The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (70)
Episode 70
I smiled as naturally as possible. It was much easier now than the resignation I had at the time when I saw a beauty that no human could ever match every day.
There were many complaints about everything, and even Ophelia, who threw a teacup in front of guests, was admired by everyone, not to mention the popularity of Elodie, who is praised for being kind and friendly to everyone.
I heard that the girls who were pathologically following Ophelia at the time are now on the verge of following Elodi.
Whether the letters pouring in to the marquis are exponential, or that Elodie exchanged handwritten letters with some of the young girls in the early days, even calling it a privilege.
At first glance, the rumors were all so grand that even I was tired of hearing them.
I understood the concerns of the Countess McGinty. Clearly, it was an overwhelming beauty that made anyone who saw it feel deprived.
longing, jealous, or feeling deprived. Anyone could have been.
When a ball is held, there are a lot of ladies who drink only a sip of water from the night before.
“It’s definitely envy to be able to think of Ophelia just by looking in the mirror.”
But that’s it.
Photography was hardly developed, and portraits were still the mainstream. In particular, the nobility preferred portraits, saying that they have a noble taste. Perhaps you can find a few paintings of the dead Ophelia if you search for the marquis.
At the time, there were traders who made small portraits of Ophelia as they wished and sold them as small items.
However, there was no way that at most a portrait could capture all of her aura.
However, even those who have never seen Ophelia in person, even though it is just a painting, have longing for things like, ‘If the picture is this big, how much is the real thing?’
I laughed bitterly.
A long time ago, I saw the story of twin brothers who had an accident. The older brother died and the younger brother lived.
When someone asked how he felt, he said that whenever he looked in the mirror, he saw his older brother, and his younger brother answered. How does it feel to see others in your own face?
It’s also someone I’ve never seen or met. But everyone loves.
No, rather, if you think that you are already dead and that your appearance is mine, you may be able to enjoy all these situations without any problem.
Either way, I couldn’t know until I asked Lady Elodie myself.
“Memories are inevitably blurred. That’s a little sad. In my eyes, Ophelia was prettier, but there is no one else to compare it to.”
“You’re the same age, don’t you feel deprived?”
“I know it’s not my part from the beginning anyway.”
A child who grew up as an only child from the beginning does not understand when others say, ‘I must be lonely because I grew up alone.’
If you don’t like people in the first place, you may prefer to spend time alone rather than growing up with siblings.
‘Cause it’s always been Because there was nothing strange about it. If it’s a family, don’t you have parents anyway?
Even this one is people’s interest and absolute affection and admiration.
I wasn’t envious of the irresponsible affection of an unspecified number of people, I was envious of the conditions she had.
I reckoned the conditions of the game again. Everyone’s first love. premature death. A person who ruins the lives of others because everyone can’t forget them until the end… … .
That was Ophelia.
Come to think of it, Ophelia, who had never loved anyone in the first place. Ophelia, who just cursed the world and died.
I wanted to be the only one for someone. I’ve wanted it since I was very young.
All of the Marquis’s people belonged to Ophelia, so they couldn’t be ‘my own’.
It was in a similar vein to forcibly chewed and swallowed a growing tender heart.
But only Ophelia made me my only one. So I also lived for Ophelia.
She was too pretty and lovable to be caught up in a given situation and hated blindly.
If I had confessed to that girl, ‘I remember my previous life,’ would they not have listened?
I used to think like that sometimes. If Ophelia comes of age safely, let me tell you the story of that ‘game’ that I have now started to forget. If that child comes back to life, if the fate that the child should have died would change.
But in the end, the boy died and gave up hope.
“I think I can sympathize with that young girl. If I said this to someone, they would laugh at who I sympathize with in my situation.”
Ironically, I could sympathize with Elodie because I knew Ophelia better than anyone.
Knowing the game couldn’t prevent Ophelia from dying, but knowing the game knew the end that Elodie should have suffered.
No one, sincerely, ‘Ophelia has nothing to do with it. You are more precious to me than anyone else in this world.’
Wouldn’t it be better if it had a completely different look? However, the targets of the attack were all giants.
Even with Elodie’s original status, it was not easy to approach. If it hadn’t been for the halo of the dead Ophelia, we wouldn’t have been able to get close so quickly.
