The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (7)
Episode 7
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“You really have no idea?”
Instead of answering, I smiled vaguely. As if he knew the answer just by looking at my face, Jack let out a groaning sound.
“Because you can make a lot of money. Really. How many rich people are spending their money generously in theaters these days? I can bet. At first glance, you may not look very glamorous, but you will be popular because of your elegance in some way, like aristocrats.”
I wiped the table with the cloth I was holding in my hand.
The old table was so old that the scratches looked like patterns, so even after wiping it, it didn’t show much.
“If it catches the eyes of a high-ranking elder, we will sell it and fix it! Do you know how luxurious Violetta, the prima donna of the Alba Grand Theater, after retiring after being spotted by Count Germont? Imagine it. A glass full of champagne, a colorful chandelier. Gorgeous dresses and jewels, gentlemen calling to you to dance!”
Desserts decorated like art by coloring each one.
A well polished silver tray and a sweet wine with low alcohol content. Lace and jewels carefully cut like a butterfly.
I know it well. The Marquis and Marquis put all kinds of things inside the mansion for their daughter who was sick and couldn’t get around.
For her daughter who can’t dance properly even after attending a ball, fabrics lighter than a bed and brighter than butterflies were brought in from afar. Beautiful, expensive, and useless things.
I shook my head and stopped talking.
“If you’re going to have a cup of coffee and talk more, I think I’ll stop and go to the counter.”
“really! There is a much more glamorous life than living in a coffee house like this, so why can’t I catch it?”
Jack grunted and took one shot of the coffee in my cup.
Jack, who is particularly tall compared to men of his age, was a young man in his early 20s, eager to succeed somehow.
After doing chores such as a newspaper reporter and shoe shine, it seemed that he was now working to procure people in the grand theater.
Jack glanced at me with a sad expression on his face.
A shabby coffee house on the outskirts of the capital. It is a secluded place where the sun does not shine even in the middle of the day.
At best, poor students, writers, and a few young girls who need a place to sit sometimes find them. There are at most three tables.
They open late for breakfast and early for lunch, and close before dinner.
At most, I am the only one working. No matter how you look at it, it’s a shop where you can’t make a lot of money.
Not wanting to be suspicious, the owner of the cafe left it as belonging to a wealthy old woman who lived nearby.
His status was also left as an ordinary commoner. Rather, it was funny to hear such an invitation like that.
I put the coin I got from Jack aside and said.
“Jack.”
“Huh?”
“If you get too greedy, it won’t end well.”
“uh?”
Jack asked stupidly. The third son of a poor family.
A young man who can’t hide his anxious eyes because he wants to be successful as soon as possible by learning how to make money by wandering the streets from a young age.
If it had been the way it was, I might have struggled like that, being beaten up and down by my greedy parents.
I put the coin back. Coffee is also a luxury for this young man.
Coming to a cafe like this in a situation where the price of food is scarce and pretentiously ordering coffee is probably part of the effort to entice me to take me to my workplace.
“As gorgeous as it is above, darker below.”
The young man rolled his eyes in bewilderment and looked at the coin and me, then snatched the coin. Anyway, it looks like it was worth it.
“If you are desperate…… Blurred eyes. Don’t regret later, choose wisely when you choose.”
Jack was silent for a moment.
“…… I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you’re so weird, Emily.”
“If you know something strange, stop doing it.”
“Sheesh……. okay okay. I’m leaving today He will come again though!”
Jack clasped the coin in his hand to get the coin back, and screamed before leaving. Seeing that, I laughed a little.
It was already late afternoon by the time I put the chair in and tidy up. I don’t think there will be any customers to come, so I decided to close early and go buy some dinner, so I organized the store.
It was two years ago that I had to sneak out of the capital and buy this building.
That morning, I went to all the jewelers in the capital as far as I could go.
A jeweler’s recommendation was given by giving a penny to the coaches who drove the wage-wagon.
I asked the price of the jewels I had, and I went to the store that I thought was the most conscientious among the prices of the jewels offered as examples and disposed of the jewels.
A young woman wearing mourning clothes came alone and presented this jewel, so I was wondering what to do if the price was badly beaten, but luckily I managed to dispose of it without causing much damage.
I put a portion of the money I had disposed of in a bank and bought a small building with a shop on the first floor and a lodging on the second floor.
It was moderately outskirts, and it was nice to be able to grow a vegetable garden next to it.
In fact, I had enough money to buy a decent luxury house, but I had no reason to be greedy because it was a house I would live alone anyway. I had no intention of having a separate maid.
I was thinking about renting out an empty shop on the first floor, and then I opened a coffee house that was said to be trendy just for a pastime.
I brewed tea just like the maids did, tried baking, and then burned it all down and ate it.
It was a poorly run store purely for self-satisfaction, so there were few customers.
The location was not good, and the taste was just mediocre. Occasionally, passersby or young people with no money pass by thanks to the cheap coffee price and go back to pass the time after ordering one or two cups of coffee.
It was leisurely and relaxing. not bad.
I yawned, took off my apron, and walked over to the counter.
I turned off the light and locked the door. I hung a straw basket on my arm and went out into the street. I was thinking of buying some dinner and going in.
I bought two loaves of bread, picked a loaf of smoked ham and an apple and put them in the basket.
It was time to think about whether there was any butter left at home. A loud noise was heard in the street.
I turned my head. I could see a horse tethered to a wagon, galloping through the streets like what had happened.
The people hurriedly fled, but a young child was seen crouching on the floor, crying in amazement.
The distance between the horse and the child was still quite long, but the horse was running so excitedly that it could not be relieved.
People seemed hesitant because even if he was accidentally hit by the carriage of the aristocratic family, his life would be lost for nothing.
I threw the basket away and ran. I cried my throat to burst. Hoping that the blue-frozen coachman would somehow hear it.
“One reins! They tell me to pull the reins on one side only! Stop talking!”
You may or may not hear it, but it is something you have to do. I shoved a little kid and rolled with him on the floor.
Fortunately, the sound of horses running loudly from the ground passed right behind them.
How the coachman understood what I was saying, the horses clashed in a loud noise and then slowly slowed down.
The mother, who seemed to have lost her child in a riot, ran to her with a pale face and hugged her.
The child’s body was full of scratches thanks to my hasty push, but it was fortunate that his life could have been lost if he made a mistake.
I took a breath and picked up the poorly rounded basket on the floor.
Bread and ham were found quickly, but the apples were rolling around quite a distance.
I sighed deeply, bent over and reached for the apple.
“…… Why are you here?”
And it stopped.
I opened my eyes wide to see the man who picked up the apple for me.
The man was dressed in a polite three-piece suit.
His short black hair was trimmed to reveal his ears, and in his deep purple eyes, something invisible to me was chaotic.
On the back of the hand holding the apple, blue veins were sprouting. Her lips were contorted as if in embarrassment.
I foolishly looked at the face and repeated the name in my mind.
It was Laertes Hope.
That Otome Game’s Bad End