The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (138)
Episode 138
I can draw all the seasons of Marquis Windrose clearly even with my eyes closed.
When spring comes, when the thin ice on the ponds and fountains begins to melt, vividly colored flower buds appear as if painted with a brush.
In summer when the sound of insect crowing is heard, in autumn when new shoots sprout in spring wither, and in winter when it is quiet enough to even hear the sound of falling snow.
Putting flowers on Ophelia’s grave, I thought it would be nice to be able to bury the season, this mansion, and my past.
If no one wants me and no one catches me, wouldn’t it be better to just disappear like a shallow-rooted plant floating on the water?
Even after wiping the old chairs in a coffee house that doesn’t get much sunlight, spring has come again.
Is it a dream? Or is it a past I can’t remember?
The cold silver hair buried in the flower was like a magnolia. I blinked my eyes.
I was dazzled by the characteristic cold sunlight of the early morning.
[What fairy tale?] [A fairy tale book with a maze. We read together sometimes. Once upon a time in the old kingdom, an arrogant queen made the witch angry. So the witch casts a curse on the one and only prince in the kingdom.
Thanks to this, the prince fell into a sleepless sleep and was trapped in a maze. It was the maid who happened to be interested in the maze who saved the prince.] As is often the case with fairy tales, it was an old story of unknown origin.
Ophelia made a deep voice like a witch in a fairy tale.
[Yes, I remember.] [The prince has awakened from his eternal sleep, but he knows that he and the maid will not be able to connect. After thinking, thinking, and thinking, she hands her necklace to the maid and goes back to the palace alone. Because I knew that if I took the maid, the arrogant queen would secretly kill the maid.] It was not always a happy ending in fairy tales that children read, but it was a story I remembered because the back story was strange.
I nodded.
[The maid loved the prince, but the prince loved the maid too. From the moment the prince reveals to the public that he loves the maid, the maid becomes dangerous. The prince also had a fiancee, the only daughter of a very prestigious family. The prince, who had been under a curse and had slept for a long time, had no power to kill or expel his mother.] [Why are you talking about that now?] [That’s two ends. The maid keeps the prince’s necklace and waits for a long time, and as soon as she hears that the prince has met the princess and has officially taken over the throne, she asks the witch to put the prince back to sleep in return for the necklace. The witch grants that wish.] […] … .] [The other is, that. The prince handed over to the maid, the royal treasure. It’s an item that grants the user’s wish, so the maid who was left alone made a wish. I want you to return it to the way it was before you saved the prince.] […] … .] [So, the maid, who went back to the past, puts back the necklace that lost power around the sleeping prince’s neck, and avoided the spot as if nothing had happened. The ending where the prince stays asleep forever and the maid pretends not to know the prince.] Ophelia licked her lips and smiled.
[Just, you know. Even if the prince and the maid had run away secretly, they would have been caught one day, and the end would not have been good. No matter how much he saved the prince’s life, it would have been difficult for a commoner girl who was not a nobleman to become a precious princess.] I closed my mouth.
The maid went back to the past without making another wish… … .
He seemed to know what he was feeling. I couldn’t turn away from reality. You must have known that the future was a thorny road.
How did the prince feel when he left the necklace?
When he kills the prince’s fiancée and the queen, and finally reveals himself to be the prince’s benefactor and joins them… … .
[The prince wakes up to be happy with other women, and the prince wakes up himself and enjoys short-lived happiness. I don’t want to be blamed for what the prince decides to do in the end because of his status. Just, the maid decided to live as a maid.] […] … .] [There is another story. When the prince leaves the maid and enters the royal palace, the witch becomes furious as a witch and puts the prince back to sleep, the maid sneaks into the palace and wakes the prince again, and becomes his wife after being recognized by the royal family. It’s a perfect happy ending.] [Happy ending?] [Although the maid was a bit more wretched, and the prince was a bit of a bastard. Anyway, it was a happy ending in the eyes of others because it was accomplished over the difference of status.] [You don’t like that.] Ophelia smiled strangely.
