The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (108)
Episode 108
The two volumes of , which Count Young-ae, Earl of Beth, bought at an old bookstore today were very elaborately crafted fakes.
Edmund Gloucester scrutinized Emilia’s two volumes of Amy and Polita from the moment they came to mind.
It’s something that Emilia, who looked at her with a cold eye at first, even if it wasn’t as good as Ophelia, may ask if she can enter the Countess of Gloucester on her own feet. I was sure it wouldn’t be an ordinary book.
Volume 1 of Amy and Polita, released on the market, was a very ordinary love story. However, there were some words that were blurry or spread to the point that it was difficult to read, as if the printing was wrong.
Volume 2 of Amy and Polita was a legend among bookstore staff and avid readers.
It is said that Polita, who appears in the first volume, achieved enormous financial success.
And it is said that he made ‘something’ to help lovers who were in a pitiful situation like himself, and a hint to recognize that ‘something’ appears in the second volume.
When it comes to fashion, the capital is a place that creates things that did not exist. No one took it seriously because it looked like the pranks of immature young men and women, but Edmund was different.
He laughed out loud the moment he checked the two original volumes of , which he had obtained by all means.
In order to properly interpret the magic circle that appears at the end of Volume 2, extensive magical knowledge and theological knowledge were required. In addition to that, I needed some words that appeared in the first volume.
Without knowing these things, just naively reading the context of the book and fitting it to make sense at first glance, a place came up. It was the only berth on the banks of the Lusha River.
Although the banks of the Rusha River were representative of the rivers flowing through the capital, the depth of the river was too shallow for large ships to move freely and carry their cargo. So little boats and small boats could barely pass.
Even a place called a marina was nothing more than a horse marina, just a storage for ships. On the contrary, the other marinas that rent small boats for lovers would make a lot more money.
Yes, except for trivial things like date and time. That is the end for civilians to come up with whatever information they know.
However, if you insert ‘real’ magic information that experts like Edmund know well, it becomes a completely different story.
“Are you going to investigate this?”
Edmund Gloucester smirked as if it was ridiculous.
You who want to know the truth, the altar always welcomes you.
Ironically, Edmund Gloucester knew the unbelievers better than anyone, as he was fluent in theology. about their methods.
They sacrifice the blood and flesh of living people because it is more effective than anything else. Because that is the greatest ‘price’ to their god.
Magic and theology are known to be ‘different’ in nature. But Edmund’s preoccupation with them was because he doubted that theology was, after all, a magic that paid the price for something in the human soul and body.
From long ago, between a mother who never looked after him and a father who despised him, with only a butler watching him from behind, Edmund Gloucester had a longing for an unchanging light.
Human emotions change so easily. It’s just a consumable item that gets stale, rots, and tarnishes easily.
Then where is the eternal thing? God? Magic? world? world rules?
God, magic, demon, anything is good, so I wanted you to know that there is something unchanging in this world.
The moment I met Ophelia, I was shocked. I desperately realized what the only light that came down on this earth was.
The reason I spurred the research was because I wanted to somehow hold the ‘light’ of Ophelia on this earth for a little longer.
The foolish mother who mistakenly thought that if she gave birth to the son of a childless king, I would become a queen, the father who forcibly married a woman abandoned by the king and looked down on the king’s children with contempt, the king who turned away from all of them. There was nothing insignificant compared to that light.
Yeah, it was just that.
‘Sir Edmund Gloucester, you really are.’
The woman’s voice was not forgotten. Edmund contorted his face.
She has been an annoying woman from the beginning to the present. I thought you didn’t know my subject, but I’ll be cocky like this. what the hell do i say i’ll be anything
I would not have been so agitated if it had only been my eyes full of anger and contempt.
This woman, too, was alive and warm. Even though I know that.
why? Why, like Ophelia, did it feel like this woman was going to disappear someday?
‘Do you know what it means to truly love someone?’
Eyes that seem to shatter even the slightest pity.
Why do you have those eyes?
why? There’s no way you can’t know that feeling.
This feeling of being overwhelmed just thinking about Lady Ophelia, and this feeling of not wanting to miss Lady Elodie’s every move, if this is not such a feeling, then what the hell is it?
