The bad ending of an Otome game MTL - Chapter (89)

Episode 89

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As a child, Laertes viewed Ophelia as a comrade rather than a friend or fiancée. There was a warm and lukewarm bond between the two.
It was a marriage that was semi-forced purely due to the circumstances of the adults. No, it wasn’t an official ceremony, but the fact that Laertes’ ‘place to stay’ was changed semi-forcibly didn’t change.
Laertes’ mother began to hate Laertes unilaterally after giving birth to him, suffering from severe colic and depression. It was an intense emotion, almost like seeing an enemy.
As Laertes grew up and began to excel and outdo his brother in every way, the hatred became clearer.
The father, who found bruises on the limbs of his second son, who always had a calm face, searched for a ‘legal’ way to get the second son out.
Laertes’ older brother unilaterally followed his mother, who only favored him.
Laertes showed excellent qualities with a sword. He was more talented than my brother and even my father.
But Laertes’ father, more than protecting his son, wanted a peaceful family.
If only the second son disappeared, it seemed that he could somehow imitate a peaceful family. Rather than solving the problem, he chose to get rid of it right in front of his eyes.
The Marquis of Windrose are good people, and Ophelia is also a beautiful girl that no other girl her age can match. Rather, it’s a better opportunity than when I was here right now. Hearing all of that cowardice, Laertes simply nodded.
People said you shouldn’t be a bad kid. As a good child and mature, your mother said that one day your mother will forgive you.
Laertes did not understand from then on. What sins should be forgiven? What she did was always hating her mother. Was it wrong not to be born as the eldest son?
Although the Marquis of Windrose said they would treat you like a son, Laertes knew. Even his ‘real’ family has abandoned him, so if you let him down even here, he really has nowhere to go.
The Marquis of Windrose took great care of Laertes, saying that she wanted to have such a reliable son.
But seeing those friendly eyes, Laertes felt a debt. A debt that he owes one day. As a marquise, he was obliged to serve Ophelia.
Every favor has a fair price. Unless you are a family member, as long as you have a ‘goal’ for coming here, if you can’t achieve it, you will eventually be thrown away again.
Ophelia was more beautiful than anyone Laertes had ever seen. However, Ophelia, who looked at herself with her eyes as empty as a grain of glass, sometimes seemed to be out of this world.
There were times when I was laughing, angry, and irritable like children my age, but that was all. Ophelia, who gazed into the air endlessly with deep eyes as if she could not distinguish between light and darkness, was sometimes even creepy.
However, only that was understood. It’s the same thing in not taking human kindness, human hostility, and human emotions ‘for granted’.
It’s hard to understand something like unconditional love.
For Ophelia, human emotions were like food that would make you feel sick if swallowed.
For a young girl who was fed up with even the blind affection of her biological parents, the presence of a ruthless boy who didn’t cross the line was well tolerated.
The relationship between the two wasn’t bad, as neither wanted anything from each other.
Laertes intervened when Ophelia’s behavior became so violent that she thought it was outside the social consensus, and Ophelia followed most of her words.
When Ophelia, who did not listen to anyone, listened to Laertes, others thought that the two of them were closer than anyone else.
Laertes was, for the most part, a conscientious boy who listened well. To be honest, I didn’t feel much emotion whether I was being hostile or favored by others, but I needed a place to be.
Even if it was a favor that was not desperately needed, there was nothing bad about saving it. If he had been badly behaved and had no talent, he would have fallen into a worse place than the Marquis of Windrose.
So Emilia’s existence was strange. It was the first time I had ever seen such a raw, bouncing emotion.
okay. He was confident even though there was no ‘corner to believe’. He cursed, clenched his teeth, and attacked.
why? Aren’t you afraid of being abandoned? Aren’t you afraid of disappearing where you should be?
Emilia was sold for money, and when she heard that she was a kid who was sold for money, she played a game.
At first, Ophelia despised such Emilia. I’m going to flip my stomach over and say something like that, I told Laertes in that way. But that was her mistake.
‘Meet your parents well, you’re hungry and you talk shit like that, is it your job to die? Why don’t other people die? There are children who are not even your age and starve to death!’
As they screamed at Ophelia, they threw out stories they couldn’t even dare to bring out in front of Ophelia, and it didn’t matter whether they were starving or beaten.
okay. It was a favor to tame Emilia, who was like a wild beast. As the nanny Odile began to respond clumsily to the words of Dorothy, a maid her age.
Even after fighting while fighting with the devil to tell her to die, she shouted to Ophelia, ‘Eat me because I feel dirty when I see people skipping meals because I don’t have an appetite!’
Those completely black eyes were amazing. He looked different from others. By itself, it was like a well-polished black, round gem.
The dark eyes that resemble poisonous air are young.
Is it greed? Are you saying that such a thing is greed? Those eyes were the only way to see others as they were.
Even though he harbored such desperate feelings, even though he was angry and swearing at others, his gaze hardly changed.
Laertes was curious about that. If I had eyes like that, would it be possible for me to change the way I feel about other people’s emotions?
Sometimes those eyes shone in different colors when they looked at Laertis. It was like cutting the edge of a rainbow that came up occasionally after rain and coated it with sugar. There was a wick in his eye, and it looked like it was going to burn just by making eye contact.
When Laertes reached out to such a subject, he would decline like a wildcat. In the end, I turned my head to the subject of endlessly coveting.
The emptiness I felt every time I was rejected, I didn’t think it was strange at the time.
Laertes thought that Emilia would eventually ask for something. Like everyone who’s expected something from him, he’s demanding, and if he doesn’t live up to his expectations, he’ll be disappointed.
But even if Emilia asked for something, he couldn’t accept it. He had been promised a seat next to Ophelia.
It was an impossible situation anyway.
you should refuse He thought so casually. So what about those eyes? Will it eventually disappear? Then it would be a pity, I thought so without realizing it.
However, that never happened.
The little girl who ran with Ophelia every day and pulled each other’s hair grew up into a wealthy girl. He treated Laertes casually, as if he had ever had those eyes.
It was as if I had learned to cut off the wick of emotions that burned like a flame in my body and smile like water.
After capturing the emotions that were leaking out as if they were about to explode, he became Ophelia’s best friend. Even Laertes was rude. Indeed, if Laertes had not been watching her all the time, I would have been mistaken.
As if the two enemies, Emilia and Ophelia, became invaluable friends, until the eyes that had been bruised with blood slowly calmed down and finally smiled casually at Laertes Hope.
After the day the petals fell on the coffin of the dead, after they disappeared like a lie.
Laertes Hope had fully realized the reality of what I had lost.

