The Otome Game's Bad Ending - Chapter 2
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Ophelia Windrose died at the end of spring, right before summer started.
She left her window open one night so she could look at the flowers, but then she got a cold that turned into a fever.
What was first thought to be a small illness got worse as time went on. Her fever never went away, and she often passed out. She died after a month of this. Her funeral wasn’t anything special. I stood watch, dressed in black from head to toe. The Marchioness, who was her mother, was so devastated that she passed out while holding the body and had to be led away.
The girls talked about me behind my back, calling me a cruel woman because I stood with a blank face and didn’t cry. Everyone at the funeral looked at me every now and then. Only a few of the people who came to pay respects to the Marquis were close to Ophelia.
It wasn’t like there was no one there. A few guys with serious expressions stood in the corner. I tried not to look at them on purpose.
Ophelia Windrose was the Marquis’s family’s only child. Even though the Marquis and Marchioness knew what they wanted, they brought suitors from different houses to their home.
They want Raretis as Ophelia’s partner.
Some of them fell in love with Ophelia Windrose, despite the fact that she was always rude and mean.
In a ‘game,’ they could be called the ‘male leads’ and the ‘targets.’
They all didn’t like me. They were stuck though. Ophelia Windrose was rude to everyone else, but when she was around me, she acted like a cat without its claws.
No matter how good-looking the men who courted her were, she didn’t laugh at the weak creatures who were drawn to her because she was a great beauty who was about to die. In fact, Ophelia Windrose didn’t like anyone in the whole world. Even her father and mother, the Marquis and Marchioness, she doesn’t like. I was the only one who she didn’t hate.
They didn’t like that. Did they think it was embarrassing to be passed over for someone like me, who wasn’t especially pretty, smart, or from a good family? Well, no matter what happened, it’s all over now.
I put a bouquet of deep red roses, purple irises, and pale pink tufts of growing spring flowers on Ophelia’s coffin instead of white lilies. They didn’t belong at a funeral at all, and everyone looked at me for a moment, but no one said anything.
The Marchioness was so upset that she could barely make it to the service. She gave me a quick, red-eyed look before turning away. It looked like the guys who were interested in Ophelia were also looking at me, but I didn’t care.
When the priest was almost done praying and the service was almost over, the Marchioness passed out again. The Marquis ran to help his wife and brought her inside quickly. When he was done praying, the priest took a strange step back.
The ceremony had pretty much come to an end.
As people moved into the house, they started to spread out and talk to each other. The maids who had taken care of Ophelia before she died led the guests with sad faces. I was outside by myself under a big oak tree, which was now completely empty, and I was just looking at the coffin.
“Seriously, don’t you think this is a waste of time?”
The voice was full of irony. I changed my mind. A man with long, blue hair that is nicely tied back. His eyes looked icy cold through his round glasses.
“It doesn’t matter if someone lives or dies, but God always insists on this kind of morbid fun.”
The man’s face scrunched up when I didn’t care what he said.
“Ha! You still don’t feel anything? She thought of you, after all!”
“I promise you, Mr. Edmund, I know how she felt much better than you do.”
The man looked really sad. A feeling of failure? Perhaps. It didn’t matter to me either way.
I put the dead lily on the ground. My black cover moved slightly as the wind blew. Because of that, I could see his blue eyes better, even though they looked like they were smashed.
Edmund Gloucester. He was the eldest son of Count Gloucester.
A type of hyena who would do anything to get what he wanted and would be a pain to fight. The game is… I remember that most of the bad ends where the player character was locked up happened on his route.
He put the young lady in a room full of Ophelia’s things and locked the door. But he only got crazy and angry when it came to things that had to do with Ophelia.
I think one of the bad endings gave a hint as to why he was the way he was, like an exaggerated family secret about his birth. But I couldn’t remember the details.
I don’t care because it’s not connected to me anyways. I can’t stand it when someone keeps looking at me with anger because he can’t have it at me.
“I can see that Lady Emilia is right.”
I looked at the person who said something that wasn’t needed.
Cassio Brahamdorff. A man with short blonde hair, cloudy grey eyes, thin lips, and uninterested eyes who knew how to give a condescending smile. He still spoke like a gentleman, though.
At first look, people were drawn to him because of his honey-like hair and friendly voice, but he was the worst. He didn’t think of people as anything but things.
“Out of all of us, Lady Emilia is the one who knew Lady Ophelia the best.”
