The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (32)
Episode 32
‘If you don’t have anything else to say, I’ll just leave.’
The reason I did not catch her at those words was because it was the day of the funeral.
It must have been that kind of reaction because it was the day of ‘that’ Ophelia’s funeral. no way. I’ll stay with the marquis until I see you again… … .
If you think about it, even the feeling of loss of Ophelia was blown away for a moment by her empty reaction.
When they heard the news later, Emilia had already left the Marquis at dawn that day and disappeared.
Casio can still remember as if yesterday that unmoving Laertes Hope had an indescribably nervous expression on his face.
I heard that the Marquis had said hello, but I heard that he was going to persuade him because he would go when the sun came out, and that he wanted to speak slowly rather than forcefully because everyone would have a lot to think about.
It was the last time it was confirmed that the butler had recommended a carriage to her, who was only going to walk away.
He vanished, carrying only enough luggage to fill one suitcase at best, leaving Ophelia and her favorite ribbon to one of her close maids.
The day was bright and the marquise was taken aback.
In particular, the Marquis said that he fell once more.
No one could have imagined that she would go away like that.
She didn’t have a home except for the Marquis, and she didn’t have anyone she could trust or trust.
Yet it was.
So Casio Brahmanduff felt happy and embarrassed at the same time to see her frown upon finding him in front of a small cafe door.
No way, really, I didn’t know that they were working with commoners.
Every time I heard the last story that it was almost as if she had left almost naked even while saying things like ‘I have enough money’, I used to calm my anxious heart by saying that it was just an ominous imagination because I wondered if she had already met her end.
In fact, that was the reason everyone was looking for Emilia.
On the day of Ophelia’s funeral, Emilia vanished without revealing her destination to anyone, only carrying some of the most precious gifts Ophelia left to her and a simple luggage.
Wherever the aristocratic contacts reached, the news could reach them, but there was no news from anywhere. It seemed very sloppy.
It’s not like I’ve been living like a normal noble girl, but it must have been the same living next to Ophelia without lifting anything heavier than a teapot.
What kind of mindset did you have to live with the common people and hide your identity?
The clothes he was wearing were also coarse cloth clothes. Even though she was dressed in a simple outfit without any accessories, her black eyes were still intact.
Rather, it was amazing.
Even though it was common for them to quarrel over Ophelia rather than say hello to each other, he is an acquaintance with the ‘he’ Brahmanduff family and the heir of the Gloucester family.
If you wanted to run a cafe as a hobby, if you had given any advice to the Marquis of Windrose, you would have gotten one in a good place right away.
Of course, in order to remain in the aristocratic society, it would have been essential to have a network of aristocrats who could somehow serve as guardians. Even so… … .
okay. Emilia acted like a person who had only herself to trust in this world.
Don’t lean on anyone Don’t try to get help from anyone.
He is not agitated and does not reveal his own greed.
Why. why.
When I think about it again, it was next to Ophelia that this grumpy woman showed her expression the most.
Even though I didn’t look at Ophelia like everyone else, and Ophelia Windrose, who was next to me, was just acting like an ordinary person.
okay. When I think about it again, whether that woman is Ophelia’s follower, Ophelia or other people. They were all treated with the same eyes.
It was a mistake by Casio Bramanduff to think that I was a woman who didn’t even know my subject.
Really, to that woman, it didn’t matter.
really? Your own regrets and even love?
It was hard to believe. Casio Brahmanduff knew human desire better than anything else.
He boasted that he had mastered the attributes of those in power more than anyone else. The nobility was especially so.
Those who had even a little more would show more greed. Whether I grew up fine or not, no one could easily give up what I once held in my hands.
Much less Emilia grew up watching Ophelia, who was next to me, unintentionally, loved and admired by everyone.
Even if he was the most faithful priest, it was a strange environment if a sense of inferiority did not sprout.
Even though I could do almost everything that ‘that’ Ophelia left behind, Emilia just left.