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“Sir Laertes is here?”
Casio Brahmanduff did not arrive at the townhouse until late that night. There was also an invitation from the royal family.
“Yes. I think Sir Laertes was worried about me.”
“You said you got a present?”
Instead of answering, I smiled faintly. Casio saw the amethyst necklace hanging from his neck and whistled faintly.
“I never thought that Sir Laertes would have a knack for choosing gifts for women.”
“Looks like a good gift for Sir Casio.”
Casio Brahmanduff shrugged.
I thought of Kitty who wasn’t here. As long as I’m staying in this house, it’s inevitable that every move I make enter Casio’s ears wherever I go and whatever I do.
Nellie, the maid, or the Countess McGinty, are the maids whom she cherishes. After all, I am the ‘guest’ of this house.
Casio Brahmanduff has been particularly busy these days. At first glance, he seemed to be smiling broadly, saying, ‘It’s a job to please the old men.’
“The date is quite early. Right next week.”
I muttered as I looked at the invitation.
“It’s just a tea party. It is no different except that the Queen and Her Majesty the Queen are together. It’s really unfortunate, because it’s a place that only women can join, so I won’t be able to join.”
“The tea will not taste bad.”
“I’m sorry, Emilia. Am I the only one who offends you?”
“It’d be nice if you only lower your appetite.”
Casio Brahmanduff, the sheep of regret, exaggerated his face and frowned.
I answered as usual and put down the invitation. Whether Casio Brahmanduff stopped Edmund from hitting me in the face or not, I had to stay here for a while.
“You will have to be careful. At this tea party, neither I nor my aunt are present.”

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