Even though it looked like he was on my side, it was just a way to make fun of Edmund. This man didn’t like me, either. His dark eyes, which were hidden by a smile, brushed by me.
I quickly agreed.
“So, we shouldn’t try to guess what Lady Emilia’s true feelings might be, should we? Forcing a lady to deal with her own feelings is kind of rude, isn’t it? Mr. Edmund, you’re not very thoughtful.”
The color went out of Edmund Gloucester’s face. I heard the sound of his teeth grinding.
“Ha! Sir Cassio, are you really defending Lady Emilia? The sun must be rising in the west.”
“Well, she’s going to be called Lady Emilia Windrose in the future, so I can’t really help it, can I?”
I gave a small chuckle. So, there you have it. People who liked Ophelia can’t be nice to me.
Cassio’s words were right on the mark. He was making a joke about how I wasn’t sad at the funeral because I was going to replace Ophelia after she died. I didn’t try to hide the fact that I was laughing as I answered.
“That’s not necessary.”
Both men stopped growling at each other all of a sudden.
“There’s no way I’ll join the family of Marquis Windrose.”
Cassio Brahamdorff, who was bragging, couldn’t keep a smile on his face. Edmund Gloucester looked like he was shocked. Cassio told me,
“What exactly do you mean by that?”
I said with a cool expression,
“Don’t you think that a face we used to see a lot around here is missing?”
If Ophelia had been healthy, the Marchioness would have picked him as Ophelia’s real fiancé and future son-in-law.
He is the second son of the Hope family, but he is special, has a good personality, and is related to the Windrose family. He was also interested in Ophelia at the same time as the two guys who were fighting here.
Cassio stared at me with a face that was as hard as a rock. A man who was always smart and smooth rarely looked like this.
“I think the Marchioness will take Mr. Raretis in as her son. That’s fine. He’s a good knight with a good bloodline, so he’s a good choice to take over the family.”
“What exactly are you talking about right now?”
Edmund cut in with a scowl on his face. His face showed that he didn’t get it. I don’t know why they’re acting like this since they’re not stupid. When it comes to Ophelia, they’ve all done some stupid things.
Even though she’s already dead, these people want to become obsessed with a poor country girl who looks just like her.
Well, maybe they are more like that because it’s her funeral. I didn’t sigh; instead, I spoke up. I could afford to be kind because I knew I wouldn’t see these people again.
“I came to the Marquis family because they needed a friend about Ophelia’s age, but Ophelia is dead.”
They looked at me like they wanted to know why I kept telling them things they already knew. I just said,
“So, I guess I should leave the family now.”
Both men looked shocked for some reason. What would cause that? The people who thought I was like a fly that was stuck to Ophelia?
“…Did the Marquis tell you to leave?”
Cassio asked out of the blue.
“Do you think the Marquis has time to care about me when he just finished her funeral? I have to take care of it myself.”
Since the Marchioness keeps passing out and waking up, when would she have time to worry about an item she gave to her daughter before she died?
Now that the only daughter of the family has died, there will be pressure from both inside and outside the family on the new Marchioness, which she will have to deal with. She wouldn’t be able to care about both of us.
So I planned to leave by myself when no one was looking at me.
“Hah… What the…”
Edmund let out a surprised sigh.
Maybe he was acting like he didn’t care because he had been thinking of me as a witch who eats Ophelia and wants her place.
Shouldn’t he be happy instead?
I was going to move away quietly, without wanting the open place of Ophelia, whom they all loved so much, or plotting to steal the family’s wealth. I thought it was a little odd, but I chose not to worry about it.
“Weren’t you going to be the Marquis family’s foster daughter, Lady Emilia?”
Cassio once more asked. Why does someone so smart act like they don’t know? I gave a shoulder shrug.
“That was one of the things the Marchioness told Ophelia when she was alive to make her feel better.”
That’s right. As kids, Ophelia and I fought a lot, made up, and played together again. Since Ophelia spent more than half of her day in bed, it made sense that she couldn’t get a regular education. Because I was connected to her, I also didn’t live like a normal noble girl.
It seemed like Ophelia thought what I was going through was unfair. Even so, the Marquis and Marchioness, who lived like regular people, probably didn’t think much of it when they bought a young girl out of a hard life and gave her a job.
Ophelia, who cared about and loved me, talked to her parents about me. The Marquis and Marchioness were embarrassed and told Ophelia that I was a child in their care.
