《The Bad Ending of an Otome》 Chapter 1 - (1) Ophelia Windrose ¡°I, I¡¯d rather die than get sick.¡± She had long eyelashes and was pretty like the heroine. In addition, she had a time limit. I swept her hair instead of answering. It¡¯s more like touching silk than hair. ¡°You know, I don¡¯t want much. I don¡¯t want to live long and die, but I don¡¯t want to be sick.¡± Her voice was calm. I combed her hair instead of answering. There was a rattling sound. Even as her whole body dried up, her hair was glossy. ¡°By the way, neither my parents nor other people tell me to say that. Even if it hurts, ask me to stay with you a little more. You¡¯re so selfish.¡± I looked at her dry lips. ¡°You¡¯re not going to say that to me, are you?¡± Her eyes were black and blue eyes. I answered. ¡°You won¡¯t be mad at me for saying bad things, will you?¡± ¡°Eung.¡± ¡°What would you say if I asked you to kill me?¡± I was silent for a moment. Her eyes were on me like an awl. (P/R: She meant that the sick girl¡¯s eyes were staring and piercing at her like a sharp tool, such as an awl that is used to pierce holes.) ¡°I¡¯ll ask you to wait until we find out which method hurts the least.¡± Her eyes shook. ¡°¡­. Really?¡± ¡°Eung.¡± ¡°You would go to jail for me and get blamed and cursed by others?¡± ¡°You¡¯re more important than those people.¡± She twisted her face like she was crying, and finally laughed. Then, she took my hand. Even though it looked like a dried wood stick, she had beautiful and pretty hands, hands that were different from mine. ¡°Don¡¯t forget me even if others forget everything. Don¡¯t forget to put flowers on my grave every spring.¡± ¡°Eung.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t make friends who are closer than me.¡± My tightly gripped hand hurt, but I didn¡¯t show it. The child smiled faintly. It was always when I looked at her that her pale face smiled like a spring flower. So others were jealous of me. It was funny. Ophelia Windrose, the Marquis¡¯ only daughter, was time-limited and had a tough personality. A maid or a servant couldn¡¯t be placed beside his precious only daughter. It was impossible to have a friend of similar age next to her because of her personality. Because of this, her Marquis couple brought a torn-poor girl of her distant relatives as her guardian. That was me. Ophelia Windrose¡¯s friend, toy, and family. If I was kicked out of the Marquis, I had to go back to the days when I was hungry because I couldn¡¯t even eat moldy bread, so I desperately faced Ophelia. Ophelia was jealous, irritated, and annoyed me for being healthy, but she was a sick child anyway. Even though she¡¯s the only daughter of the noble Marquis, there were few friends of her age who could match up with her temperamental and harsh personality. Marquis and his wife were so busy, that they couldn¡¯t kiss their beloved only daughter good night every day. I was her friend, her world, her family. At this point, it didn¡¯t matter that the world was in a game that I had played at some point in my previous life. She rubbed her feverish forehead against my hand. I stroked her head. ¡°I don¡¯t want to die¡­..¡± It was a sad voice. Ophelia sounded weak only to me. That was her pride. ¡°I¡¯m scared¡­.¡± It was a weak voice like a frightened animal. I felt sorry for the child. I felt sorry for her. A beautiful, noble and rich life like a fresh lily was promised, but it was destined to wither too early. In a very faintly remembered ¡®game,¡¯ she always died early at the beginning of any route. No male protagonist could bring her back to life. She died in vain, and the male protagonists who missed her would one day fall in love with a Baron Young Lady, who resembled her, in the countryside . That was the real beginning. Rather, all the greed and desire that they could not give to the dead lady were poured into the Baron Young Lady. But in ¡®no ending¡¯, there was no end to forget Ophelia and truly love the Baron Young Lady. So she was the heroine. Like a leaf that would soon wither away, it is beautiful even if it is blue and is as breathtaking as a drowned flower. Everyone¡¯s first love. Everyone¡¯s hearts were sore. It was all a daydream. It was funny. I sympathized with Ophelia, but even though I was struggling all my life, I couldn¡¯t get any of the things she had right before her death. After she dies, I¡¯ll probably be kicked out of the Marquis¡¯ manor, so I need to look for a suitable future. ¡°Do you want me to die?