The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (188)
Episode 188
It sounded like an excuse, but the Marquis didn’t point it out. Unlike Marquis and Marquis, who can’t fight, Laertes has the ability to escape the palace with his bare body. It wasn’t that he had no plans to get out of the palace.
Edmund Gloucester.
A man obsessed with Ophelia and courting Elodie. The Marquis was an opponent he knew well. Now, I didn’t know why he was approaching Emilia, but… … .
“We owe him, honey.”
The face of Marquis Irene, who was saying those words, was, indeed, a face the Marquis had never seen before.
Not the face of the parents who were not good to their children, nor the face of the marquis’ wife, who had nothing but regrets.
It was not the face of the weak who turned away from the scarred past or tried to be compensated.
Clear eyes unique to those who acknowledged something.
Laertes Hope was someone they depended on like their own son. Even in this situation, I could believe it. In a sense, more than her real daughter, Ophelia.
The Marquis said lightly.
“That kid is precious. okay?”
“…… Yes.”
“It’s not like it’s been a day or two. right?”
“That’s right.”
The Marquis closed his eyes tightly.
Neither Emilia nor Laertes covet anything beyond my ‘subject’… … They were good kids. Both of them stayed by Ophelia’s side until the end, and even after Ophelia’s death, they didn’t greedy for anything.
Come to think of it, even though she was Ophelia’s ‘pre-fiance’, it was as if she had never actually asked Ophelia’s doctor.
Because Ophelia won’t live long anyway. So even if you don’t like it, it’ll look like you’re rejecting it because it’s a life-limited life.
Even if I don’t live long, I suffer from a sense of guilt that I will do everything as much as a healthy person.
From the beginning, I should have known that I couldn’t see the real Ophelia because of my own greed.
Perhaps, perhaps, at that time, it was all things that could already be guessed.
When I heard that Emilia was working for the Marquis Windrose and for the people around me, the Marquis frankly thought that Emilia could not do anything if she threw everything away, cursed and left.
Even thinking that it must be because of her old feelings for Ophelia, a corner of her mind was not happy.
He was a child who never asked for anything even in the days when he was a successful marquisist. Come on now, after such a ferocious harvest. I just wanted to protect myself.
It was also surprising that Laertes was drowsy. Laertes, who is said to be carved out of stone, was famous for being courteous to everyone but not showing sincerity.
“Because he has a habit of not valuing himself.”
Laertes smiled bitterly.
“It’s enough to just smile in a safe place, but when I see you say you want to do anything for me…… On the one hand, I am happy. Even though I am annoyed and angry that I cannot save him immediately on my own.”
Laertes said as if confessing.
“Even if it’s not Ophelia’s name, or not the shadow of a dead child. I am happy to live, move, and act according to my own thoughts.”
Ophelia’s shadow.
The shadow of a person who had lived less than 20 years was so dark. She was a selfish girl, a vicious daughter, and a best friend.
Just because they love each other, or cherish each other, doesn’t mean that all relationships are healthy.
The back image of Emilia, who pretended to be nothing, and then disappeared like a crumb after Ophelia died.
The dead leave, and the living remain. One day, one had to get up and walk. If nothing had happened, Emilia would have lived and died as if she was not alive even if she leaned on the shadow of the dead.
Marquis Windrose, who was buried in the shadow of her dead daughter, Elodie, who came up to social media because of her resemblance to a dead person, and became an issue, and Laertes, who was the deceased’s prospective fiancée… … .
Looking back now, it was indeed a complicated and twisted relationship. If you find out later that a relationship that has been going on for a long time is wrong, there are not many solutions. Running away, denying, admitting.
“Sir Marquis, I have liked him since childhood.”
“…….”
“If Ophelia wasn’t Ophelia, well. It may have ended with a funny love triangle. However…….”
Laertes laughed softly.
“Even then, just…… It seemed to be fine as it is. Because I knew that I wasn’t the number 1 priority for him because I was afraid of losing it. It’s only now that I’ve become a nerd like this, panicking and trembling with anxiety for fear of getting hurt, but after everything is over… … .”
