The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (71)
Episode 71
There certainly would not have been the unconditional protection of the marquis like now, but thanks to his gentle personality and his looks, he probably wasn’t in a bad position… … .
I, I mean, Emilia in the original game, if it hadn’t been for Ophelia, I quit wandering the streets at a young age, thinking about only starving to death from malnutrition at a young age or a tragic end.
Emilia and Ophelia would not have passed by if it had not been for Ophelia’s illness.
“You are firm. How do you know that Miss Elodie and her new best friend?”
“I don’t think that will happen. I made a promise.”
“What promise?”
“I’m not going to make a better friend than him.”
Countess McGinty was silent for a moment.
I understood her silence. They weren’t even adolescent girls, and as an adult, it was a bit embarrassing to say.
If I said something like this anywhere in the social world right now, it wouldn’t be a play house, and I would laugh at you for making such a childish sound proudly.
“I was his only friend, so I wanted to keep him as my best friend.”
“…… You and the dead lady are really close.”
“Since he made the concessions, I have to listen to that as well.”
“Is that a concession?”
Countess McGinty had a sullen face.
“It’s a very concession for that kid.”
I answered with sincerity. It was a very generous condition for that kid.
It’s like her personality, ‘I dared to die, but you say you sleep with your arms and legs outstretched? It’s not strange to say, ‘If you make new friends and become sluggish!’
Don’t make friends for the rest of your life, and live like a nun with an open mind! Somehow this isn’t
He was jealous of me too. Even if he comforted a dog with a broken leg at all, he kept asking if he liked him or a stray dog like that.
The only person she can monopolize is me, and I couldn’t bear to stare at her like that.
A boy who was jealous, possessed a strong desire for monopoly, and ate badly, but sincerely listened to me.
Such a child, neither in the previous life nor in this life, will be found any more.
I understood novels in which the person who had a crush on her own would break her heart because she was the unrequited partner of a family member or a close friend.
Love, which burns both life and self, is not the only great thing. Giving up does not mean that all of those feelings lose their meaning.
Just because there is something more precious, I just acted for it.
“…… It seems that the character of Young Ae, Marquis of Windrose, was just as rumored?”
“No matter what rumors you have heard, it must be more than that.”
At my assertion, the Countess McGinty put a bewildered face. He also understood that I looked weird when he declared ‘the most precious friend’ and said ‘he has a bad personality’.
“When it comes to the story of the dead marquis, Miss Emilia is a little bit…… Do you think it will change?”
“okay?”
I think Casio said something similar last time. I looked at her blankly.
“Always calm is Emilia’s strength, but it’s not like that…….”
The Countess turned her face away and muttered.
“…… Shall I say shameless?”
I couldn’t understand English, so I tilted my head slightly. My face was clear as usual.
So, talking about Ophelia was more enjoyable than usual.
You can’t gossip about this anywhere, and you don’t have to worry about spreading rumors.
It felt more liberating than I thought to honestly tell my inner story to someone other than a marquisist.
It’s hard to believe that I’ve lived alone for over two years, just asking myself in my heart, pretending to be a commoner and drinking coffee.
…… Were your eyes too bright?
Did I seem happy to swear at Ophelia? The girl has a bad side, but the point is that she does pretty things nonetheless.
I immediately became a little embarrassed. Of course, she was ugly, but she was pretty. You did a damn good job.
That’s the point. Perhaps you misunderstood it, and was it strange to see a child who was called a best friend rejoicing about the shortcomings of a dead person?
“do not misunderstand. I really like Ophelia. I just like her bad personality… … .”
Oh, maybe this was a mistake? Countess McGinty’s expression turned very strange.
Somehow, the eyes of a mother hedgehog hugging a hedgehog that is her baby even though she is pretty?
“No, I just don’t like it! …… It was so cute to see a kid with that kind of personality just die to me… … countess? Did I say anything wrong by any chance?”
“No, no.”
Countess McGinty answered too quickly.
“Miss Emilia is…… They say that I had a bad relationship with the suitors of the deceased Marquis Young-ae.”
“Yes, it is. Even with Sir Casio, the relationship wasn’t really that comfortable back then. He was also close friends with Sir Edmund.”
“It’s not natural…….”
“Yes?”
“No, no. Even if you are the Marquis in front of you, it will be difficult for you to argue about Ophelia comfortably.”