¡± Ophelia opened her eyes round. ¡°If you¡¯re scared, do you want me to die with you?¡± The child fell silent. ¡°¡­.Are you serious?¡± ¡°Eung.¡± The Marquis were not philanthropists. When Ophelia dies, I will probably be kicked out of the manor. My parents sold me for money. Not all aristocrats were of the same kind. An aristocrat like me, who barely kept my last name, was not even a wealthy commoner. P/R: she is saying that her status/appearance only amounts to what is described ¨C uneducated and only worth as a companion. She was also my childhood friend and family. I really thought it wouldn¡¯t be so bad. Ophelia shook her head. ¡°I don¡¯t like that.¡± ¡°Why.¡± ¡°It¡¯s a waste. You do everything for me. You wear a lot of pretty clothes¡­¡± Ophelia trailed off the end of her sentence. ¡°I go out a lot, eat a lot of delicious things¡­¡­.. Go horseback riding¡­..¡± Ophelia pinched her fingers one by one. P/R: It meant that Ophelia is counting off things on her hand. ¡°I also wish to have a relationship.¡± I looked down at the fingers. She laughed faintly. ¡°If you bring a weird bastard instead, I will jump up from my grave.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t date because I¡¯m scared.¡± ¡°You must wear a wedding dress, too. I like it. It must be as gorgeous as if you are wearing a skirt full of flowers that bloom in spring.¡± Such a gorgeous dress would not go well with a flat face like me. But I said yes. She laughed red with her heated face. ¡°You have to live happily.¡± Ha-Happiness.. I couldn¡¯t answer. And before the summer of that year, Ophelia died. Chapter 2 Ophelia Windrose died late spring, near the summer. One night, she had insisted that she wanted to see the flowers outside and left the window open, and it resulted in her cold worsening and she had become ill. The disease, which was initially considered insignificant to her, got worse day by day. The fever didn¡¯t go away, and she often had lost consciousness. That month. She died. The funeral was simple. I was dressed black from head to toe and kept still in my seat throughout the funeral. The Marquis hugged the coffin and fainted, while doing so he was dragged away from it. The maids cowered over me, saying that I was a strong woman, keeping still on my seat with a blank expression, not shedding a single tear. Everyone at the funeral glanced at me once. Of those who are dressed solemnly and offer their condolences to the Marquis, the personal acquaintance of Ophelia was not even shedding a tear. It wasn¡¯t that I was completely out of it. Three or Four men in a corner were looking at me with disoriented stern faces. Such looks were shown to me on purpose. Ophelia Windrose was the only child of the Marquis. Knowing that it was of personal greed, the Marquis and his wife called the young men of several noble families to the mansion. Among them were some men who fell in love with Ophelia Windrose despite her unprecedentedly feisty and unkind personality. It could be said that the male protagonists in the ¡®game¡¯ were love targets. They hated me. I had no choice but to acknowledge it. Ophelia Windrose, who was harsh to everyone, had been acting like a cat without claws to me. She only showed that side of her to me. She didn¡¯t even try to hide it, saying, ¡°No matter how many well-known men bend their backs and tries to court me, they¡¯re stupid babies who are attracted to the delicacy of great beauties who will soon die.¡± (T/N Meaning that noblemen will only be attracted to women even though they¡¯ll always end up dying one day.) No, Ophelia Windrose really did hate everyone in the world. Even the Marquis couple considered her quite unpleasant. I was the only exception. And they hated it. Was it humiliating to be pushed back by me, who wasn¡¯t a remarkable beauty, didn¡¯t learn anything, and had no bloodline? Well, she¡¯s gone anyways. Instead of white lilies, I put a bouquet of bright red roses, purple irises, and spring flowers that bloomed like a bunch of pale pink cotton balls on Ophelia¡¯s coffin. It was a flower that was too heterogeneous to be used at a funeral, so everyone¡¯s attention immediately