The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (201)
Episode 201
Always, always, she resented Ophelia.
I did this to you even doing this How can you?
But I couldn’t put it into words.
A daughter who is sick and will die early. What’s the point of being a little bit mean?
So did the ladies around them. Beautiful and eccentric, her daughter who will die prematurely.
The Marquis has to be patient, but she’s a real daughter.
Only those words came back.
Ophelia always told her to be more open and honest, but she couldn’t.
I was trying to live a decent life. He collected all kinds of gold and silver jewelry, toys from all over the world, forced his playmates, and even brought along a wealthy fiancée.
Instead of not being able to debut in the social world, he asked people around his age to visit the mansion.
Come to think of it, Ophelia never once said she liked those things. I rather hated it.
Because he’s sick, because he’s sensitive, because he’s an unusual kid. Thinking like that, I thought that one day they would understand their parents.
It was the arrogance of the parents.
[You said that you treat Emilia well. I’m sorry that I couldn’t listen to you, and I got involved in various things and made you dangerous. You said you looked like your face, you caught someone else and couldn’t get it from you… … To listen to kind words, and to behave poorly.]
[…] … .]
[I didn’t even know that he was swearing… … when i heard that I’m so sorry for that kid. yes i thought of you Ophelia.]
‘Cause it’s always quiet because I didn’t say I thought it would be ok But if it wasn’t okay.
Who is Ophelia? Who was Ophelia, who was always vicious, cursing, and rejecting people?
When I forced myself to face the painful fingers that I had been neglecting, the memories I had buried came back to life. Things I couldn’t tell anyone.
[On the pretext of being a mother, I have really turned away from you.]
All parents want their children to be normal. May there be no disease. I hope there are no problems.
Of course, they want to be extraordinarily beautiful, to be extraordinarily clever, and to be extraordinarily healthy, but basically, they’re a ‘proud’ child. They want to be ‘normal’ who make up the majority of society.
It was even more so for Irene, who grew up confined to etiquette like a flower in a greenhouse in a large aristocratic society.
noblely. Cursing should not be put in the mouth or even thought about it. I can’t even imagine doing something vulgar.
A body that will become the hostess of a noble family. It may seem cramped right now, but once you get used to everything, you’ll understand.
Despite her death, Ophelia was the only daughter of the Marquis family of Windrose. I just couldn’t let it go.
Instinctively, he might have known. What Ophelia really wanted wasn’t the interest of unruly people, nor the gold and silver treasures.
Even if she was a daughter who was about to die, she didn’t want to see others ridicule and demean her in the slightest.
If he was going to die anyway, it would have been true freedom to admit that fact and let him live his own life.
Ophelia, who sat on the altar, opened her mouth.
[Now I won’t say thank you.]
[…] … .]
[Because I’m already dead, and hearing those words doesn’t mean anything other than comforting my mother.]
Irene smiled softly. This was a very mild axis for Ophelia’s habit of speaking. Is it because it’s a dream?
[So, if you don’t want to make a dog dream, you have to work hard. right?]
[…] … Huh?]
Tuk-tuk, Ophelia tapped the altar where I was sitting with her fingertips.
[This is the center of the altar. Whether it’s sucking in sacrifices, spitting out results, whatever. It’s exactly centered. A place with a very small circle groove. I don’t see it because it’s rough around here.]
[…] … Ophelia?]
[The condition of the offering is the heart. remember it well I don’t know where these fools are, so I stab them all over the place and make them covered in blood, so I don’t know, but if my heart doesn’t get stabbed, it won’t work.]
[Now what…….]
When she asked stupidly, Ophelia said coldly.
[I searched too, but if you don’t want to see Emilia chasing you, come to your senses.]
[…] … !]
[Because the goddess has a lot of trouble… … . Well, this is the last one, so it must have been this. I don’t come out often. So, remember it well, Mom.]
Ophelia got up. The world was twisting. His vision was blotchy, as if light and darkness had mixed together.
To her, who instinctively sensed the end, Ophelia whispered one last time. It was a faint, blunt voice.
[Because I want to die as my mother’s daughter if possible.]
* * *
“It doesn’t look very strong.”
“Then you can try it.”
“What if I break it?”
“It’s my fault that I dared to present something that wasn’t strong enough to the prince.”
Alexis liked Cassio.
First of all, I liked the fact that he didn’t preach an unreasonable sermon. Usually, other people said, ‘People are not objects’ or ‘You mustn’t hurt’ when the prince said such things.
What the hell is the problem? The prince is superior. who will be king The king can command anyone.
It is a sin to be disrespectful to the king, and it is also a sin to fail to fulfill his duty to the king. If the crime is serious, what’s the problem with taking a hand in advance when you have to apologize with your life anyway?
