The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (47)
Episode 47
Jealousy cannot exist at all.
A silence with many meanings passed. The lukewarm gaze gently passed Elodie and then disappeared.
There were also eyes with obvious jealousy. Count Betty Young-ae opened her mouth pretending not to know.
“You came to the Count’s house to escort Young-ae.”
“…… Yes.”
“You seem to really care for Young-ae…….”
“No. It must be the will of the Marquis of Windrose.”
Baron Cyclamen’s young Ae interrupted in a stingy tone.
“You know that Sir Laertes will do whatever the Marquis wills, right?”
“But the young Elodie…….”
“that’s right.”
Elodie smiled softly as she cut off the words of Count Betty.
“The Marquis has taken good care of me, so I am undeserved of consideration from Sir Laertes. That’s just it.”
“But you don’t have any heart? I heard that wherever you go, you will never forget to escort them… … .”
That was when Elodie was about to respond with an embarrassed face.
The servant came and carefully looked for Elodie. It was said that Laertes had come to pick him up at the scheduled time.
It didn’t end with just words. When Laertis, dressed in a uniform, came up to greet him lightly, the young girls gathered in an uproar.
It goes without saying that he was willing to let Elodie look at him with envy, admiration and jealousy.
After greeting everyone, Elodie followed Laertes and left the place slowly.
Looking at the back of the two people who had left their seats, they continued to argue that they were a picture-perfect couple.
However, their situation was slightly different.
Elodie, who was sitting in the carriage engraved with the marquise’s pattern, looked straight at the man sitting opposite me.
A man who is like a model of a perfect knight.
“Thank you for coming to pick me up.”
“I just did what I had to do.”
Yeah, isn’t it really like a model of ‘perfect conversation’?
Elodie stifled a laugh. Is that man a kind person?
okay. On the surface, it seems so. It was an attitude that showed modesty in case the Lady felt a burden. Anyone would say caring.
But why does she feel so uncomfortable? If I didn’t know, I might have been deceived.
Yes. If only I hadn’t seen that man’s crack.
“I got an offer to partner with the ball from Sir Edmund Gloucester.”
“…….”
Laertes’ eyes didn’t show the slightest bit of agitation.
“Congratulations.”
“You know what the Marquis wants?”
“No one can force the will of Elodie. Do whatever you want.”
okay. The words were kind.
But looking back, is it an illusion to show that he doesn’t care what Elodie chooses?
Is that really sweet?
“So, I declined.”
“…….”
The man was like a hard walnut that could never be broken with any cutlery.
okay. From the beginning, I thought he was such a man. So I thought it wasn’t strange.
If I hadn’t seen the appearance of the man who was entangled with ‘Emilia’, I would have been fooled.
There was no need to compare him to Edmund Gloucester, who was looking at Elodie with his eyes wide open as if he had a fever.
Elodie knows the wishes of the Marquis Windrose.
She wanted surrogate satisfaction.
I wanted to see with my own eyes a sight that I would have been able to see if my dead daughter had been alive.
He brought clothes that the dead daughter could not wear, a splendid opera that the dead daughter could not see, and all kinds of delicacies that the dead daughter could not eat.
And the final stop is here.
“Really, would you mind being my Cavalier?”
“…… Why are you asking me that?”
Because I noticed your crack.
Instead of saying that, Elodie was silent.
No matter how much she was, she couldn’t decide what she didn’t know perfectly.
She simply has an intuition about the person who pushed her away the most out of all the people she had ever met.
Emilia.
Emily.
A person who pretended to be a commoner and tried to create a distance from Elodie.
A friend of the deceased Ophelia.
An opponent that Edmund Gloucester overreacts to.
And, perhaps, someone who is sponsored by the Brahmanduff family.
Does the man in front of you know all these facts?
Why would he try to stop him from finding out about her?
Public reviews of ‘Emilia’ were not good. Just looking at the attitudes of those who approached her right away.
While talking like he was nothing but the dead Ophelia, he would repeat Emilia’s name several times as if he was bored.
The reviews were extreme.
The person who said that he was the only friend who stood by the side of Ophelia, who had an exceptional personality.
A person who accuses him of being merely a leech attached to the marquise to take advantage of the power of the marquis.
So, the person who advised that Elodie should also not forget that lesson and not be deceived…….
In any case, even those who say they don’t care because they don’t know where or what they are doing now.
Every time he heard those words, Elodie became more curious. I got curious.
Emilia, whom she had seen for a very short time, was very humble. It seemed that nothing could surprise her.
Hard, cold, hard black eyes. serene look. lips tightly shut.
The attitude was the same when wearing dirty cloth clothes or sitting as a guest in the dressing room wearing luxurious clothes.
Upright and determined attitude. It’s like he doesn’t care what the public looks like.
Suddenly she notices. ‘Why are you asking me that?’
A man will never say, ‘It’s an honor that overflows to me’ or ‘Of course.’ didn’t say the same thing.
If a man who always gave a model answer that seemed to have drawn perfectly, said his intentions were not important… … .
Elodie seemed to be laughing out loud. After all, doesn’t that mean he didn’t want it?
But in the end I couldn’t ask any more. Because she was a coward. Although I knew that others saw themselves as substitutes.
However, if it is a comfort to others.
Even if it could be someone’s joy.
Because I was a coward who thought that wasn’t a bad thing either.
A coward who even doubts whether he would have been able to stand in this position if he had completely abandoned the shadow of the dead.
Knowing this, I admired the person who acted without hesitation to save the child in front of the carriage.
I thought he was a nice person.
I didn’t know you’d find out like this, but… … . Elodie bit her lip.
Is that dream a benediction? Punishment for pretending not to know while enjoying everything in the shadow of an already dead person?
When I put the ball on the window, I felt a cool touch. It wasn’t the attitude that a Lady would show with another person on the other side, but Elodie didn’t care.
The dream I had yesterday was a terrible nightmare. I felt chills all over my body just thinking about it.
In her dream, she was running away, wandering through a frantic, dirty back alley. Dog barking could be heard everywhere.
For some reason, her throat broke and she called for help, but no one felt it. Except for the pursuers after her, everything was quiet.
‘…… So be careful and grab it.’
okay. There was such a word.
She ran as if she was about to vomit. Even if his limbs were torn and he fell, he got up and ran again.
‘I’m sorry’
Running away, she thought.
‘Why me?’
An all too familiar scream tore the eardrums.
‘Me too, obviously… … .’
The dream was brief, but what she felt was intense. It was simple. I didn’t want to die like that.
The end was very clear.
The world was like a small rectangular frame cut out of black paper. And she was a sinner trapped within that very frame.
like invincible hell. For some reason, I knew in my dream that there would be no end even if I ran away.
Please, please.
…… please give
let me run away
squeak, squeak. the sound of something twisting. The sound of something being dragged down the alleyway. blood. stain. scream. death.
[Bad ending achievement 2/??]
and repeat.
The Bad End of That Otome Game