caught on, but no one said anything. Only the Marquess, who barely came had the urge to come to the funeral, the sight of it made her veins become tense and looked at me with glaring red eyes for a while. The eyes of the men who were courting Ophelia also seemed to be staring, but I didn¡¯t care. By the time the priest¡¯s prayers were almost over and the order of the meal was almost over, the Marquess fainted one more time. The Marquis helped his wife in hurry and scrambled inside. The priest, who had already finished praying, excused himself with a cough. The ceremony was already over, but it wasn¡¯t for me. The group of people chatted with each other and headed into the mansion. Those who cared for the deceased Ophelia guided people with gloomy faces. In an instant, outside the empty space, I stood under a large old tree, looking at the coffin. ¡°Well, don¡¯t you think it¡¯s meaningless?¡± It was a very sarcastic voice that spoke out. I turned around. A man with long blue hair was neatly tied down. The pupils of his were reflected through his glasses and looked cold. ¡°Those who don¡¯t care whether they live or die end up carelessly like this, God really does this kind of evil beauty.¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± The man¡¯s face became distorted by my grave answer. ¡°Ha! Do you mean you didn¡¯t care until this moment happened for you? What did she think of you¡­!¡± ¡°Mr. Edmund, I know her mind much better than you do.¡± The man looked miserable. Feeling defeated? Well, it didn¡¯t matter to me either way. I threw a heavily withered lily to the ground. The wind shook my black veil slightly. Thanks to this, I could see the man¡¯s blue eyes look more distorted like cracked glass. Edmund Gloucester. The eldest son of the Count Gloucester family. A type of hyena that won¡¯t cover anything you want, and is a troublesome type of enemy if he aims for you. I remember most of the bad endings in the game¡­¡­ confining the Baron Young-ae, who was set up as a doll, was due to this person. He trapped Baron Young-ae in a room filled with Ophelia¡¯s collections. However, he becomes a hot-tempered man who only covers things related to Ophelia. I think there was a secret behind the birth of this man , which gives you a clue as to why his personality became that way. I couldn¡¯t remember it in detail. Well, it has nothing to do with me anyway. I don¡¯t care about people who look like they¡¯re impatient because they don¡¯t intimidate me every time I see them. ¡°Lady Emilia is right about that.¡± I glanced at the face of the person who intervened with an unwelcome heart. Cassio Bramanderf. A person who can laugh arrogantly at anyone he pleases with his short blond hair, cloudy gray eyes, thin lips, and indifferent eyes. On such a topic, he is a man who speaks like a gentleman. At first glance, He dazzled others with nice hair and a friendly voice like honey, but he was actually the worst type of person. Because he only thought of people as objects. ¡°The person who knows Lady Ophelia best among us is Lady Emilia after all.¡± At first glance, it looks like he¡¯s taking my side, but it¡¯s just a means of making fun of Edmund. That man also doesn¡¯t like me. His grey eyes which looked like they were smiling brushed past me. ¡°Yeah.¡± I was briefly positive. ¡°So can¡¯t we figure out what Lady Emilia¡¯s true feelings are? I don¡¯t seem to care about being an idiot who drives out a lady for the sake of my own feelings. Mr. Gloucester.¡± Edmund Gloucester¡¯s face reddened. A sound of gritting one¡¯s teeth was heard. ¡°Ha! Lord Bramanderf. Are you covering for Lady Emilia? The sun will rise in the west.¡± (T/N: When people say this, they mean that they don¡¯t expect something to happen.) ¡°Because you¡¯re going to be the future Lady Emilia Windrose, there¡¯s nothing you can do about it, no?¡± Ha, I laughed without knowing it. That¡¯s right. People who loved Ophelia can¡¯t be affectionate towards me. Cassio¡¯s words were clearly articulated. He was sarcastic that the reason why I didn¡¯t feel sad at the funeral was because I was going to take over the vacancy after Ophelia died. I answered without hiding my laughter. ¡°That won¡¯t happen.¡± The two men who were roaring at each other stopped in an instant. ¡°I won¡¯t be part of Windrose Family.