“If that young girl named Elodie was a lady of a great aristocratic family comparable to that of Marquis Windrose, would people dare to talk like she is now? The ladies whom the dead Ophelia sent for the remnant and everything. It’s second to none that they are the same age. There are not many people who can happily accept the story of someone who has already died through themselves.”
Everyone knows that Elodie wouldn’t be able to rise to this position if it was normal.
I know very well that Ophelia wouldn’t put up with these words and actions. So that’s how it behaves.
“But I can’t say it’s offensive. I heard that he came to the capital because his family was poor, so he tried everything to debut.”
“There is no way you can say anything bad about a dead man while wearing the favor of a marquise.”
The Countess McGinty helped.
“Society, if you can get the halo of the dead, you can buy and sell coffins, though there are a lot of people who think what the hell is wrong with that. After she died, Young-ae’s shadow was too strong.”
Was it the sorrow of young Werther? At the time it was announced, I’ve heard stories of young people committing suicide by following the lead character.
If Ophelia’s cause of death had not been an illness but suicide, a similar trend would have spread in the social circles at the time.
“It’s Ophelia. I don’t think it can be helped.”
I laughed with a complicated heart. If it was that kid, everyone would laugh at it. ‘What are you doing after you die, you bastards!’
Those who were swayed and those who joined in, must have looked at everyone with contempt as they were very small and worth seeing.
It is said that his shadow is so strong that it drives the people of the world into misery. okay. I think there may be people who think so.
“Everyone is looking at Miss Elodie with envy like Cinderella. Few people would think like Miss Emilia that they entered the high society overnight.”
“I don’t know that all these envy are as fleeting as a bubble.”
At least it was for the kid.
“Even if I love you to the point of death, what does that mean if my heart is a problem for that person?”
So during my stay at the Marquis, I could not love anyone.
Ophelia poured her heart out to me, the only person who confirmed that she was going to die. Ironically, that’s how I was able to be sincere with him.
Even if he used a rare fabric that could not be used arbitrarily even in the royal family as a floor covering, even if the acid and seafood piled up, all of that was meaningless to him.
The boy said he would like to spend the night in the mountains, as long as his body is fine. He said he wanted to cross the distant sea.
I want to meet a tribe that eats insects in a foreign country. Wouldn’t it be tastier than the countless pills he’d taken?
The hearts of countless people who cried and laughed while praising the boy outside the marquis were as fleeting as a bubble.
It was also grinded and grinded.
‘If I were a man, wouldn’t it be a myth that a young girl from an aristocratic family would climb over the fence and hide in the garden to offer flowers and songs? They would say that the evil young girls caused trouble to the sick Confucius again. Just because I got angry and kicked it out, it wouldn’t have been consumed in such a way that ‘roses have thorns’.’
“But I am on his side. I have decided to stop sympathizing with Elodie Young-ae.”
“Well?”
“I know better than anyone that I can’t be on everyone’s side anyway.”
If you think about it common sense, it is right to put aside respect for the dead and let the living live.
The topic that is being talked about in the newspapers now has the same theme.
‘The Marquis’s health also improved like that. Others also taste flesh. Isn’t it all good? Let’s ask about our regrets about the dead young-ae, and let’s make this young lady a new thing to worship.’
I’m tired of that logic. If you’re going to think about efficiency, I shouldn’t have left the Marquis in the first place.
If it wasn’t for that kid anyway, I had to make a strong decision to use my hand so that no one would take it.
It wouldn’t have been impossible at all. Because the Marquis had a very weak heart.
If I had been a little kinder and kinder, I would have opened my heart. I don’t care if the root of it is guilt.
Every time I think of Elodie holding Laertis Hope’s hand, my mood gets complicated.
In order to get a good ending in that game, he had no choice but to get entangled with Laertes.
In that sense, she was on the right track now. The best ending was that the Marquis of Windrose was in full responsibility for her.
Edmund was nothing more than a bomb with a detonator named Ophelia. Not to mention Casio.
In the meantime, Casio’s words were quite a concern.
What Ophelia and Elodie have in common… … .
Unrealistic appearance, as if it were not of this world. And to be passionately loved by an unspecified number of people?
The two had different personalities, personalities, and family relationships. That was the only match. Luckily, Elodie easily entered the upper society because of Ophelia’s shadow… … .
Aww, I blinked my eyes.
Come to think of it, what kind of life would Elodie have had without Ophelia?
That Otome Game’s Bad End