It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 17

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A female lead who’s turned to darkness is overwhelmingly comfortable.
#17
Chapter 5. Rumor
“Hey, did you hear? One of the magic classrooms exploded.”
“What? Really? Which one?”
“What was the number? It was single digits, I think…….”
After a lovely lunch hour spent eavesdropping on students’ chatter from a corner by herself, Daisy attended Foundation Herbalism.
The squat herbalism professor, who believed with absolute certainty that students only paid attention during his lectures, held aloft a tome nearly the size of his own body——and spoke.
‘Next class we’ll conduct field collection practice. Be sure to memorize the herbs listed from page twelve to page two hundred twenty-eight.’
Two hundred… how many pages?
Daisy accepted the book—so massive it bordered on the colossal—and despair seized her the moment she flipped open to page fifty-three.
‘What on earth is Cacterbelliopsnum Lumzeglworst…….’
‘An excellent question! Cacterbelliopsnum Lumzeglworst is a fern-family plant that dwells in shade, and serves as a fundamental ingredient for medicines that prevent mana runaway…….’
‘…….’
O divine providence.
Daisy offered up an urgent prayer, leaving the lecture cascading past her.
Since you’ve granted me this possession, wouldn’t it be nice to throw in a decent memory as well?
Of course, no answer came.
And so Daisy did what any ordinary student might do.
She took notes.
Damn it.
But Cacterbelliopsnum Lumzeglworst was nothing compared to what followed.
Foundation Administration that came next was so tedious she couldn’t even take notes.
“Cough.”
Daisy jolted upright in the empty classroom as dusk settled like watercolor across the windows, suddenly aware that Foundation Administration had ended.
“…….”
She sheepishly wiped the drool mark left on the desk and rose from her seat.
To make excuses on Daisy’s behalf, there was nothing she could do about it.
A lecture droned in monotone by a professor with snow-white hair was little different from sleep-inducing ASMR.
Though it might have stung that no one woke her before leaving, Daisy felt oddly satisfied.
“Being alone is really the best.”
Walking through the empty corridor felt quite pleasant.
It seemed as though no crisis or incident would ever come her way again.
With light steps, Daisy arrived at the Bear’s Labyrinth and thrust open its firmly shut doors.
Ow, dazzling!
Shielding her eyes from the chandelier light that poured from the gaudy hall—a sight that startled her each time—Daisy strode in without hesitation.
Someone rose from the sofa.
With her eyes half-shaded by her hand, Daisy could see only the boy’s shoes.
“Ah, you’ve finally returned.”
The boy’s voice dripped with mockery.
There was nothing strange about it.
This was the Bear’s Labyrinth, a place brimming with all manner of petty villains.
It was hardly surprising that more than one student here harbored a grudge against its residents.
Though not against me, of course.
Without so much as a glance behind, Daisy headed toward the dormitory entrance.
To live quietly, peacefully, without standing out, the wisest course was to avoid getting caught between feuding parties.
“I heard you’ve been assigned to the Bear’s Labyrinth. Ha, as if.”
Assigned?
This first-year student had earned a grudge in less than a day?
Daisy’s pace quickened.
If a first-year had already earned enemies, she needed to steer clear even more.
Getting familiar with a face now could mean trouble later if they pretended to know her.
“If Father heard about this, he’d be outraged,”
Bang, thud.
Daisy opened the door to her room deep within the labyrinth, slipped inside, and shut it firmly behind her.
And so she never heard it.
The boy’s parting words.
“……Daisy Sable, what’s the deal.”
The upper-year student, who had been muttering with swaggering bravado, suddenly lifted his head.
With his carelessly loosened tie, wrinkled shirt, and academy uniform jacket draped across broad shoulders, he cut a decidedly delinquent figure.
The boy with short platinum blonde hair and blue eyes stared at the firmly shut door, his expression clouded with incredulity and disbelief.
“Did he just… ignore me……?”
Slip.
The school jacket slid limply from the boy’s shoulders as he muttered in disbelief.
The red name tag pinned to the jacket’s chest gleamed in the dazzling light of the chandelier.
‘Chester Sablehart’
The name written on the tag.
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The next morning, the bed beside hers in the dormitory remained empty.
Since all freshmen were assigned to share rooms in pairs, her roommate was clearly still somewhere in the unknown.
Daisy briefly indulged in imagining her room-mate eviscerating Gregory Zansa out of sheer spite.
It would have made for an excellent villain moment.
‘I shouldn’t acknowledge them when they come back.’
Having changed into her training clothes, Daisy headed for the practice grounds.
Today’s first class was .
