.
The butler insisted on it, and there were those who thought it would take a whole day to walk to the main street because the site of the marquis was so wide.
The mansion at dawn was silent.
Just before getting on the carriage, I stared at the main body of the mansion without realizing it.
And I smiled bitterly when I realized I was unconsciously looking towards the room on the second floor where Laertes was staying.
what the hell is this
Could it be that he unconsciously wanted to hold on to me? I shook my head.
ten years. I came to Marquis at the age of eight, and met eight-year-old Ophelia.
Before her 18th birthday, Ophelia died, and I am leaving the Marquis.
It looked like a night escape, so I thought the situation was a little funny. It’s funny. who is looking for me?
I just forgot about Ophelia, who is loved by everyone, and her life as her most precious friend.
He was mistaken for laughing and chatting every day with great people who would not have even seen their faces in the original country.
i have nothing I was not loved by anyone except for Ophelia.
For a reasonable reason. Because there was no reason for that.
So, I didn’t want to be ugly. I didn’t want to be miserable because I didn’t know the subject and was greedy.
I didn’t want to fall because I was jealous and greedy for something that couldn’t be mine. So it was.
I got into the carriage without looking back. I got on a simple wagon without a single pattern, carrying a trunk.
The carriage stopped after running for a while. I said thank you to the driver and got down to the roadside.
It was early morning. Among the busy people in the morning, I slowly looked up at the sky.
It was cloudy and cold gray.
That Otome Game’s Bad End