¡± The laughter disappeared from Cassio Brahminderf¡¯s face, which was smiling. Edmund Gloucester looked surprised. Cassio asked. ¡°What do you mean?¡± I said with a calm face. ¡°Don¡¯t you think it¡¯s odd you don¡¯t see one of the faces you usually see here?¡± Raretis Hope. Originally, if Ophelia had been healthy, the Marquis¡¯ wife would have found her a partner and son-in-law. He was the second son of the Hope family, but his abilities are outstanding, his personality is not bad, and he was a close relative of the Marquis of Windrose. He was another man who had loved and courted Ophelia dearly along with the other two. Cassio looked at me with a stiff face like a statue. It was rare for a man to look like that, who had been shrewd minutes ago. ¡°Maybe the Marquis will adopt Mr. Raretis. That¡¯s fine. He¡¯s a promising knight, a pedigree, and a worthy successor to the Marquis.¡± ¡°What are you talking about now?¡± Gloucester intervened with a frowning face. It was a face that I couldn¡¯t decipher. They probably aren¡¯t bad people, but I didn¡¯t know why. Everyone was a little idiotic when it came to Ophelia. The girl was already dead, and these people were going to run wild, obsessed with the poor rural Young-ae who resembled her. Well, maybe it¡¯s because it¡¯s her funeral today. I thought clearly instead of sighing. If you think of the hate received and faces that you won¡¯t see again in the future, I could at least only show this act of kindness once for now. ¡°I came to the Marquis because she needed a friend close to Ophelia¡¯s age. Ophelia is dead.¡± They looked at me to see why I¡¯m saying that again. I spoke simply. ¡°So now I have to leave the Marquis.¡± For some reason, the two men had surprised expressions plastered on their face. What¡¯s wrong with you all? Do people think I was just a fly when I was next to Ophelia? Chapter 3 ¡°¡­¡­did the Marquis tell you to leave?¡± Cassio asked abruptly. ¡°If you can afford to pay attention to me in the garden after the funeral. I¡¯ll just have to deal with it myself. The Marquis¡¯ wife keeps fainting and waking up, so what time is there to pay attention to the accessories she has attached to her dead daughter? Now that the Marquis¡¯ only daughter is dead, there will be pressure from inside and outside the manor, so they will now be paying attention However, I don¡¯t expect any more attention than before. So I was going to go out on my own while others didn¡¯t care about me. ¡°Ha¡­¡­what the hell¡­¡± Gloucester sighed in an amazing tone. Perhaps because I was a girl who he had thought of me as a witch who watched over Ophelia and was aiming for her position, His reaction was somewhat shaky. Isn¡¯t that something to be happy about? They say they don¡¯t seek the vacancy of Ophelia, whom they loved so much, or think about taking the Marquis¡¯ legacy away. I was a little bit curious, but I decided not to think about it. ¡°Lady Emilia, weren¡¯t you going to be the adopted daughter of the Marquis?¡± Cassio asked again. Why do smart people pretend they don¡¯t know? I shrugged my shoulders. ¡°That¡¯s one of the excuses the Marquis made to soothe Ophelia when she was alive.¡± It¡¯s true. Ophelia and I from childhood fought, reconciled, and played again. It was natural that Ophelia, who lies down for more than half of the day, did not receive a normal education, but I, who lived next to her, also lived a life far from ordinary aristocratic lifestyle. Ophelia seemed to think it was unfair for me to suffer. Of course the Marquis didn¡¯t think much about it, because they were paying for a girl who would have had a hard life like a commoner. Ophelia, who cared and loved me, argued with her parents, and the embarrassed Marquis described me as a caretaker under the guardianship of the Marquis. If I were really a commoner, I would have ended up as a caretaker who was provided money and tuition to live on, but usually a caretaker attached to a minor aristocrat is usually a firm supporter who will pour out loan and godmother-level support. Ophelia and I were like sisters, so we talked about it in that way and comforted her. So it was only then did Ophelia vent her anger. But all those words were just excuses to appease Ophelia. I was well aware of the arrogance, cruelty, and solid closeness of the nobility. Originally, I am a