Laertes still remembers the flowers that were placed on Ophelia’s coffin. Brightly colored flowers like a bouquet to be held in the bride’s hands rather than a funeral.
You died and you left to find my love and married me carelessly. I can’t do that. As if confessing frankly, brightly colored petals.
It was more like tuberculosis. you only need one No need to be greedy any more. Desperately, as if shouting at someone.
The moment she realized that, Laertes wished that Emilia would laugh someday.
She embraced the bright flowers she had rejected, and wore bright and beautiful clothes above all else. I hoped that the day would come when I sincerely smile among the petals falling like rain.
It was good even if he wasn’t by his side. It was enough for Emilia to smile brightly and walk.
“Your Marquis and your Marquis… … I hope you reach out your hand without having to use the excuse of being a family.”
It doesn’t mean you have to have a reason to be honest. You don’t have to be blood to love. Just because we are related by blood doesn’t mean we have to love unconditionally above everything else in the world.
The old Marquis of Windrose was like that. Obscured by Ophelia’s presence, someone could not squeeze out the pus of rotting emotions.
On the contrary, even though the situation was much more dangerous and ugly now than then, Emilia Klee was running on her feet so that the Marquis who had left on her own feet was intact.
Laertes Hope decided to break the knight’s oath. The Marquis and Marquis wanted to overcome the situation, even at the cost of throwing away the honor of the great aristocracy.
“…… I want you to be happy.”
Somehow, moving forward, moving forward.
Like the unchanging hope of believers who pray to God.
* * *
“The Grand Duke has called me.”
My shoulders stiffened reflexively at the voice I heard behind my back. I was looking in the mirror, so my awkwardly hardened face was reflected as it was.
And Edmund Gloucester walking right up to me and putting a hand on my shoulder.
…… Where do you reach out your hand? I doubted my eyes for a moment.
Edmund Gloucester said in an unusually warm, rather warm voice, putting a hand on his shoulder, pretending to be friendly.
“It seems that Her Majesty the Princess of Aloisia has asked her Majesty the Grand Duke for help.”
“…… You probably didn’t ask me that news because you were worried about me.”
“The Grand Duke was curious about Lady Emilia’s well-being.”
I struggled to manage my expression. I thought it would work, but it really did.
As long as I’m pretending to be a fellow who isn’t Edmund Gloucester anyway, I didn’t expect the author to dispose of me at will.
However, it is impossible to believe in the mind of a capricious madman forever. I felt relieved because I thought there was a minimum safety device.
“It’s an honor for a person with a lot of construction work to take care of people like me.”
“Since when did Lady Emilia care about that?”
It was the same voice that was a little startled. I said blatantly.
“I throw it out of courtesy. Sir Edmund, I know you have more socializing experience than I do, but you don’t seem to be able to distinguish a single word from your mouth?”
“Even though we were there, I just wondered if such a word was necessary.”
between us? Since when?
I didn’t know that mimicking the crazy person who turned to Ophelia would work so well. I deliberately made a cold voice and clapped Edmund’s hand.
“You are acting unbelievably.”
“Are you mad?”
“You have to wait to be angry, right?”
“Well, I must have been angry because I didn’t repay my trust.”
Edmund reacted more mildly than expected to my pointy remarks. Blue eyes twinkled happily. It’s like they’re planning a surprise gift… … It was a look of anticipation.
“But, seeing this will change your mind.”
It was a really, really fun voice. Edmund clapped lightly, and the butler pulled in something like a large cart.
Dripping, drizzling. The sound of wheels being pulled was deafening. Inside the box…….
“I had a hard time buying it on purpose, holding my breath and bringing it back.”
“…….”
“It has to be done by Lady Emilia.”
It looked familiar. I bit the inside of my mouth. It smelled fishy.
Eyebrows that curved like a geese when smiling. Soft cheeks. The hair that is tightly twisted into one… … .
I opened my eyes wide.
The bloody Odile was tied up in the wagon, much more unsightly and old than he had previously remembered.
That Otome Game’s Bad End