If it hadn’t been possible to find traces in this way, I really would have never heard of it for the rest of my life.
Anyway, Casio Brahmanduff never missed out on what he wanted.
And for now, there was only one thing that could hold Emilia.
An opponent whom the former Casio Brahmanduff never expected to use against Emilia.
“Because it’s too much. It’s not Ophelia, how do I wear this?”
Ophelia Windrose.
Well, that was a strange irony.
The existence that was once considered a part of Ophelia can only be captured by mentioning Ophelia.
Casio looked up at the white face with a genuinely tired face.
Even the Marquis of Windrose could not treat Ophelia like an ordinary child. Ophelia had such a strange aura.
Even Laertes Hope, who is said to have grown up like his own older sister, never scolded Ophelia.
Before Emilia came, all the children who had visited the marquise’s mansion simply succumbed to Ophelia and cried and begged, but did not dare to confront it.
I heard that it was the young Emilia at the time who was the only one who grabbed that coveted silver hair and screamed, whether you die or I die.
‘She was so pretty and kind.’
Then why was she not surprised by the existence of Lady Elodie?
Casio looked at Emilia, who shook her head with sharp eyes.
When I saw Edmund Gloucester and Lady Elodie together, she wasn’t too moved.
Hearing the maid’s words, it was a great calm to start asking the location of the wagon to get out quietly.
Even though I’ve met Lady Elodie and Laertes before, basically her attitude is very…… It was natural.
Usually, I was curious to see how they could be so close, and if there was any connection with the marquis.
Wasn’t it Emilia, who was so worn out by a single letter from ‘that’ Ophelia?
nevertheless she
‘I don’t need it’
He drew the line very coldly.
As if he already knew that it couldn’t be.
Even though they look so similar that anyone can see them, even though that Edmund Gloucester shows an obsessive attitude.
Casio was very interesting about that.
Anyway, Emilia… … . okay. Casio Brahmanduff admits. He wasn’t like any other woman he’d ever seen.
Every time he thought about it, a side view of the goddess who looked at him like a sneer would suddenly come to mind.
“It’s not overdone. How fast is the social world trend? You should have two sets of any style.”
“Isn’t too much just not enough?”
“We know well that, ahead of the socialite season, a lady’s dressing room will not be enough to fill three mansions.”
“No, it’s really overkill.”
“Are you worried about the Brahmanduff family’s budget?”
“Isn’t it like I can’t wear all ten of my body this season?”
“What a shameful thing to say. When my aunt heard it, she shudders. If you follow what he calls ‘Lady’s virtue’, he says that during a proper social season, three sets of breakfast, lunch and dinner are not enough.”
“…….”
“Even because we don’t have enough time, we haven’t been able to get it right yet. I’ll call you back to the mansion later and take care of everything, but I thought it would be nice to look around for a day or so.”
“…….”
Emilia was only shaking her head as if she had no energy to criticize at this point.
Her delicate black hair swayed slowly in the air as she moved.
The dress that Emilia strongly objected to, saying that it ‘doesn’t fit’, was a dress in which several layers of thin fabric were layered to reveal the silhouette of the body at first glance, and the lower part was inflated like a bell and decorated with lace folded like a flower.
Not bad for Casio.
No, it was actually pretty good.
The upper part was bright peach color, and the lower part was dark purple. At the waist, a belt embroidered with pearls sparkled.
Emilia acted as if she wasn’t very confident in her own looks, but well, it was ‘that’ Ophelia who had been with her all her life.
Even if it wasn’t an aura like Ophelia, who couldn’t take her eyes off anyone just passing by, there was a strange atmosphere.
A neat white face. A body that draws elegant curves like a fawn. Black and black hair that seemed to grab everyone’s attention without any ornaments.
If Ophelia was like a living and breathing goddess, Emilia had a strange atmosphere like a princess in a country that had already been destroyed.
This was especially the case with eyes that couldn’t read inside the silent sheep holding a secret that no one knew about.
The Bad End of That Otome Game