The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (34)
Episode 34
“…….”
…… did you mean that happened?
Of course, Casio Brahmanduff was once a follower who would have applauded and praised Ophelia for whatever she did, whether she threw a teacup, broke it, or poisoned it.
Now that I heard it again through Emilia’s mouth, it wasn’t cute at all.
Poisoned toad intestines in a visitor’s teacup? Isn’t it just poison?
Casio Brahmanduff knew just how cruel Ophelia’s pranks with unhappy visitors were.
Because he’s in the top 3 on the list of visitors that Ophelia doesn’t like.
In other words, that poison was the poison Casio might have drank.
Besides, do you put flowers on it as a gift to relieve your anger? Seeing this, Emilia threatens to drink if she gets upset, and Ophelia comforts Emilia again?
Is that ‘the’ stubborn Ophelia?
Even Emilia was smiling with a happy face. It looked like he was genuinely happy.
Light flowed in his always indifferent black eyes, and his pale cheeks were full of red.
Casio, who had tried to make Emilia sway somehow, and had pierced all the weak points with words from the last time, seems to me… … It wasn’t funny.
It was just like a different person.
There was no way to get rid of the iron-walled tee, saying, ‘I will never fall for your nonsense,’ and put your mind at ease once.
“…… Do you mean to tell me that?”
“Casio-san likes Ophelia.”
Emilia blinked her eyes.
“So, you’re going to like this. no?”
“…….”
It’s not wrong, but it was amazing.
“Coming to think of it, there aren’t that many people who can talk like this anymore.”
“…… Is that so?”
“It’s a thing of the past, so Ophelia won’t be angry if you brag a little.”
Boast? Were you even proud?
“It’s fine. Actually, there was an image of him, so I couldn’t talk about it anywhere and kept my mouth shut. Casio-san can listen!”
Emilia smiled brightly. It was the kind of smile I had never seen before.
Casio instinctively felt a sense of crisis and hurriedly avoided it.
“…… No, no.”
“why? Are you talking about ‘that’ Ophelia?”
“I am well aware that there is a beautiful and long story between the two of them that no one else can intrude on, so I do not dare to encroach on that realm.”
“I think my love for Ophelia has grown cold, Cassio Brahmanduff…….”
Even Emilia grumbled while rubbing her lips.
Unlike his always unmoving appearance, at that moment, he looked as lively as his peers, so it was even more embarrassing.
He even glances at Casio Brahmanduff with a look of displeasure, like a gnome who is cheating on him.
“…… My adoration for Lady Ophelia has always been the same. Please do not rush.”
“It is said that a man’s heart is weaker than the wind that flows through a reed……. Poor Ophelia… … .”
“…….”
Ophelia was always, everywhere, cold at the hearts of her followers.
Even more so for Casio Brahmanduff.
Of course, the followers praised even Ophelia as lofty… … .
Anyway, at least Emilia wasn’t the one to take pity on even with such empty words.
“…… Emilia really likes Ophelia.”
“Who in the world wouldn’t love him?”
Emilia asked as if it was natural. Casio looked at her like that.
Rumors of Lady Elodie had long since entered the social world.
She looks just like ‘that’ Ophelia.
However, she’s a baron’s young girl who came to Tokyo from the countryside, and her personality is so gentle, kind, and friendly that she has nothing to do with Ophelia.
It is said that as soon as the Marquis saw the young girl, who looked just like her dead daughter, she hugged her and wept suffocatingly.
It is said that this is why the marquisist started moving this time.
Rather, he said that he would be more suitable for the social world than ‘that’ Ophelia, who could not even say a word because of the marquise’s breathtaking guard, sickly body, and character that could not be described as kind with empty words.
There were already people who made comparisons like that.
But the woman’s eyes were calm.
As it was on the day of the funeral, it is the same now that I choose to break my hiding place and return to the letter of the dead.
“Everyone didn’t know him well, so that’s the end of it, and he was worthy of love.”
It was such a decisive statement that even a parent would not be able to make such a conclusion.
The woman’s voice had no sign of anger at all. Monotonous words as if speaking the truth of the world.
If Emilia thinks that a marquise without Ophelia doesn’t mean much to her, and that she abandoned everything and went away.
If so, it means that Ophelia Windrose is loved.
It means that you have fully understood the authority of a marquise, gold and silver, and the honor and power that a high-ranking noble family can give, and the comfort of a lifetime.
The people who followed Ophelia by licking the watermelon didn’t know that, so it was just that.
He was worthy of being loved by everyone, not me, so everything I did for him was meaningful.
It was completely sincere.
It was not an exaggeration or a boastful statement.
It was just a brief confession to someone who had been by Ophelia’s side and followed her like himself, thinking that he was in a similar position.
For a moment, Casio Brahmanduff thought that he was envious of such Ophelia.
A fundamental love that will not be shaken by any external factors.
I remembered Ophelia’s smile, faint like a flower soaked in water.
‘I decided to believe in hope too.’
It really wasn’t like Ophelia Windrose.
Ophelia Windrose was very proud. I hate what I hate, and I love what I like.
Even so, I hated the short life, the fact that I had to force myself to do something I didn’t want to do, and that I had to put up with it for the future, almost to the point of hatred.
Come to think of it, she was alone with Casio Brahmanduff.
Ophelia, which Casio Brahmanduff has been following for so long, was a lofty snowy mountain that humans could not reach, a distant winter sea, and a frozen forest.
An opponent who is unlikely to be shaken by such shallow things as human affection. Rather than pure love, something to admire.
The only shining diamond among people who are as mineral as ants.
What kind of love cuts diamonds and polishes them with hope to shine among the sands?
Is it that the one who shined more than anyone else was determined to scrape away and disappear?
In other words, it was the first moment in his life that a man who had been cynical about human emotions was touched by the affections of others for the first time in his life.
* * *
‘What did I do wrong?’
He scratched the floor and blood oozes from the tips of his broken nails. Tears fell and wet the floor.
It hurt like a sore throat. Every time he made a voice, it felt like someone was driving a nail into his throat.
However, the most painful thing was not physical pain. It was just reality. The reality is that nothing will change. cold truth.
Reason whispered in her mind. give up all in vain It won’t change… … .
But I had to struggle. Otherwise, I couldn’t stand it.
‘How the hell should I have acted?’
The cracked, hoarse voice sounded more like a scream.
Unlike her exhausted and broken body and mind, the place was perfect. The walls, the floor, and even the carpet on the floor were all beautiful.
It was top-notch. In case the woman might get hurt, all sides were filled with soft cloth rugs and cushions.
There wasn’t even a decorative knife that killed the blade, if not even a sharpener.
The woman was even more terrified of it. It was enough to show his determination not to let go even if he died.
A decorative canary with obsidian eyes in a golden cage without sardines, a beautiful ebony box adorned with ivory and silver full of jewels.
And she knows the initials that will be engraved on the inside of the ebony box.
Acronym for O. Ophelia.
A name that is not hers. A name that follows her.
Just thinking about it gave me goosebumps. At the very least, even the clothes she’s wearing now were the original clothes the protagonist of the name was wearing. Knowing this, she felt eerie, as if she had been borrowed from the shroud of the dead.
she’s just her I just hoped that I would get along well with other people.
People arbitrarily seized her and projected others who had already died, eagerly awaiting her.
The Bad End of That Otome Game