“Welcome, my name is Dorian Mcdowell. You may address me as Sir Mcdowell.”
Sir Mcdowell, who taught basic swordsmanship, had short graying brown hair, a height that approached two meters, and musculature that inspired involuntary admiration at the mere sight of it.
Daisy stared fixedly at forearms as thick as her own waist and quickly arrived at a conclusion.
Swordsmanship… is not my path.
After all, there was no way a frail twenty-first century office worker whose daily exercise limit was five thousand steps could possibly wield a sword.
Moreover, the original Daisy had been equally terrible at swordsmanship.
She’d had the theory down perfectly, but her body simply wouldn’t cooperate.
In fact, her thorough grasp of swordsmanship theory was entirely due to doing that mosquito-sized pest’s homework…….
Crunch.
“Ow.”
Daisy discovered the quill pen crushed into a misshapen wreck in her hand and clicked her tongue.
Made from feathers, it seemed to have poor durability.
Daisy tossed the broken quill carelessly into her bag and looked up.
At that moment, Sir Mcdowell was withdrawing a book on swordsmanship theory from his belt.
“Everyone, turn to page three hundred ninety-seven.”
Thinking it rather theoretical for a class conducted in training clothes on the practice grounds, Daisy opened to page three hundred ninety-seven.
Exactly halfway through the book, page three hundred ninety-seven contained a detailed description with illustrations of defensive stances to counter sudden attacks.
Right, defense is the best offense.
It was just as Daisy was mulling this over.
“Follow along.”
Sir Mcdowell, holding the open book, spoke.
The bewildered freshmen gripped their books, following his lead.
“Hup!”
Rip!
With a sharp cry, Sir Mcdowell tore the thick hardcover book cleanly in half.
“In my class, there is no theory.”
Ah, right.
The original plot suddenly came back to Daisy, and she closed her mouth with a look of despair.
This professor had hated Daisy Sablehart.
The reason, incidentally, was ‘obnoxiously perfect at theory, which only annoyed him more.’
“From now on, anyone who opens a book during my class will be treated like this one.”
Sir Mcdowell, who’d casually uttered a threat of tearing people apart, looked around at the pale freshmen and continued.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Get to it.”
“…….”
“…….”
How were they supposed to do that.
It was precisely as the panicked freshmen stared at their brand new books—so stiff they could barely be crumpled, let alone torn—that the sound came.
Rrip!
The sound of a book being torn echoed from somewhere.
A boy with sand-colored hair and an attractive face was tearing his book in two with all his might.
He hadn’t managed it as cleanly as the professor, but the thick book was still gradually splitting apart.
“Excellent. What is your name?”
“S-Sedric Oskilte, sir!”
“Good, Sedric. Continue.”
“Yes, sir!”
The mosquito brat, his face flushed from exerting all his strength, flashed a brilliant smile and began pressing harder again.
“…….”
That loathsome little wretch.
Acting all virtuous just for the professor.
Daisy, who had been regarding the mosquito brat with tepid disdain, suddenly turned her head at the murmur of the new students.
“Did you just see that?”
“That’s insane…….”
There stood a tall boy with hair black as ebony and eyes the color of ash.
Holding a book that had been torn cleanly in half without a sound.
Professor MacDowell, upon discovering the sight, showed little surprise and opened his mouth.
“Ah, young Arderon, it is you. I taught your father once. A truly magnificent knight he was.”
“…….”
Felix Arderon, rude as befitted a future villain, offered no reply.
But Professor MacDowell seemed not to mind.
“Your father was a man of few words too. You’re the spitting image of him.”
Professor MacDowell, smiling contentedly, then abruptly shifted and shouted.
“Now then, what are you all doing? Tear the books already! Get to it!”
“Yes, yes!”
The students, answering urgently, each began tearing their books with all their might.
For the most part, they clutched small portions and tore repeatedly.
Professor MacDowell observed this with displeasure, though he soon seemed satisfied with mere tearing and said nothing further.
‘There’s not a single normal teacher in this place.’
A mad academy.
Daisy, clicking her tongue inwardly, looked down at her own hands clutching the book.
Compared to Professor MacDowell, Arderon, or even the mosquito brat, her hands looked small and fragile.
Sudden curiosity gripped her.
Was it truly that difficult to tear?
It was the moment Daisy was about to apply a bit more force.
“Do it that way and you’ll hurt your hand.”
A voice both honeyed and somehow cloying drifted from over her shoulder.
Daisy, turning her head toward the speaker, found herself blurting out almost involuntarily.
“For fuck’s sake.”
Standing there was Jern Blight, her theoretical ex-husband.

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