“……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.