lower class who cannot reach their feet. (T/N: Minor idiom I¡¯m sure you understand it¡¯s meaning.) I was on the far-off side of the Marquis family, so even though it has a little bit of blood, it¡¯s practically a commoner. Well, even if he didn¡¯t make her a foster daughter, there was a high possibility that she would not be exiled. After all, I have been with Ophelia for over ten years in the Marquisate. Even though she was just a practical servant, she was also a distant blood relative, and he wouldn¡¯t do the hard work of spontaneously expelling me, who had stayed till Ophelia¡¯s death. But, in the end, that was it. For the rest of my life, I couldn¡¯t get old and die in the mansion of the marquis. Maybe it¡¯ll be okay while the Marquis are alive, but after Raretis becomes the Marquis, it¡¯s obvious that they¡¯ll be sorry for me. I might marry a low-ranking aristocrat who will save face in moderation, but there was little chance that I would see good things in my situation, such as a good life. ¡°You don¡¯t have to worry. The Marquis doesn¡¯t trust me to be their adopted daughter.¡± ¡°Worried, now¡­..¡± ¡°I don¡¯t have much to do with the Marquis without Ophelia.¡± Gloucester hesitated as if he wanted to say something. He ended up closing my mouth. Cassio was staring at me with a serious face, silent for a long time. I don¡¯t know why everyone thinks that way, but there are other people who could end up being adopted daughters. The¡­ poor girl who¡¯ll appear later, who looks just like Ophelia. Among the game routes was the Marquis wife, who was so sad after losing Ophelia that she became weak from illness, shed tears of emotion at the sight of the young baroness who looked just like Ophelia, and took her as her adopted daughter. Maybe that¡¯s the route that connects Raretis. It was an old memory so it seemed very vague. After being kicked out of the original game as a friend and servant of the heroine Ophelia, The ¡®New Ophelia¡¯ returned brazenly after her sudden death and sat down for dinner in her new home. Then, after the appearance of the baron Young-ae, her eyes were turned over with jealousy, and after doing all kinds of things, it was an obvious ending and she was defeated in some way by those three male candidates. Everyone endured her, who was full of hunger, for one reason that she was ¡°a person who Ophelia was close to her in her life,¡± but eventually punished her terribly when the fact that she was jealous of Ophelia in her lifetime was revealed. This body is now destined to hurt Ophelia. She was now in a position to protect herself, and not to call out for a death flag. ¡°Lady Emilia. What are you going to do in the Marquisate? You¡¯re going back to your family? Society is not easy for a single aristocrat to live alone.¡± Cassio asked me with a face as if he had finished managing his expression. Family, My Family. It¡¯s the most rude thing to ask even though he knew there¡¯s no family for me to go back too. ¡°I have money to live on my own.¡± If you sacrifice your childhood for a noble, you will have enough money to live on for the rest of your life. Ophelia was always anxious to give me a lot of this and that, and to soothe her, the Marquis didn¡¯t get involved in the gifts she gave me. There are some gifts that I received saying ¡®thank you¡¯ for taking care of Ophelia. If you sell some of the accessories I have, you¡¯ll probably be able to buy a small house on the nice outskirts, and if you dispose of the rest, it won¡¯t affect your living life. If you¡¯re not obsessed with dresses and luxurious tea leaves. However, I didn¡¯t want to show my embarrassment in front of these men who seemed to be able to buy a fancy mansion in the middle of the capital for a large sum because they didn¡¯t have much of a small limit So I just glossed over it. Gloucester said suddenly. ¡°If you leave the marquis, it will be difficult to catch a good marriage? Aren¡¯t you too optimistic about your situation? Your just as laid back as when she was alive¡­¡­.¡± ¡°There¡¯s a lot that the Marquis have done for me in return for being with Ophelia. They don¡¯t have don¡¯t have to deal with me anymore.