The Bad Ending of a Otome Game

(4) Denial of her Death

The Residence was in a rush.

The guests who were worried about the fainting Marquis' wife also hurried before long, and the maids trembled.

I sat in an empty drawing room. A nervous maid came and spoke briefly.

Most of the guests went back, and afterwards, they seemed to be tired of trying to appease the tiresome Marquis.

Looking after his wife, who cried and fainted and woke up again, seemed to be a reoccurring issue that would probably end up in the tabloids.

Raretis.

A promising Noble. A relative of the Marquis' wife, a man who was friendly, and has the trust of the Windrose couple.

Ophelia looked at the man who was courting her as if he were a bug, but among them, Raretis was inevitably showing a softer attitude.

If Ophelia was like a fairy tale princess, Raretis was a fairy tale knight.

I was drowning in my thoughts while drinking the slightly astringent black tea that the maid had served.

When should I go out? Right now, the market is impossible. But it's not a good thing to endure long.

In this mansion, Ophelia was absolutely on my side. Even the marquis couldn't treat me carelessly.

However, Ophelia is dead and I am now subjugating the Marquis for no reason.

Since the years that have been spent by the Marquis have been long, half of the people who understand me and the other half of the people who criticize me if I don't shed a tear.

However, technically speaking, she is not even a daughter of a Marquis, but it is not easy to imitate her by sticking to him.

I mean the truth, there have been quite a few people who have disapproved of me.

Ophelia was an angel and a sore sight to everyone, and such people were dissatisfied with her blind embrace of me, my appearance and status.

In particular, it was especially true of maids and young children of low-ranking noble families.

I've been sold for money, but I'm lucky to be the same age as Ophelia. Emilia, who monopolized all kinds of privileges.

People who think that if they had a chance, they would have become close to Ophelia. People who were jealous of everything I enjoyed.

But in truth, it was Ophelia, not me, that they were truly jealous of.

Ophelia's beauty, background, love, and power. However, I cannot blame Ophelia, who is beautiful, pitiful and lovely, so I removed the missing accessories next to her.
(T/N: Accessories as in missing traits.)

Maybe they're feeling sad by now. Finally the time has come to realize my purpose, I put down the empty teacup and slowly climbed up toward my room.

The faces of the bustling servants were all gloomy. A familiar-faced maid walked with her tray and she stopped.

"Miss Emilia, Where are you going?"

"In my room. How is your husband?"

"All right. Sir Raretis is next to you, so you can relax."

"Then I'll go in."

"Well...."

The Maid Hesitated.

Sally had a cute expression.

Her braided short hair, and her freckles were clear at the tip of my nose.