[Do you know why I say this?] [no.] [Why did the maid make such a choice?] […] … Because I know.] Because I knew that it would be difficult to overcome reality with only love.
Because of that reality, I fear that even the weight of love will fade. I fear that the person I love will hate me. I fear that I will forget even the existence I desperately longed for.
I’ve seen countless happy endings.
Whether in novels or in real life, happy people were everywhere they looked, even without trying to find them.
There was a time when I was envious of even the children of the immature nobles who were full of foolishness.
No matter how much you quarrel, fight, or get angry, you won’t be abandoned. Because there is a bond called blood relative.
[What would you do if you were a maid?] Ophelia asked in a dull tone.
[…] … What if I was a maid?] [okay. You have the necklace, and the prince has already entered the palace, so his whereabouts are unknown. I don’t know if you’re working in advance to make you a princess, if you’re preparing to rebel against your mother, or if you’re just giving up and focusing on my path. But you can put a curse on the prince, you can live in hiding, you can sell the necklace, or you can put it back in the past.] [I…….] If it were me in the past, I would have gone back to the past and hung a necklace around the prince’s neck and disappeared.
Because I’m afraid to know the answer.
At best, I don’t want to believe that the person I saved, the person I loved, completely gave up on me in front of the wall of reality.
I don’t want to blame myself that things wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t a commoner.
There was no such thing. It had nothing to do with me anyway. I must have brainwashed myself like this.
[…] … I do not know.] Now, I don’t know.
I learned that the regrets I gave up on myself do not completely disappear.
Even after the spring rain had stopped, I realized that the ground did not completely harden.
Even though the flowers bloomed on her grave and then fell, the butterflies came every year.
If Elodie came, if Laertes and Elodie got married, I thought it wouldn’t matter because I wouldn’t be able to go back anyway, even if I wanted to.
Don’t be ugly, Emilia. You knew it from the beginning. I was going to think so. However…….
[Really, I don’t know.] Did the prince really leave because he didn’t love the maid?
Doesn’t the prince, who has no power to protect himself, do not love that this woman saves him and does not proudly enter the palace with a wretched maid?
If you knew the power of that necklace, why did you leave it to the maid?
If the maid came to the palace with the necklace, the prince would have been in trouble.
How could the witch curse the prince rather than the queen?
Was the maid who ran away after everything had happened, didn’t even think of meeting the prince?
Did the prince want to bring a maid to the royal palace, where he could not be sure of his own safety?
[Why are you telling me such a nonsensical fairy tale?] Ophelia didn’t laugh.
[As a child, I always wanted to be a witch.] In fact, Ophelia speaking like that was like a spirit made out of eyes. It was all white, and only the eyes shone green.
[Like the witch in a fairy tale, I wanted to become a being who could put anyone to sleep or kill them forever if they wanted to, and cover the whole country with thorns. If I was going to die anyway, it would have been nice if the flame that would burn my coffin burned the whole world.] […] … .] [But in that world, you are also burning like that.] [Even if I die with you… … .] [Even now?] I licked my lips.
[Even now? To die if I want?] […] … Could it be… … .] [Are you scared now?] I looked at Ophelia with my eyes wide open.
[You didn’t even hesitate when you were with me. do you love me Are you sorry for me?] Why do the eyes of Ophelia, who always smiled sweetly even in her dreams, look as insensitive as today?
Because this place is the Marquis of Windrose?
[no. Because I thought I was the only one who ‘need’ you. It doesn’t matter, you’re desperate.] [Ophelia…… !] [Knowing that there were other people who loved you, and knowing that there were still people who valued you and waited for you without me.] Ophelia’s words were like blunt awls. My chest throbbed like a bruise.
[You know that all the things you ran away and threw away are still within reach if you reach out your hand.] I reflexively opened my eyes.
The rain of flowers that touched my skin suddenly became cold and cold like hail.
[Now, it is a pity to throw it all away and die. right?]
That Otome Game’s Bad End