The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (137)
Episode 137
It was a slender force that, if I pushed it away or pushed it, would immediately be pushed back. Rather, it could not be removed prematurely.
“my…… I’m not greedy I won’t bother you. Emilia. Honey, huh? If you don’t want to see me, don’t be by my side. So…….”
The Marquis barely spit it out in a throaty voice.
“Chi, chi, just get treatment and go. Yes? Blood, blood, what is it… … . Sa, it hurts when the wound gets worse… … .”
“…….”
I slowly lifted my head.
The eyes of the marquise full of water met their eyes. When our eyes met, the Marquis flinched, but couldn’t help but look away.
“…… I can’t spend a lot of time.”
As soon as I had finished speaking, the Marquis beckoned the butler next to him urgently.
“Come on, get a doctor right away! Or even Dorothy!”
“It’s not a big wound. Don’t worry… … .”
When I saw the Marquis’ desperate face, as if standing on the edge of a cliff, I struggled to swallow the words that came up to the tip of my throat.
“…… I’ll just get treatment and go right away. Please leave the carriage waiting as I have it.”
“Do that.”
As if finding a breakthrough, the Marquis immediately nodded. It was a different development in many ways than I had expected.
I was immediately led to an empty room.
A different doctor than the one who stayed at the marquis residence while Ophelia was alive carefully examined my wounds.
The affected area was cleaned, disinfected, medicated and bandaged. I didn’t know because I wasn’t in a good mood earlier, but there were more scratches and cuts than I thought.
There were many places where blisters were caught. Well, in the midst of so many people who have lost their lives, I must say that this is a blessing.
I didn’t know the pain before receiving the treatment, but after the treatment, my limbs throbbed and hurt.
“I am very fortunate that there are no wounds that are deep enough to have to be sewn up…… You have to be careful though. If you do it wrong, it leaves a scar.”
“It must be hot in summer.”
“You can remove the bandage after three or four days, but you have to be careful for a week or two. Don’t let water come in contact with it.”
I silently nodded my head at the doctor’s instructions one after another.
It wasn’t a broken bone, it was a hot day and it was a bit annoying to wear a bandage, but it was good enough. If you go back to the townhouse anyway, you’ll be treated there.
Even if you go through something like this, it will be difficult for the social media season to go on without a hitch, so if you stay in a townhouse and rest, you will get better soon.
It was painful, but not unbearable. What bothered me was the appearance of the Marquis, who was clearly eavesdropping on the doctor behind the door.
I felt weird. Nothing was going as expected.
Maybe he heard the story of Elodie and the princess, he left for a while and then came back, but maybe he thought I wouldn’t notice, so it’s not like a noble nobleman, and he’s pricking his ears behind the door like a mouse stealing a story… … .
“…… Marquis Madame.”
“…… !”
“Come on in.”
The door opened. I saw the figure of the Marquis’s wife with very frightened eyes.
The last time we met… … when was it Was it at the debut Tangte prom? Was he angry about Elodie and poured out all the words he couldn’t say?
Less than two months had passed since that incident, but it felt like more than two years had passed.
“Thank you for the treatment.”
“…….”
“Actually, Sir Laertes, rather than me, will explain today’s work properly. You’d better keep it a secret. Nothing like today will ever happen… … .”
“Don’t get hurt.”
“…….”
My mouth shut as I was about to say more.
“Yeah, it’s okay if you hate me…… It’s okay to resent… … No matter how much you hate to look, yes. That, though… … .”
The Marquis looked at me with eager eyes.
“Come on, don’t get sick if you can. don’t get hurt Huh?”
“…….”
‘Don’t get hurt in my absence.’
Why did Laertes’ words come to mind at this moment? The only thing similar is that I’m just worried about not getting hurt.
Ah, I don’t care what I think of myself, so maybe it’s because of Laertes’ words that I use tools or anything just for me. It’s not the same. so different
Why are you worried now?
Ophelia is also dead, and the young Elodie is also there. Now, really, ‘Emilia’ is no longer needed. But now come
I held my breath.
No, no. Not enough for the Marquis… … . I thought so.
don’t rant what do you say You must, really, see the Marquis like a real mother.
It sounds like you’re being silly. You should have looked out for me instead of Ophelia, and now it seems like you’re arguing.
If I hadn’t really expected anything, I wouldn’t have been hurt.
“…… Do not worry.”
Why are you now looking desperately like the world is collapsing at every word I say?
