The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (2)
Episode 2
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Ophelia Windrose died in late spring, close to summer.
One night, I insisted that I want to see flowers, so I left the window open, and the cold I caught got worse and I got a fever.
The small illness, which at first seemed insignificant, got worse day by day. The fever did not go down, and he often lost consciousness.
one month to do that. she died
The funeral was modest. I was dressed in black from head to toe and was present throughout the funeral.
The Marquis embraced the coffin and, while crying, fainted and was taken away.
The maids whispered behind my back that I was a bad bitch, who kept my seat with an expressionless face without shedding a single tear.
Everyone at the funeral glanced at me at least once.
Of those solemnly dressed and paying tribute to the Marquis, Ophelia’s personal acquaintances were not even a handful.
It wasn’t that there weren’t any. Three men with hardened faces sat in the corner. I didn’t look at it on purpose.
Ophelia Windrose was the only daughter of the Marquis. Knowing that it was a personal greed, the marquis and the marquis invited the spirits of various families to the mansion.
Among them, there were men who fell in love with Ophelia Windrose despite her extremely harsh and unkind personality.
It could be said that they were the male protagonists and the attacking characters in ‘Game’.
they hated me
I had no choice but to do so. Ophelia Windrose, who was harsh on everyone, acted like a cat without claws to me, the only one in the world.
He didn’t even sneer at her, saying that no matter how handsome men bent over to court her, they were assholes who were drawn to the pitiful beauty of a great beauty that would soon die.
No, Ophelia Windrose actually hated everyone in the world. Even the Marquis and Marquis did not like her.
I was the only exception. And they hated that.
Was it humiliating to be pushed back by someone like me who wasn’t a conspicuous beauty, didn’t have any education, and had a mediocre bloodline? Well, it’s over anyway.
Instead of white lilies, I placed a bouquet of reddish-red roses, purple irises, and spring flowers that bloomed like lumps of pale pink cotton on Ophelia’s coffin.
It was too foreign to be used at a funeral, so everyone’s eyes were on it for a moment, but no one said anything.
Only the Marquis, who had barely woken up and came to the funeral, looked at me with her red eyes for a moment, and then looked away.
The eyes of the men who were courting Ophelia also seemed to be focused, but I didn’t care.
When the priest’s prayers were almost finished and the ceremony was coming to an end, the Marquis finally fainted once more.
The marquis supported the marquis’ wife and hurriedly went inside.
The priest, who had already finished praying, coughed and left.
It had already cooled down or nothing.
The gathered people chatted among themselves and headed into the mansion. The servants who cared for the deceased Ophelia guided the people with gloomy faces.
In an instant, empty outside, I was standing under a large old tree, just staring at the coffin.
“Well, don’t you think it’s meaningless?”
It was a very sarcastic voice.
I turned my back. A man with long blue hair neatly tied down. The eyes reflected through the one-piece glasses were cold.
“People who don’t care whether they live or die live so carelessly, but it means that God always engages in such stinky behavior.”
“Iknow, right.”
The man’s face contorted at my blunt answer.
“under! Are you saying you’re okay up to this moment? What did she think of you… … !”
“Mr. Edmund, I know her heart much better than you do.”
The man made a miserable face.
feeling defeated? Well. Either way it didn’t matter to me.
I threw the withered lilies to the ground. The wind blew and the black veil swayed slightly.
Thanks to this, the man’s blue eyes, which were distorted like cracked glass, could be seen better.
Edmund Gloucester.
The eldest son of the Earl of Gloucester.
A hyena of the type who doesn’t cover fire if she wants anything, and it’s a pain in the ass if it’s set as an enemy.
In the game…… I remember that the bad ending that imprisoned the baron Young-ae, who was set as the player, was mostly this person’s route.
Maybe the baron girl was locked up in a room full of the dead Ophelia’s collection.
However, he becomes a hot-tempered person who only goes back to things related to Ophelia.
Among the bad endings, it seems that the secret of the birth of a soybean family member that allows you to guess why that person’s personality has become that way has been revealed. I couldn’t remember the details.
Well, it has nothing to do with me anyway. Every time they see me, I don’t even care to spend on people who act like they’re hungry because they can’t catch me.
“That said, Lady Emilia is right.”
I glanced into the face of the person who had intervened with a very unwelcome heart.
Casio Brahmanduff.
A person who knows how to laugh arrogantly, as if ridiculing people with short-cut blonde hair, pale gray eyes, thin lips, and indifferent eyes. He is a man who speaks like a respectful gentleman on such a subject.
At first glance, she deceives others with her honey-sweet hair and friendly voice, but in reality, she is the worst. Because I only thought of people as objects.
“The one of us who knows Lady Ophelia the best is, after all, Lady Emilia.”
At first glance they seem to be on my side, but it’s just a way to make fun of Edmund. That guy doesn’t like me either.
Gray eyes, decorated as if they were smiling, passed me by.
“It is.”
I briefly agreed.
“So, what kind of sincerity is Lady Emilia, we can’t dare say? You’re an idiot who drives a lady drunk with my own feelings, I don’t care. Gloucester.”
Edmund Gloucester blushed. I heard grinding teeth.
“under! Sir Brahmanduff. Are you sure you are covering Lady Emilia right now? The sun will rise in the west.”
“There’s nothing you can’t do because you’ll become the future Lady Emilia Windrose, right?”
Ha, I smiled involuntarily.
Then yes. The people who loved Ophelia cannot be kind to me.
Casio’s words were clear and concise. He was sarcastic that the reason I didn’t mourn at the funeral was that I was going to take the place Ophelia died. I answered without hiding a smile.
“It’s not going to happen.”
The two men, who were growling at each other, stopped in an instant.
“I will never be a member of the Marquis of Windrose.”
The smile disappeared from Casio Brahmanduff’s face, who was smiling brightly. Edmund Gloucester looked startled. Casio asked.
“What do you mean?”
I said with a sullen face.
“Don’t you think you can’t see a face you see often in this place?”
Laertes Hope.
Originally, if Ophelia had been healthy, the Marquis would have been a real fiancee and Daryl son-in-law.
Although he is the second son of the Hope family, he has outstanding abilities, his personality is not bad, and he is a close relative of the Marquis of Windrose family.
He was also the person who wooed Ophelia with two men at this place.
Casio looked at me with a statue-like face. It was rare for a man who used to be sly, without any gaps, to do such a thing.
“Perhaps the Marquis will adopt Mr. Laertes. it’s ok He’s a promising knight, as well as his bloodline. He is the right person to be the heir of the Marquis family.”
“What does that mean now?”
Gloucester intervened with a frown on his face. It’s a face that I don’t understand at all.
They probably aren’t bad-headed people, but I don’t know why they act like this. Everyone acted like a nerd when it came to that Ophelia thing.
The kid is already dead, and these people are going to run rampant with a poor country girl who looks just like him.
Well, it might be more like the day of her funeral. Instead of sighing, I spoke again and again.
Considering that they are hateful and affectionate, and that they are faces that you will never see in the future, it is only at this level of kindness that you can show them.
“I came to Marquis Writer because I needed a friend of Ophelia’s age. Ophelia is dead.”
You look like you’re saying why you’re repeating everything you know. I said simply.
“So now I have to leave the marquis.”
For some reason, the two men made amazing faces. Why. Who thought of me as a fly that clings to Ophelia?
That Otome Game’s Bad End