¡± ¡°Eh, that¡¯s what you say, and later¡­¡± Gloucester stuttered. It was as if I had something I wanted to say, but it caught my throat and seemed to repeat only the other sounds. I stared at him. I¡¯m not sure what¡¯s the problem with the author who was sarcastic about me being dead instead of Ophelia earlier? ¡°No, I¡¯m not coming back. I¡¯m not here to be the Marquis¡¯s Adopted Daughter.¡± ¡°You didn¡¯t like Raretis, did you?¡± Cassio suddenly threw an unexpected hit. I stiffened for a moment, then laughed. ¡°What the hell are you talking about? Mr. Raretis is her prospective fiance and heir to the Marquis of the future, so he¡¯s courteous.¡± And out of the three, he was the most polite person to me. I swallowed. Sometimes I was amused. Handsome, polite. It was mostly because of Ophelia, but he sometimes cared about me. Maybe it¡¯s because I¡¯m a relative and Marquis¡¯ best-supported candidate for Ophelia, but I¡¯ve been in and out of the mansion the most, so I¡¯ve seen him since I was young. When Ophelia was sick and lying in bed, she often spent time with me. I¡¯m a woman too, It would be a lie if I wasn¡¯t excited about such a situation, But well, that¡¯s all in the end now. I wasn¡¯t hungry enough to drool over something that wasn¡¯t mine, and I couldn¡¯t afford it. Because I had Ophelia. Cassio looked at my face as if he was reading my expression. I shrugged my shoulders ¡°And what, if you have a heart? I know he liked Ophelia, and now he¡¯s the successor to the Marquis. It wouldn¡¯t look good for me.¡± Everyone liked Ophelia. It was the same when she was being as feisty as an angry cat. She was pretty. She was pretty even when she was sweating a lot and talking nonsense. (T/N: Can¡¯t relate.) Even if she was annoyed as if she hated everyone in the world, everyone didn¡¯t think any less of her. The more they did, the more she was fed up with the people around her.. Those three men also liked Ophelia. I couldn¡¯t spend a long time because of her picky personality, but she kept coming to me and sending me presents. I was sometimes jealous, compassionate and sympathetic of Ophelia. I dared to think like that in my own way, Ophelia had everything I didn¡¯t have except health. Parents who love only her devotedly, beautiful as if she were blessed by God. The name of a well-known family. Wealth. Even many men confess their love to her despite her limited time. They were all things I didn¡¯t have. So I sometimes hated her. She was like a princess of tragedy in a fairy tale and I was like a kitchen maid next to her. But in the end, I was the only one true,y by her side. So I didn¡¯t really hate those men who loved her. I know I¡¯m twisted because I can¡¯t forget her forever. Cassio¡¯s face was subtle. His expression was near to that of a round ball. So I expected things to seem fine. Despite feeling a little embarrassed realizing that it was not of a round ball but one of a round hedgehog with pointed spikes. (T/N: Underneath his calm expression it might be hiding his true thoughts and feelings.) I hit the target while I was hesitating. ¡°If you have nothing more to say, I¡¯ll be on my way.¡± Gloucester hesitated and nodded. Cassio also had a serious face, but he didn¡¯t stop her. I was thinking of saying another greeting and turned away without saying anything. Since when were they this close? Were they always like this? Those people always kept me in check because of their jealousy on how close I was with Ophelia. I teased them in return. Such personalities matched. Even if the child died, not all the memories and memories disappeared. The mansion was as silent as death. As if the funeral wasn¡¯t over. Chapter 4 The Residence was in a rush.2 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. ¡°¡­¡­are you all right? Aren¡¯t you tired? Do you want me to bring you soup? I smiled very faintly. ¡°Thanks for your concern.