It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 15

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A corrupted protagonist with overwhelming convenience.
#15
Whoosh!
Janet drew something with her finger, and a great flame burst forth from the candle of the student sitting at the very front.
“Everyone’s wondered about this at least once since birth.”
……
“That strange thing drifting through the air.”
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“What exactly is it?”
……
“That’s mana.”
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“Draw it in and use it. That’s all.”
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Snap.
Janet flicked her finger once, and the candle went out in an instant.
The fervor of study that had filled Mage Hall Six died along with it.
In the gloomy silence, Daisy found herself thinking.
This was why geniuses shouldn’t teach.
‘How can you not do this?’ she thought. They repeated that infuriating refrain a million times over, breeding a million incompetent mages as a result.
Janet opened her mouth irritably, as though the matter wasn’t her concern.
“No one’s answering? Your entire dormitory will——”
The threat of another deduction hung in the air.
To avert the catastrophe, one of the first-year students cried out desperately.
“That’s right! It’s s-simple!”
“What is?”
“Huh?”
The follow-up question came as a sharp sound, spoken by the student who hadn’t thought ahead.
“What’s simple about it?”
“S-sensing m-mana is……”
“Is it? Then let’s see just how simple you can make it.”
Janet offered a beautiful smile across her handsome face.
But not a single first-year student looked at it with admiration.
They had instinctively grasped the truth.
That wasn’t a smile.
It was the face of a demon.
“From now on, each of you will use mana to light the candle in front of you. Whichever student takes the longest to ignite theirs loses their dormitory one hundred points.”
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Absolute lunatic.
A genuinely absolute lunatic.
And so Janet Hower’s nickname—”absolute lunatic”—naturally passed down through the generations without a single word of explanation needed from the seniors.
It was truly a most regrettable affair.
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“If I lose a hundred points, will the dorm supervisor kill me?”
“Obviously.”
“You’re talking like you won’t die?”
“Obviously. I’ll light mine faster than you.”
“What are you saying?”
“Hey, both of you shut up! I can’t concentrate!”
“Can you light it if you concentrate?”
“What are you saying?”
The first-year students, watching the professor’s expression nervously, scraped at one another to avoid coming in last.
‘Finally!’
Lydia Penmarch, a first-year from the Raven House, struggled to cool the flush of excitement burning in her cheeks.
The moment she had long awaited had finally arrived.
On the very day her acceptance to Eldvine Academy came through.
Lydia Penmarch had learned how to manipulate mana from a mage working under her father.
‘We must inform you that preliminary study is strictly forbidden for all Eldvine Academy first-year students.’
That was what the acceptance letter stated, but Lydia dismissed it with a scoff.
‘Who’s so stupid that they’d skip pre-studying just because pre-studying’s forbidden?’
Of course, she could outpace anyone without it—Lydia Penmarc was certain of that—but she wanted something more.
To succeed perfectly from the very first lesson and have every eye in the room on her.
‘Lydia, you’re incredible! Meanwhile, I…….’
The thought of that idiot Daisy looking downcast, mumbling like that, made her spirits soar even higher.
Yes, that was the true Daisy Seableheart she knew.
‘At the entrance ceremony, she must have been half out of her mind too.’
She clearly hadn’t heard the voice coming from behind because she was nervous.
The timing of dodging her shoulder had been the same.
‘Oh, my shoelace came undone.’
Stupid Daisy Seableheart couldn’t possibly have seen through her deliberately.
‘S-sorry……! I didn’t know you were coming. Are—are you okay?!’
Daisy always panicked like an idiot and apologized first whenever their shoulders collided.
The timing must have simply aligned by coincidence.
‘Well, I can settle that score eventually.’
Lydia’s bright blue eyes drifted toward Daisy, sitting alone in the corner.
Her platinum hair hung limp and unkempt, those large, dopey-looking green eyes, and her tightly pressed lips all caught the light unfavorably.
That aggravating face looked troubled about something as Lydia observed her.
Hmph, as if anything she worried over would matter.
Lydia let out a scoff.
No amount of brooding would change anything.
It would be Lydia Penmarc who lit the candle first.
She turned her head back toward the candle placed before her.
She could feel her classmates sitting on either side watching her with eager eyes.
She exhaled softly.
Lydia began drawing out threads of mana as fine as silk from the air, just as she’d practiced beforehand.
Once she gathered this and brought it to the candle, the flame would ignite.
Then admiration would pour in from all around.
It was at that moment, as Lydia concentrated on gathering her insufficient mana, brimming with hope—
Bang!
