The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (13)
Episode 13
“You don’t know?”
I opened my eyes wide. The man avoided his gaze. It was an unnaturally stiff movement.
“…… No, no. because of the letter. Rather, I have a question.”
“What?”
“I said it was a letter from Ophelia. Even though I didn’t say that it was a letter from Ophelia to you, would you mind cooperating with me?”
The man’s gray eyes were esoteric, as if looking into a problem that had no answers. I answered firmly as if igniting a test paper.
“Yes.”
“why?”
“You worshiped Ophelia. You still don’t understand?”
“It’s so inefficient. After living quietly away from us for two years, is a letter with an unknown recipient so precious that he is now prepared to commit all kinds of rumors to the noisy social world?”
“Yes.”
I answered without hesitation. Casio stared at me.
“He didn’t like letters. The fact that he entrusted it to you and not to anyone else… … It’s proof that it’s the most important thing. Whatever the content, whatever the purpose entrusted to you, I want to know.”
“Does it matter what the content is? Even if it wasn’t written to you?”
“The very circumstances in which you offered me that were somehow entangled with him.”
My voice was firm.
“Then I have to know that. For that, I can tolerate some discomfort.”
I thought I knew what he was thinking.
His weaknesses and strengths. The child’s pain and worries. Until the moment of death, until the moment of death.
However, it was not so sweet to leave a letter that would flow to Casio Brahmanduff, who he despised, not me.
It was the first feeling he felt after he died.
why? why?
I felt like asking.
What the hell is going on? What were you thinking?
I thought I would just leave everyone and live alone.
Marquis and men she and I left. And thinking that everyone, including the newly-appearing Baron Young-ae, will take care of themselves and live well.
In a world where I won’t be the main character anyway, in this world where that child has disappeared, it’s enough to shake it up and down like Bupyeongcho and throw away any regrets. Because the only person who loved me died.
“Even if that person is Casio Brahmanduff.”
“…….”
The man looked at me for a long time and was silent.
It was a strange kind of silence. He, too, would know that my voice was sincere.
My eyes were reflected in the man’s eyes. I saw something fierce like ignited coal. the man said abruptly.
“…… I did not lie to you.”
“Yes, I will.”
“I didn’t mean to test you.”
“Yeah, I haven’t been hiding all this time.”
“…… I was looking for Lady Emilia on my own. Of course, in the capital alone, there must have been hundreds of women with looks and names similar to Lady Emilia. Living alone in such a place as a woman, it is quite questionable that I never heard any news until yesterday.”
“that…… I can’t say anything. It wasn’t really intentional and hidden. I never thought you’d find me.”
I frowned slightly.
did you find me But Casio. A man as resourceful as a Brahmanduff hasn’t been able to find me?
This was definitely strange.
The town I lived in was on the outskirts of the capital, and the building I got was on the safe side – but I deliberately sought it out so that I could live alone -.
Still, it cannot be said that there is no risk.
I purposely had a house close to the patrol area, a sturdy lock and a weapon for self-defense, but sometimes I was afraid, so I tried to put everything down before it got dark.
Being able to survive two years alone without a single blood is actually quite a miraculous thing now that I look at it.
“…… Surely, you ran away as if you didn’t want to see us all. Well, I didn’t try my best to find it. It is true that there was a letter, so I took great care in my own way. It was pretty embarrassing.”
Casio shrugged. Her blonde hair shimmered faintly in her ear.
His gray eyes were gleaming like the rusted scales of a reptile.
The man smiled as if his eyes were a lie. It was a gentle, gentle light like a gentleman.
A voice that seemed to be sarcastic or even a joke came out.
“In that sense, I am grateful to Sir Laertes.”
“…… Surely you didn’t call Sir Laertes, did you?”
“I am? no way.”
Casio’s face frowned mercilessly, as if he was really saying that.
“If I had hidden the road, I would have hidden it. Why would I do that?”
“…… yes, what I wish you hadn’t told me.”
“Are you going to hide it from Sir Laertes? Was it the reason that you made your debut tangent?”
The man looked at me as if searching.
I bit my mouth slowly. There was a smell of dust in the air.
“…… Yes.”
“It must be a matter of time anyway.”
I used to think that a man’s blonde hair today was very unsightly. I also knew that it was only because of my agitation.
“…… I left the Marquis, and I no longer have anything to do with him. He…… You’ll be escorting a new pretty and gentle Young-ae, who is the marquise’s hostess. I don’t know why I have to tell you where I am.”
I still remember those smooth, cool fingers that held my hand.
The hand that was surprisingly similar to Ophelia’s finger. Fingers as bright as white birch leaves. radically different from me.
The moment she looked at her wavy silver hair, her softly curved eyes, the opposite of Ophelia’s, and her docile lips, she had no choice but to realize.
the ugliness within me. Even though I tried to be calm, in the end I couldn’t hide my heart that was trembling.
That woman must be the person the man will love. It must be this person who will float a boat on that sea and walk around.
From the time I grew up, I learned to give up hope. It was even more so after I vaguely remembered the game.
No matter how hard you try, there are some things that cannot be changed by an individual’s strength alone.
Eventually, Ophelia died. Baron Young-ae, who would take her place, appeared.
It would have been better if she had been a bad woman who could hate her to her heart’s content, or if she had been such a lowly person who tried to satisfy her greed by using people who project Ophelia onto her at will.
I wasn’t sure.
The more you look forward to it, the worse it hurts. If you don’t have hope, you don’t despair. It was a simple schematic.
Casio Brahmanduff looked at me.
It was an expressionless face. The smile that had been smiling like a mask, like a sarcastic joke had been washed away.
Why? I thought that this was the real face of this man. The eyes were close.
“So what if Sir Laertes doesn’t escort anyone?”
I reflexively grabbed my skirt. A man named Casio Brahmanduff was always like that.
He always pretended to be okay, trampled on people’s hidden weaknesses, and mocked at their actions.
As if there was no point in trying to lose hope. I caught my breath. The tip of his lips trembled a little.
“That would be Sir Laertes’ freedom.”
It’s not something I’m going to argue with.
The eyes of Casio Brahmanduff and I, who were not smiling, met. His gray eyes were so cold that there was no warmth to be found.
What does that man want?
The deepest part of my stomach was boiling. I tried to hide it.
Casio Brahmanduff really had a bad taste.
While Edmund Gloucester was obsessed with the existence of Ophelia by superimposing his own fantasies, Casio Brahmanduff observed and ridiculed the firefly-like people who were drawn to the sun-like being of Ophelia, pretending to be her greatest clown. .
Eyes that seem to laugh at everything in the world.
I remember when he looked at me with the coldest eyes in the world.
You don’t like Sir Laertes. Just like the time when I casually brought out the truth that I was trying to hide more thoroughly than anything else.
Just because it’s interesting, just because I’m curious about the reaction. I couldn’t even imagine how heavy the hearts I hid by pretending to be carefree were desperate.
Because I’m curious about the footprints I ran away from before I was crushed to death, before I couldn’t even breathe because of my emotions.
As heartless and cruel as a child throwing stones at a frog.
“Lord Cassio Brahmanduff, I think you are misunderstanding something.”
But before that, I was weak.
He was one of the most powerful people in this society. Even Ophelia hated it, but could not refuse his visit. What else can I do?
I had no power, no wealth, no connections.
Just struggling not to lose yourself. There was only that much that could be done.
Fortunately, it was something I had been doing all my life.
“Don’t act like my feelings are my weakness.”
The bad ending of that otome game