Even the queen was annoyed, saying, ‘Don’t do that in front of other people’. But Casio didn’t.
Besides, he even came to visit the prince without the queen’s knowledge.
“How did you bully your mother?”
“It is a secret. It was unreasonable because I wanted to give a present to the Prince.”
Alexis looked at the ‘gift’ offered by Casio Bramanduff, who was smiling with a friendly face, with curious eyes.
She was a cute looking girl. Exactly, Alexis’s age. The height was also the same.
The hair looks a bit rough, maybe even dyed. It took a while for me to have a pure white face that I couldn’t even guess what the original color of my face was because I had already put on makeup.
Gloves from head to toe and wrapped in clothes might be ridiculous, but it was okay because a young girl was dressed in cute and luxurious clothes and accessories.
“Really, can I do whatever I want?”
Alexis smiled contentedly. It was a smile like a reptile in front of its prey.
* * *
“Close your eyes for a surprise gift.”
When Edmund said something to me with a very pounding, determined look on his face, I nodded thoughtlessly.
Even when I covered my eyes with something like a soft cloth.
Could it really be that the work was completed in just one night, imitating the garden of the Marquis? Anyway, would it be easy to finish the construction without making a single noise?
I was thinking something like this, but I was a little surprised when I felt that I was being taken by a carriage.
“…… Do you think the present is a little far away?”
“It’s a secret.”
Edmund whispered as he took my hand and put it on the carriage as if hugging me. My ears were itchy.
“Are you anxious? May I hold your hand?”
I felt Edmund looking towards me. I wiggled my fingers and twitched, and the feeling of taking back the hand that had been reaching out to me.
Did I even try to check whether I was wearing a ring or not?
“You wear that ring often.”
He carries the knife and necklace that Laertes gave him as a gift. I just keep it deep inside my arms so that no one else sees it.
The ring presented by Casio was both useful and useful, but the gold color of the delicate rose petals, which were not very large, did not fade at all. Should I admit the money? … .
As of now, the most likely target for this item is Edmund Gloucester.
“Because it’s not burdensome.”
“Are the ornaments I prepared for you too weak?”
No, in the first place, it was a collection of Ophelia’s relics and my old ones… … . If I were to say that it was a formally gifted accessory, it was just a ring, but I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Well, if I had been a sane writer in the first place, I wouldn’t have proposed like that.
“To Sir Edmund’s eyes, this ring looks like a good value for money.”
“…… We recognize the wealth of the Brahmanduff family.”
Edmund forced himself to speak as if he was taking a really bitter drug.
“That doesn’t mean you acknowledge the individual. mean and vulgar… … .”
The person who hated Casio Brahmanduff so blatantly… … was it? No, it just seemed like he was dissatisfied that I was wearing the accessories that others gave me.
Edmund Gloucester, who is obsessed with and cares about every little thing in me, is so unrealistic that I think I will faint.
I wanted to see other people. I wanted to see Beth wielding a book while saying, ‘Aww, you’re a stalker!’ with a disgusted face. Elodi, Alogia, and at least Sir Joseph will look at them with disdain.
Laertes is…….
how are you going to react It was obviously not good.
“I just got used to it and wore it.”
Every time Laertes was concerned about me, I was overcome by an unfamiliar feeling. More than anything else, whenever I felt his unfaithful kindness, I was caught up in a vague feeling of wanting to run away and cry.
I miss you often, even if I don’t say I miss you, I can’t help but think of it. Like air, like a glass of unintentionally drinking water.
“From now on, you will become more accustomed to me and my present, so there will be no problem.”
“……. Well, try.”
“I will do my best to get Lady Emilia’s attention.”
Edmund answered with an excited voice like a pet dog that had been given permission to go for a walk, regardless of my trembling voice. As a result, the carriage stopped.
“I’m sorry, but Lady Emilia. From now on, I will guide you.”
When I pulled Edmund off the wagon, I had no choice but to hug him halfway through his upper body.
‘Can’t you just open your eyes, are you a scholar?’ It was like a chimney, but I held it in.
You can feel the reaction of the other person who is stiff and visibly twitches even when your hand just rubs against it. When I saw it, I felt really strange.
Dear Ophelia… … . Edmund Gloucester is the strangest of your suitors… … .
Anyway, I thought I would have to look at that ‘gift’ as soon as possible, so I calmly hurried my steps.
Edmund slowly unwrapped the cloth covering my eyes. I opened my mouth at the sight in front of me.
Edmund smiled as if pleased with my reaction.
He was the Marquis of Windrose.
That Otome Game’s Bad End