The person who didn’t know something was you, I should have rebutted it. His very thinly polished obsidian-like eyes looked at him with emotions indescribable, and he was speechless.
The opponent was a god, and he seemed like a sinner who didn’t even know his subject. I was sweating coldly and was short of breath.
why? Rather, the one who doesn’t know what is over there. Ophelia and Elodie are similar… … kind of?
“master?”
“…… Find out more about that maid’s weakness.”
Edmund Gloucester clenched his teeth. boom, there was a sound.
“Don’t forget to do other background checks.”
“Okay, Master.”
Edmund looked out the carriage window and looked at the darkening sky. His eyes gleamed as cold as black lava.
* * *
“You must be feeling ill. You kept looking for Sir Laertes.”
It was already late.
Laertes, who had brought Emilia back at midnight, heard the maid looking for him as soon as he returned to the mansion.
After changing clothes lightly, I saw the Marquis woman sitting in a dimly lit room with no lights on.
The empty dark green eyes looked like a corpse. Laertes paused for a moment, but opened his mouth carefully.
“…… ma’am?”
“You know?”
It was a fearless word. The Marquis’s attire was a mess.
Her thin silver-gray gown was wrinkled and her makeup was almost gone. The hair that had to be well-groomed instead of fine-grained was like a honeycomb.
Like a ghost, the Marquis staggered up and took Laertes’ hand. Those fingers were cold.
Laertes did not run away. The hard face of a man who rarely panics shone white in the dark.
“Did you know what he, that kid, heard while living in our house?”
“…….”
“Hey, this time, this time too, I made my debut…… Well, people who don’t know what they say, what… … .”
The Marquis’ words were a mess, but Laertes seemed to know what she was talking about.
“…… Because there were always people talking freely everywhere, anytime.”
“Alright, why do I…… !”
“Mrs. Marquis.”
Yes, even Laertes could not call the Marquis a mother after all. Even if you were raised like a real son, or raised like a real son.
She was a kind and friendly woman. I also knew that I depended on him like my own son. So he was always on her side.
However, there were walls.
Rather, it would have been easier to deal with someone like the Marquis of Windrose who could coldly grasp the loss or loss of everything.
because he’s a good person Because I’m a friendly person. Laertes Hope inadvertently realized that there were times when it was even more difficult to deal with because his heart was not a lie.
Laertes Hope was more reciprocal than the expectations of others. If I had not known anything, I would have returned just that much.
As much as the expectations of the world. As much as the Marquis expected of him.
Ironically, the man who didn’t expect anything from him… … .
“It’s not something you didn’t expect at all, I think.”
“…….”
The light went out from the woman’s face.
“that…… Baby, like that… … To be insulted… … .”
“…… It was a thing of the past, but there were users like that even in the Marquis.”
“If you just talk, if you just talk, those people are right now…… !”
“What would you do?”
Laertes’ voice was calm, but the Marquis’s face grew pale.
“Even if you punish them outwardly, the story behind them always leaks.”
After all, you are angry because you stabbed a sore finger.
I don’t care what anyone says, or who pretends to be, as long as it really doesn’t bother me.
I should have been honest. So in the end.
“…… Is it my fault?”
“It’s my fault.”
“No, no. I…… okay. my fault… … right. I…… If he hadn’t been so rude, who would have treated him like that? I didn’t even guess… … .”
Who dared to curse Emilia in front of the ‘weak-hearted’ Marquis?
Everyone shut their mouths. pretended not to know He pretended to be kind to Emilia.
However, children are more aware of deception than anyone else.
So are the rumors.
Ophelia is the ‘cheaper’ Emilia. In other words, Emilia, whom no one ‘except’ Ophelia was talking about. Emilia is out of hand. Emilia without a presence.
Like light and shadow, as Ophelia’s fame increased, gossip about Emilia grew. The envy and jealousy that I couldn’t vomit towards Ophelia were twisted for a moment.
“I…… You let him go.”
Tears streamed down.
“Ophelia…… You’re right. He was all right… … .”
That Otome Game’s Bad End