“It was just that today was special…… I don’t usually get hurt that badly.”
If you resent and push them away, they chase after you until the end, crying, begging, and acting like you’re going to appeal.
“Neither am I, Lady Elodie, nor Ophelia. You don’t die so easily from an injury like this.”
“I didn’t mean it that way…….”
“Lady Elodie is much more dangerous than me. The same goes for the Queen. I have no intention of getting entangled with the Marquis of Windrose if it goes wrong.”
“…….”
The Marquis licked my lips.
It was torn into pieces and blood was oozing out.
The Marquis, who was always dignified even though she was not in good health, had a desolated face as if she had gone mad. My heart stinged.
“…… I will go.”
“to…… Emilia… … .”
I jumped up and left the place.
Perhaps the Marquis had deliberately bitten his servants, so he crossed the empty hallway and went downstairs.
I had to leave even after explaining the situation to the marquis and saying hello, but an unknown impatience urged me. I wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
That was the time. Someone silently held out a silver tray in front of me. It was Dorothy. On the tray was a bowl of steaming mulgun soup.
“…….”
I met Dorothy again after a long time. It was similar to the old days, but a little different.
Her hair, which had previously been cutely braided down, was pulled up and finished with a green ribbon.
The apron, which used to be decorated cutely with lace, was also plain and dignified in his behavior.
okay. A mature maid’s tint was worn.
“miss.”
I looked at Dorothy without a word. I did not leave him a word of farewell, gave him a ribbon, and left that night in a wagon.
would you be resentful? will you be angry? Why haven’t you heard any news? what is this look Shall I say no?
“I’m offended.”
“…….”
I just blinked. Dorothy took the word out and walked ahead, leaving me behind.
Without realizing it, I was walking after him like a child led by the piper.
Dorothy walked towards the end of the hallway, took the key from deep in her apron and opened the door.
It was the room I used to use. There was not even a smell of dust in the room. Before I left, it was.
“…….”
Dorothy watched me sit quietly on the bed and placed a silver tray on my lap.
Needless to say, boiled soup was something I often ate when I was not feeling well.
Ophelia didn’t eat often. Of course, it is not easy to eat something when you are sick.
I was fighting with him and scoring goals, and one day, I heard a backstory from a servant who was sold from a poor place and was addicted to food.
From that day on, immediately after fighting Ophelia, I stopped eating well.
No one’s precious girl doesn’t take a sip of soup, but naturally, I don’t eat well.
Hearing this, I couldn’t digest it anyway.
When she was very young, Dorothy was the same age as us, so she didn’t know the situation well.
However, after we grew up, I wondered if this was the only soup I could easily sip, so if I wanted to go hungry, I would bring it.
I stirred the inside of the bowl with a spoon. After thinking about it, I took a spoonful and put it in my mouth, and the familiar taste spread.
The empty stomach shook. It was then that I realized that I was hungry.
Dorothy didn’t say anything and just looked at me. I drank the soup very slowly, spoon by spoon, into my stomach.
It was a strange feeling. I had received treatment for the wound before, but now I feel a tingling sensation all over my body, as if applying medicine to the wound.
The salty thing rose like a tide from deep inside my stomach. Every time I blinked, a drop of salty water warmed to my body temperature fell on the spoon.
“…… Dorothy.”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye.”
“…….”
“I’m sorry for coming back like this.”
“…….”
“I…….”
My image was reflected in the empty glass of water. It looked strange.
I was expressionless all the time. Only the eyes are red. Not a single cry came out, but salty water from the deepest part of my heart poured out like rain.
I shouldn’t have missed you.
I shouldn’t have realized that everything I threw away was here.
I shouldn’t have hoped that someone would remember me in a place I thought my place wouldn’t exist.
“I…….”
His voice trembled.
“I miss you?”
I remember this room.
I remember every little detail in the bag I had left behind.
The graffiti on the wall where Ophelia and I used to measure, give and take, as we grew up.
The chair that Ophelia and I were clashing with and broke one armrest.
A closet full of clothes that the girl wouldn’t even force her to wear.
My childhood, my past, and the regrets I had left behind were all locked in the room and sleeping.
“Yes.”
Dorothy answered. I closed my eyes.
“me too…….”
Every spring, when flowers bloom, whenever I think of her grave, I want to close my eyes. The regrets I didn’t have, the people I missed. all, all, all
“I miss you.”
All the hearts that have begun to admit will begin to devour my composure like an ant.
That Otome Game’s Bad End