If I had been a commoner, they would have given me money to live and go to school as a guardian, but the word “guardian” is usually used for young lords and means someone who sticks by them and supports them like a father or mother.
So, they told Ophelia that she and I were almost sisters, and the Marquis and Marchioness said things like that to make her feel better. Ophelia finally calmed down after that. That’s what happened. But all of those words were just ways to make Ophelia feel better.
No one knew as much as I did. The Marquis and Marchioness were neither bad nor good. They would do anything for their only daughter, Ophelia, but they weren’t stupid enough to think that a shell like me would make up for the loss of their only child.
No matter how nice they were to me because of Ophelia, it’s over now. I’ve heard a lot about how proud, cruel, and very exclusive the great lords are.
In the original plan, I was part of a lower class that couldn’t even stand up. Even though I’m related to her family by blood, I’m pretty much a commoner.
Well, even if they didn’t take me in as their foster daughter, they probably wouldn’t throw me out. After all, I’ve been in the family with Ophelia for more than 10 years. I was also a distant cousin with a little bit of mixed blood. They wouldn’t be evil enough to kick me out on their own, since I was with her until she died.
But it was just that. I couldn’t be a guest in the family’s home for a lifetime and grow old there. It might be okay while the Marquis and Marchioness are still living, but it’s clear that Raretis won’t like me once he’s the Marquis. He might set up a marriage between me and a low-ranking lord for show, but there wasn’t much chance of a good result in my case, which was about as useful as a pretty but useless quince.
“Don’t worry. Why would the Marquis and Marchioness take me in as a foster daughter if they didn’t trust me?”
“Don’t worry, right now…”
“Without Ophelia, I don’t care much about the house either.”
Edmund looked like he wasn’t sure what to say, but he finally shut his mouth. After a long quiet, Cassio looked at me with a serious face. I don’t know why everyone thinks that, but the one who will become a foster daughter is not the one everyone thinks it is.
This means… A sad young woman from a baron family who will show up later and looks a lot like Ophelia.
In one of the game paths, the Marchioness was so upset about losing Ophelia that she got sick. When she saw that young baroness who looked just like Ophelia, she was moved to tears and took her in as a foster daughter. I think that was the way to Raretis. It had been so long that the memory was kind of fuzzy.
In fact, in the original game, Emilia was a friend and worker of the main character, Ophelia. She was kicked out, but after Ophelia died, she went back to the family as a guest.
After that young baroness showed up, she was jealous and did all kinds of things. Eventually, the three male lead candidates got rid of her in some way.
Everyone put up with her arrogance because she was ‘someone close to Ophelia in her life,’ but when they found out she had messed with Ophelia because she was jealous, they lost all of their respect for her.
I’m still here because I watched over Ophelia until she died and stayed until the funeral.
“Lady Emilia, when you leave the ducal house, what are you going to do? Are you going back to your family? It’s not easy for an unmarried noble lady to live alone in society.”
Cassio asked me with a calm face, as if he was done trying to control how he looked. Family again. Even though he knows I don’t have a “family to return to,” he still asks me that question.
“I have enough money to be able to live on my own.”
If I stop acting like a girl, I’ll have enough money to live for the rest of my life. Ophelia always wanted to give me a lot of things, and the Marquis and Marchioness didn’t get in the way of the gifts she gave me to make her happy. I also have some things that people gave me to thank me for caring for Ophelia.
If I sell a few pieces of gold I have, I should be able to buy a small house on the edge of town. If I get rid of the rest, I should be fine for the rest of my life. That is, if I don’t get attached to things like clothes, good tea leaves, or jewels.
But I didn’t want to show these men how poor I was because they seemed to have enough money to buy a beautiful house in the middle of the capital city completely. So, I kind of shrugged it off.
Edmund suddenly spoke.
“Leaving the Marquis’s house, wouldn’t it be hard to find a good marriage prospect? Aren’t you too optimistic about your situation? As if you can afford to act like you did when she was alive…”
“The Marquis and Marchioness have already given me a lot for staying by Ophelia’s side for so long. I don’t need any more of that.”
“But, while you’re saying that, later on…”
Edmund stammered. He kept saying the same words, but it looked like he was trying to say something else but couldn’t. I was looking at him.
What could this guy, who just said he thought I should have died instead of Ophelia, be unhappy about now?
“I’m not coming back. Why would I go back to the Marquis’s house when Ophelia isn’t there?”
“Didn’t you like Raretis?”
Cassio threw a fastball out of the blue. I froze for a second, and then I laughed.