An ear-splitting explosion shattered Lydia’s concentration in an instant.
“Ahhh!”
“W-what was that?!”
Billows of smoke rose thickly around the new students clutching their ears in fright.
As Janet waved her hand irritably, the smoke cleared away in moments, revealing tangled, singed brown hair.
A small face covered in soot, framed by large, pale blue eyes that blinked repeatedly.
“Milo Everett.”
Janet, staring at the shattered beeswax candle and the charred desk, clicked her tongue and flicked her fingers.
Snap.
The area was instantly cleaned up.
“How rowdy. That’s ten points deducted from House Bear’s Labyrinth.”
At Janet’s words, the new students around Milo Everett burst into snickering.
“She really did blow it up.”
“Milo Everett? Isn’t she the one who destroyed that mansion?”
“Her own family disowned her too, I heard.”
“What? Then how’d she even get in here?”
“She got a scholarship, supposedly.”
“Her? That can’t be right.”
“She shouldn’t be taking classes—she should be quarantined somewhere.”
“Exactly. What if she actually hurt someone?”
She hasn’t hurt anyone…….
A faint whisper came from Milo Everett, but no one was listening.
It was then.
“Professor.”
A voice from the back of the classroom drew everyone’s attention.
And as she turned to look, Lydia was caught off guard.
Impossibly, Daisy Seableheart had her hand raised.
‘Has she lost her mind…….’
It was a sight she couldn’t believe even as she watched it.
That Daisy Seableheart raising her hand to ask a question?
And to a mad archmage at that — someone who looked like they’d deduct fifty points while cursing the student for even daring to ask a question?
Lydia couldn’t hide her confusion.
She didn’t realize Daisy was thinking something similar.
‘God, I’ve lost it…….’
If she was being honest, Daisy hadn’t wanted to do this either.
Raising her hand, calling on the professor, drawing everyone’s eyes to herself?
For someone who’d resolved to graduate quietly and peacefully from the academy, there was no worse action than this.
But why had she done it anyway?
Daisy’s gaze drifted to the puppy.
It hadn’t done anything wrong, yet its drooping head was hard to bear.
Well… she really did have something she wanted to ask.
“What is it?”
Janet Hoer asked, bored.
“How do you sense mana, Professor?”
That was it.
Daisy had chosen between ‘staying quiet and losing a hundred points’ and ‘asking a question and lighting a candle,’ and she’d picked the latter.
A student asking a professor a question?
It would draw attention in the moment, sure, but it was still a natural thing.
But losing a hundred points on day one of admission, turning your dormitory score negative from the start?
It would be a miracle if it didn’t become legend in the academy’s history.
The professor answered the question flatly.
“Well.”
Of course, it was the answer she’d expected.
Daisy pressed further, more respectfully.
“Thank you for your guidance. But how exactly would one ‘well’ sense mana, Professor?”
At that question, the professor fixed Daisy with yellow eyes.
So Daisy met his gaze without flinching.
Well, why not—she was heading to the Magic Tower in a month anyway.
“…….”
“…….”
And the freshmen briefly wondered if you held a candle between them, would it light from the friction.
“I said ‘well.'”
It was a rude and insincere answer.
But Daisy knew these types very well.
People who lived for their own cleverness.
There was only one way to handle them.
“Ah, Professor…….”
As Daisy let out a deep sigh, the professor’s sharp brows twitched upward.
The freshmen swallowed nervously in turn.
What was she about to say……?
“You’re absolutely right, sir.”
Right about what.
“I’m truly a foolish, ignorant little freshman who understands nothing.”
No, he never said it that harshly…….
Janet Hoer, who had suddenly become the one making personal attacks on a freshman, wore a displeased expression.
But Daisy didn’t give him time to protest.
“So I really don’t understand what exactly this ‘well’ means, but! If Your Esteemed Professor would deign to bestow his noble wisdom upon this ignorant freshman, I would regard it as a debt of gratitude for life, and with a heart to repay it, I shall devote myself to training and become a magnificent mage in the future, and…….”
For people who lived for their own cleverness, the best strategy was to grovel.
In her past life, Daisy had defeated an irritating department head and a section chief whose specialty was snide remarks using exactly this method.
“…….”
Daisy didn’t know it.
Lunatic.
That Janet Hoer, struck speechless by the torrent of soulless drivel pouring from the girl’s mouth, was thinking this.
She’s a real lunatic.
A lunatic recognized by a lunatic continued working her mouth without pause, watching the professor’s expression for signs.
It’s working, isn’t it!

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