The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (15)
Episode 15
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Jack was 23 this year.
In the slums on the outskirts of the capital, there was a house in the least livable area. My father was a handyman who worked for the upper level.
Jack was the third of five children. Jack, who had grown up barely holding it in his mouth, wanted to make money somehow.
From a young age, he wandered the streets and wandered in search of work. Of course, there were plenty of boys in a situation like Jack’s, so they didn’t make a lot of money.
Luckily, by the time my hair got thicker and my eyes started to appear, I was able to find some jobs, but I was cut off quickly because I lacked professional knowledge and skills.
The job of a newspaper reporter gained because he could barely read and write went bankrupt because a newspaper the size of a fingernail published an article that was against the heart of a great nobleman, and so did everything else.
However, considering that he had a knack for it and his intentions were quick, the job he got was a job in the Grand Theater, where he rescued people.
It wasn’t a pimp, but it was similarly of bad quality for beating innocent people with candy.
Because most of the people Jack comes to rescue are young girls who are in their prime.
There are a lot of chores who will clean the theater or prepare the play, even if you don’t use a mediator like Jack.
I’m tired of being poor like Jack, sick of that house, and don’t have anything to take care of behind his back, and that the only way out of the situation is to pray for a good husband.
Girls with their lips closed that they will somehow succeed. Those kids who sometimes come up naked from the provinces with the intention of succeeding in the capital.
If you have a pretty face and talent in singing and dancing.
And if you have the guts and luck to not back down through all sorts of dirty things, very few of them will be very successful.
If you’re lucky enough, you’ll find a young, romantic and capable supporter rather than a bald, middle-aged supporter who can become your lover or mistress – like prima donna Violetta and Count Germont, a nobleman will first ignore any rumors and set out to become his wife. There are very few cases.
Of course, Jack never forgets to use this anecdote when he spreads candy on the little ones.
If you have good skills, you may be able to enjoy a reputation that is not inferior to that of aristocrats by leading several supporters like a post, reigning like a queen.
However, most of them end up falling victim to perverted supporters who target aspiring students who can’t even get on to a proper stage play.
A few success stories bury many failures.
However, there are some children who choose knowingly because, if not in this way, there is almost no chance that a commoner girl with no background will succeed.
But not that many. Now that the opera business is booming, theaters are all trying to procure people.
Not everyone who is poor is stupid.
People who are quick-witted think this is not a good thing and walk away.
So Jack roamed the streets with coins in his pocket like a hanyang, luring children with nowhere to go and throwing baits in advance.
On rare occasions, seeing aspiring girls smeared with white powder and cigarettes on the walls of the waiting room felt remorseful, but Jack certainly didn’t force it anyway.
Because the reality is that you have to trample on someone to make a living.
In that sense, the coffee house lady, Emily, was a very strange woman.
I couldn’t say no so bluntly.
Jack said, ‘Don’t put on candy like that. I remember the eyes of a girl who looked like a bad boy, who said, ‘I know that I will become a daily plaything for those of you who are precious.
I hate the boring reality, but also, at least a little bit.
Once in a while, once in a while, if I do well… … Those eyes that trembled because they couldn’t even hide their hope.
Normally, if Jack is hard-boiled, it is bound to be a bit harsh.
Even the girls who knew my subject would be tempted at least once when Jack said something fervently over and over again.
But Emily was different.
Most of the women who helped in coffee houses and alleyways were tired of the reality that they were tormented by difficult customers while earning pennies.
Thanks to that, I would have been smitten at least once when I woke up to my dream on a splendid stage, but Emily was different.
Maybe it’s because she’s a female employee of a store with few customers from the beginning?
Usually, girls of that age liked to decorate, so they would somehow find bracelets or ornaments made of cheap tin or small crystals and make them one by one.
Or at least a little piece of precious fabric said to be mostly used by nobles and brag about it by putting it on his head like a ribbon.
The bait that Jack lured to such girls was also often a dazzling combination of headdresses, ribbons, and lace pieces that would be worn at the opera house or on dancers.
However, from the time we first met, Emily had never dared to dress up or brag about anything.
His long, black hair was simply hung without decorations, and he wore a plain dress and apron all year round.