A part of my heart was pounding, wondering if I might have noticed that I ran into the Marquis of Windrose in the break room the other day.
The words the Marquis cried and vomited that day sank like sediment in the depths of my heart.
‘Are you perhaps this cruel?’
Every time I remembered those words, my lungs sting.
‘I guess I look like Ophelia.’
I would be lying if I said my answer wasn’t mixed with self-interest.
There was no sense of betrayal for the Marquis, who stretched out his legs when he saw a place to lie down, and kept the distance like a knife, as if he was counting from the beginning.
Still somewhere in my heart, only my body had grown up, but my mind was me when I was a child between the ages of five and eight. Rather than liking Ophelia, I am left with a time when I hated Ophelia.
Because I was the one who longed for the marquis and used to project the ideal mother in my heart without realizing the gentle and kind wife of the marquis.
It wouldn’t have been a problem if I left that I didn’t need anything, and pretended not to know and said nice things at the reunion.
I couldn’t overcome the childish desire to hurt as much as I was hurt at that time.
Ophelia was cruel to the Marquis and the Marquis.
Even his biological parents were not the child’s haven. Ironically, I was relieved by that, and I was jealous of that.
I was envious of the freedom that even my parents, who were very devoted to me, could not afford to pay attention to.
She was reassured because I was the only one she relied on, and she was sharp in everything.
As long as he values me, I can stay as a marquise.
However, he was jealous of the position of the boy who would never be ‘forsaken’, no matter how vicious he was.
If I was as beautiful as Ophelia, would my trashy biological parents sold me for money?
They may have decided to raise them for a better price, but they probably haven’t seen such a good one.
It was unreasonable for me, who came to be a marquisist after being sold by such trashy biological parents, to nail the marquise’s chest while not being Ophelia. I know.
If it were Ophelia, I would have said more harsh words than this. I don’t know about that kid. Even if I try to comfort myself like this… … .
The facts don’t change. Knowing that, it was painful for me to see the Marquis.
The regretful and broken Marquis seemed to be suffocating with just a few words from my lips.
Rather, if he had been as resolute as Countess McGinty, if he was someone who could just say, ‘No matter how kindly you are, I can’t make you a marquise’s nephew’, I would have rather pretended not to know and looked away.
What’s wrong with living like that? No one will resent you, right?
I’m sure I’ve heard that voice from time to time. Each time, I covered my ears, closed my eyes, and held my breath quietly.
If we live together, we die. Just like families who fight, they miss each other only when they are far apart. That’s it. It’s good to have rice cakes that you can’t have… … .
You don’t have a particularly good personality, and you don’t have an outstanding beauty like Ophelia.
Thanks to Ophelia, who was absolutely on your side, I was able to stand as a marquise, what else do I have to rely on except for other people’s modest sense of debt?
You didn’t even sign a contract? If you throw it away, it’s really over. Knowing very well that no one is on your absolute side in this world.
Although he lived calmly by organizing his mind so that he could leave at any time, the most memories of his life remained as a marquise.
In the midsummer, when the sun is hot, in the shade of the beautiful tree where I sat down and drank a drink. In the fall, I played swings, and in the winter, I laid rugs on the floor and sat crawling in front of the fireplace to play board games.
There were also precious, beautiful and happy memories as much as the sad and sad memories.
“But I’m not his family.”
He was infinitely close to family.
I thought I wouldn’t be kicked out as miserably as Emilia in the game, but I wasn’t sure.
A world that is not mine. A world where I am not the main character. So let’s not be greedy. It took my breath away every time I thought about it. Every time I opened and closed my eyelids, reality pierced my eyes like thorns.
There are people who are so pretty and shining like that. So let’s not be conceited.
“If only one of Ophelia and I was a man, I would have finished registering the marriage by now and left my name on her tombstone.”
“…….”
When I said, ‘It’s not her family,’ Countess McGinty’s face turned pale, looking at me as if she was a little sad.
Of course, if I had been a man in the first place, I wouldn’t have bought it as a friend.
Laertes’ existence is something. Ophelia liked me the most. Aside from my liking for Laertes, I was proud of it.
The engagement, which was not officially hampered, must have been annulled because Ophelia somehow ran out of the way.
Countess McGinty muttered to herself.
“…… I think it makes sense that Sir Edmund Gloucester slapped him on the cheek… … .”
The Bad End of That Otome Game