¡± I spoke such empty words, Knowing that I wasn¡¯t okay. I didn¡¯t cry. Ophelia was in much pain. At first, I prayed to Ophelia to get better quickly, but at the last minute, I begged God to let her go without pain. If her periods of struggles in pain had been longer than this, I would have been seriously contemplating how to make her comfortable without being seen by others. Fortunately, everything was over before that. That was it. Seeing Ophelia in the coffin, I think It was best. Ophelia, beautiful, clean, neat as ever. My friend was as calm and beautiful as if she were asleep. I put my woven flower crown on top of her silky hair. The Marquis¡¯ wife struggled with the coffin and the flower crown collapsed, leaving some flowers scattered, but that was fine. I see. That¡¯s the end. I just seemed to have been blankly thinking so. It¡¯s really over now. You don¡¯t have to hold on any longer. I knew my destiny and others foretold. Even before I came to the Marquis¡¯s mansion. The memory of my past life was faint, but it was still quite helpful to me. I chose not to be jealous of Ophelia and follow the story, but to be her friend. But it was painful in its own way. She knew she couldn¡¯t live long. Shall we die together? What I asked was my sincerity. I liked her. That¡¯s why any man would think that she¡¯s not completely gone. Even if She didn¡¯t feel the same way I liked her, I didn¡¯t really think about what I wanted to do or dream of a hopeful future after she died. This world has always made me feel down and anxious to enjoy a bare picnic in gloomy weather full of dark clouds. I don¡¯t know when the reality will come. As cold as raindrops, but I don¡¯t have an umbrella, and I feel anxious while being hit by the wind that makes the skirt flow. And eventually the end came. It rained, and the picnic was over. There is no longer a need to see men who will be unhappy with her in the future, nor worry about her. I no longer have to suffer recklessly imagining the end of the young woman. It¡¯s over. I¡¯ll go out of this luxurious mansion that doesn¡¯t fit me and have my own ending. I opened my door. And I laid down on the bed as if I were falling down. I thought about whether I should change my black mourning clothes, but I didn¡¯t want to and I didn¡¯t have the energy to do that. I never thought it would be this hard, but as soon as I laid down, I realized that my body was incredibly heavy. As soon as I closed my eyes, the snowstorm came. I feel into a heavy sleep as if I were falling under a deep, deep lake. * * * ¡®Cassio is here again.¡¯ Ophelia squealed from her mouth. I took the dandelion leaves off her mouth. ¡®Don¡¯t eat the flowers.¡¯ ¡®If he comes again, I¡¯ll tell you to dump cold water on him.¡¯ I threw away the yellow petals carefully. Laying light cloth over the Marquis¡¯ spacious garden, Ophelia laid on top of it. Her white calf was revealed at the end of her light green dress shook like a butterfly. Since I informed her that some of the flowers are edible, Ophelia has sometimes asked for petals like that. ¡®Why do you hate Mr. Cassio so much?¡¯ ¡®Bad Luck.¡¯ Ophelia spattered grass leaves mixed with saliva. I chuckled. ¡®I don¡¯t like his eyes. Especially the way he looks at you.¡¯ I took out the cookies in the basket that the maid had packed and grabbed them. There was a crunchy sound. ¡®Why are you looking at me? Because I¡¯m close to her, because you¡¯re jealous of me.¡¯ ¡®That¡¯s selfish. I like you now. That¡¯s why I¡¯m going to spend a short time with him. He¡¯s being selfish without understanding our relationship.¡¯ Even if she lived her life in her bed, Her cleverness did not seem to disappear. Ophelia leaned her head against my hand that handed over cookies. I felt soft hair falling on me. ¡®If not, what else are you completely mistaking for?¡¯ Ophelia¡¯s voice spread out as clearly as if she was throwing a stone over a pool of water. * * * When I opened my eyes, my whole body was sweating. I just woke up alone, the room I awoke in was unfamiliar. Ophelia was lonely, so I would always sleep next to her. Even when I had a fever and she didn¡¯t, I stood by her. ¡®Sometimes I wish you and I were twins.¡¯ Ophelia whispered to me like that and shook my head the next moment. ¡®But I don¡¯t want you to get sick because of the disease. I¡¯m the only one who should be sick.¡¯ Whenever She said that, She hugged me and patted me. ¡®We are still close. Or bloodline might be far, but we are still related, and I don¡¯t carry your disease.¡¯ Whenever that conversation happened, Ophelia laughed. ¡°¡­¡­ ¡° I woke up and took a deep breath. There was only one black dress because it was urgently prepared. But I didn¡¯t want to change. The Formal Funeral Event had already ended yesterday, but I didn¡¯t want to admit it yet. It was my own selfish stubbornness. My legs trembled. I raised my body because I felt like I should at least eat.