The hairpins that Jack showed off as if secretly boasting, the bracelets, and the lace that adorned the hem of the dress worn by prima donna.
They just smiled and pushed him to take it back.
His impression was also different from the women he had seen. It was a calm impression rather than strikingly flashy or beautiful.
He seemed a little indifferent.
She was not easily shaken and had a calm and tidy impression, just like an old lady.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if that face was disturbed by other emotions
Her daily life that Jack observed was extremely monotonous. She has a garden, occasionally cooks, cleans a small shop, and makes coffee.
Perhaps he wasn’t curious about the colorful and provocative stage that Jack always puts on, he just listened to his complaints for a while and then slowly and decisively shook his head.
Her face is not bad at her age. He doesn’t look bad when he sees that he sometimes lowers the price of coffee for Jack.
Surely, as if the story of such a world is a different story from your own.
At the very least, as if he wasn’t curious about the handsome and handsome prince-like male actors who were opposite the prima donna in the troupe.
The calm smile that seemed to have no regrets or heart was strange.
So Jack openly visited the cafe. I started talking a lot even though I knew I wasn’t going to listen.
I know that I will shake my head as if it’s okay anyway.
Knowing that at a table that is rare and rare as a customer, he treats him kindly because he is a regular customer.
It was strange. Jack was well aware that the work he was doing was not of the highest quality.
So I thought there was no need to gossip about a girl for nothing.
Still, I used to wander around the corner of the cafe for nothing. As always, it was the same the day after being rejected.
Emily, who had closed the cafe before it was too late because the street was not very secure, kept the coffee house open until quite late, not like her.
When Jack entered, Emily served coffee and bread that she hadn’t even ordered.
Bread with fried eggs and coffee that was slightly sweet with sugar, although slightly different from Emily’s usual menu, were delicious.
Jack opened his eyes and listened to Emily.
In fact, there was an old woman in the countryside, but she had to go to Tokyo by herself, and she was providing first-rate pay.
But this time I heard the news that my grandmother was ill. I’m going to go down to the country house after a long time and spend a few months with my family.
The coffee house owner said it was okay.
It was then that Jack found out about Emily’s personal affairs, which he had never heard of before.
You went to Tokyo from the countryside, and there was an old grandmother?
Well, the girls I’ve known for a while don’t come from a very different background. “She was an expensive woman for nothing,” Jack grumbled openly in his mouth.
But on the surface, all he could do was tell him to come back in a few months as there is no need to worry about this shabby store.
Hearing those words, Jack stopped right in front of the coffee house and lamented his stupidity when he had to go to that alley the next day without realizing it.
The door to the closed cafe was clear. As a habit, he said that he had unintentionally turned to his feet and tried to avoid the seat.
It would have been if I hadn’t found someone standing like a statue in front of a tightly closed door.
‘Someone’ was very tall. It seemed to have one head bigger than Jack.
The side face reflected in the cloudy moonlight looked like a sculpture, so Jack thought that even the primo uomo of the theater where I worked, and Feren, who was said to be the top male singer in appearance and singing ability, could not keep up with that face.
He turned his head as if he felt the man pretending to be popular.
They were purple eyes with a sharp gaze. Jack, unwittingly overwhelmed, opened his mouth politely.
“…… Who are you?”
“Are you involved in this coffee house?”
“Oh, I’m not related, but…… Well, if you’re a regular, you’re a regular… … .”
If there was such a thing as blue blood, it would probably look like that. Black hair that did not assimilate even in the darkness of the night hung around her ears like ornaments.
The man’s deep purple eyes harbored an energy indescribable. It looked like he was upset, and it seemed like he was nervous. Jack instinctively curled up and looked into his eyes.
“Hey, I don’t know what you came here for, but this place won’t be open for a while. See you… … Are you here?”
“I see…….”
The man blurted out the end of his speech as if thinking about something.
He was a man with a determined impression, as if nothing could blink an eye.
“…… yes Do you know anything about the person who worked here?”
“Are you talking about Emily?”
“…….”
The man was silent when the name came out of Jack’s mouth at once.
That Otome Game’s Bad End