The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (39)
Episode 39
Sand and dust obscured my vision.
The inexperienced coachman barely stopped the carriage, but the inside of the small carriage staggered in a mess as if it were about to fall over.
Through the window, a woman wiping her skirt and picking up baskets.
His long black hair fluttered and covered his face for a moment. The exposed white face was still.
I just went through something like that, except for a little shortness of breath
He looked peaceful as if nothing had happened.
The woman’s face… … He seemed to be in a different world from the rest of the chaos. It was alien, still, and quiet, like raindrops falling on the desert.
Elodie swears, it was the first time he had seen such an opponent in this world.
And the moment Laertes saw that woman, he was most shaken up.
At that time, Elodie himself had not been able to grasp all of Laertes’ appearance as he had just come to Marquis.
Laertes’ uncommon agitation, he thought, was simply embarrassing by making innocent victims of his work.
But now that I think about it, it wasn’t.
Elodie remembers Laertes holding an apple in his pocket.
He looked down at the apple with a face he couldn’t explain with a moorish look, and looked down at him with a strange look for a long time.
Laertes Hope. Everyone’s hero.
There is no way he can greedily covet the belongings of commoners who will regret not even a single penny. Because he was a fair knight.
However, he resolutely drew a line stating that it would cause more harm to commoners if he got involved with Elodie, and he tried to end the situation quickly somehow.
That was not the case.
The man who was picking up apples instead of the woman who was about to pick them up was good in his eyes.
“Well, you said you were someone you didn’t know.”
“…….”
There is no change in the man’s eyes.
Rather, in that respect, Elodie was convinced. The still girl in the pendant was very similar to the woman Elodie had encountered that day.
Dark hair and dark eyes were not so uncommon, but not everyone had that mood.
Especially that feeling. Like a plant that has sprouted alone in a sandy desert, it has a heterogeneous yet calm atmosphere.
Just like the person I met in the dressing room just a while ago, unintentionally.
Elodie was no fool. Just because he had a kind and friendly personality, it didn’t mean he was a thoughtless person.
She bit the inside of her lip. Laertes has yet to make an excuse. It was an euphemism for not wanting to talk.
He didn’t apologize or say that he had a reason to do so. That wasn’t the attitude.
“I want to ask you for sure. The person I met that day was ‘Emily’.”
Elodie took a deep breath. Bright green eyes shone brilliantly.
“…… Is this ‘Emilia’ who stayed in the room on the far left on the second floor of this mansion?”
The man’s eyebrows furrowed faintly.
Elodie read the man’s nursery rhyme.
Yes, it was a nursery rhyme. Because he is a man who is not always shaken, because he is a man who is always consistent, because he is a man that everyone praises as such.
I thought so.
He is a person who is considerate of others even with an indifferent tone of voice.
Because he’s the deputy commander of the knights.
Because he is a man who takes care of his marquis like his own mother… … .
why didn’t you know To be able to treat everyone so fairly means that no one values you.
Elodie looked at the man with eyes full of determination. After a while, the man’s lips opened.
“…… Do I have any reason to answer?”
“Are you avoiding it?”
The man shuts his mouth again.
Elodie had a taste of nervousness. I never imagined a man would react like this.
I’m not talking about the misfortune I went to the dressing room and went through with Edmund Gloucester. Yes, to put it bluntly, it was a floating look.
The Marquis treated Elodie literally, like a daughter.
In fact, Ophelia offered to lavishly try on the enormous clothes and accessories that Ophelia had never touched.
After all, I didn’t know if it was the right way for Elodie to use it in that way, rather than being locked up in the marquis’ mansion forever.
In any case, Elodie was dismayed and declined over and over again, and eventually accepted the Marquis’s favor half-forced, and gradually became accustomed to the Marquis. The Marquis’ employees were also very kind to her.
She ended up using all of the best rooms on the second and third floors of the mansion.
Even if they shake their hands as if it was too much, they were forced to assume that this was not enough for the lady who will debut this year.
However, I was not allowed to go to the room right next to the room on the left end of the second floor.
The room was the one adjacent to the last room.
Perhaps they were connected on purpose, there was a small door leading to each other, but the door was locked now.
The room was rather small rather than large, and it was rustic rather than luxurious.
Elodie questioned the identity of the room. If someone had explained that it was the room of the dead Ophelia, I would have understood.
But the dead Ophelia’s room looked like the one on the far left.
A nice room with a clear view and direct sunlight.
Just like a princess’s room in a fairy tale, full of all kinds of precious and beautiful things.
The bed was so soft that three people could sleep on it.
Of course, the maids would have already cleaned and organized the most cherished items and valuables, but only the remaining furniture created such an atmosphere.
Elodie didn’t receive the room as his lodging room, but only that he was allowed to look around the room if there was anything he needed.
The maids were not in the mood to take it easy or keep it a secret.
Even so, the door leading from the very left-most room to the next room remained locked.
Even if you look at it in terms of size and decoration, it is not even comparable to the room on the far left.
Picking up a pendant that appeared to have rolled under the door was purely coincidental.
When I asked Dorothy, a maid who is said to be a senior in the Marquis, about the existence of the room, she turned her words back with a sword-like tone even with a friendly face.
Dorothy, the sweet maid, who always had her hair pulled up in a braid and secured with a green ribbon, always had a smile on her face, so Elodie never imagined that she would show it like that.
“Sir Laertes.”
“Lady Elodie.”
I could feel the voice drawing a line.
“It is too late to have a chat.”
“Re…….”
“If you don’t want to cause unnecessary misunderstanding, you should go in and rest.”
“…….”
why?
Elodie slowly looked at the man. The bright green eyes like thin leaves, the man did not evade.
Bright purple eyes like complementary colors. The line that a man who is always invisible, but courteous and kind, puts it firmly.
So it was then.
The man, yes, seemed intolerant of Elodie telling the story of ‘Emilia’.
Are you afraid of something? With a mind on the border? Why is that, what do you mean? Are you afraid that Elodie will do any harm? I don’t know, and I have no reason to.
Elodie stopped wrestling and stood up from his quiet seat.
The teacup, which Laertes had not touched, had already cooled completely and had not steamed.
Who doesn’t want to buy an ‘unnecessary misunderstanding’?
Elodie felt that the man’s attitude seemed to be intimidating.
what? to whom? It was unknown.
As she left the door, she opened her mouth.
“Sir Laertes.”
“…….”
“In respect of the Lord, I will pass this time.”
The man narrowed his eyes.
“But I don’t think I will be satisfied with that answer next time.”
“…….”
“Excuse me for being late.”
Elodie slowly moved away with light steps like a butterfly.
The man slowly closed the door after he saw the woman disappearing as he slid down the quiet mansion hallway.
He let out a deep sigh that seemed to boil from the floor, and the man covered his forehead with his hand.
That figure was so weak that it was not like a man.
“…… Leah.”
A crackling and cracking sound leaked out from the tip of his lips.
Just listening to it made me feel desperate as if a child was boiling.
“…… What are you thinking?”
The voice emptied through the air and disappeared like dust.
Like the temperature inside a teacup that has already cooled down.
That Otome Game’s Bad End