It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 2

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A corrupted heroine is overwhelmingly convenient.
#2

What flowed from the crystal sphere was a woman’s voice so languid it could make anyone drowsy.

So drowsy that it sounded like “freshm’n studnts” to everyone’s ears.
The freshmen murmured at the unexpectedly youthful tone.
“Her voice is way too young, isn’t it?”
“That’s strange. I heard the Headmaster is already over a hundred years old.”
“Over a hundred? Come on! How does a person get to be a hundred years old?”
“The point is, they’re not a person!”
“Besides, can the Headmaster really just skip the opening ceremony?”
“Is she absentee headmaster or something?”

The languid voice called out to the freshmen again, drawing out the final word.

“………”
“………”
The area fell silent as a graveyard.

After a soft murmur, the sound of papers rustling across a desk drifted through.

The freshmen looked bewildered at the Headmaster’s attitude, which was anything but welcoming.
But Daisy remained unfazed.
After all, the Headmaster, Searedrid Karcedin, was someone in the original work who took little interest in students.
Once this opening ceremony ended, she would appear again around the time everyone had forgotten her name, committing such absurdities.
“Wow, look at that!”
The freshmen, who had lost focus and begun looking around, turned their awestruck gazes upward.
Following their lead, Daisy lifted her head and spotted the upperclassmen seated in the high-rising stands.
Among them, accustomed to the Headmaster’s antics and chattering amongst themselves, stood out one figure in particular.
Platinum hair gleaming brilliantly, eyes a striking blue.
A man with a face so breathtakingly beautiful it made you gasp, his expression cold and impassive.
It was Daisy’s eldest brother, Kael.
The original work had no illustrations, so if you ask how she knew it was Kael—
“Is that Kael Sableheart? The platinum hair?”
“Yeah! Viscount Sableheart!”
People around her had told her, so she could say that…….
“How can a person be that beautiful……?”
“Do you think we could even talk to him……? Just once……?”
“Why not? They say Kael’s sibling is among this year’s freshmen!”
“What? Really? Where?”
“………”
Daisy pulled the black hood she was still wearing down like a hermit crab retreating into its shell.
Retired from being Cupid. Do not disturb…….
She peered this way and that through the deeply pulled hood, but failed to spot another platinum-haired man who was clearly her second brother.
‘Where’s that punk wandering off to. Acting like some delinquent.’
Tsk, tsk—as Daisy clicked her tongue, a languid exclamation drifted from the communication sphere.

Rustle, rustle.
The Headmaster, flipping through papers rapidly, spoke in an unhurried tone.

The Headmaster ruthlessly decimated the welcome address that the Vice-Headmaster had worked so hard to write, then fell silent for a moment before speaking.

“………”
“………”
Is the Vice-Headmaster crying?
The sound of papers being crumpled came from beyond the communication sphere, and the Headmaster continued.

“Yes, Headmaster.”
Even at the response that sounded like “Yes, m’am,” the Headmaster pressed on without hesitation.

“Yes, understood.”

Click.
The transmission cut out.
The vice-principal’s gaze lingered on the communication device for a moment after he pressed the disconnect button without mercy.
He clearly seemed to be considering whether to smash it.
You could see the thought written all over his face.
But after a moment, as if he’d decided against it, the vice-principal carefully set the device down and spoke.
“……Well then, we shall now proceed with the dormitory assignments.”
The freshmen, who had been dazed for a moment, began to excite themselves again.
“Wow, finally!”
“Will there be a test? Or do we choose for ourselves?”
“Ugh, I kept pestering my brother about how dormitory assignments work here, but he wouldn’t tell me a thing! Such a stingy bastard!”
“Your brother studies here too? Which dormitory?”
“Tiger’s Tower. He’s training to be a royal knight. But I want to go to Raven’s Hall! The magic there seems way cooler, you know?”
“I want to go to the Bee’s Garden.”
“What? Why would you want a place that studies all that tedious administrative work?”
“It’s safe! I absolutely hate getting hurt, okay?”
“Mark my words, that one over there is definitely going to the Horse’s Altar. He’s been praying nonstop since we got here.”
“Oh, me too then! O Divine One, please don’t let it be a test!”
Eldvain Academy’s dormitories were divided by a rather straightforward structure.
Namely, by profession.
Tiger’s Tower, which produced knights.
Raven’s Hall, which produced mages and alchemists.
Bee’s Garden, which produced administrators.
And the Horse’s Altar, which produced priests and holy knights.
Of course, it wasn’t set in stone.
After the foundational courses, the curriculum was determined based on each student’s grades and abilities, and it wasn’t uncommon for mages to graduate from Tiger’s Tower.
But that was a rare occurrence, and generally speaking, the character of the assigned dormitory and its curriculum aligned with what was expected.
“By the way, did you hear? That Dunwich Forest incident…….”
“Yeah! And that lunatic was actually a duchess…….”
Daisy, drawn to the freshmen’s conversation as it shifted to a new topic, recalled the original work.
Dormitory assignments… of course that would come up.
While it was essentially the heart of the entrance ceremony, the dormitory assignment system in the original work had received absolutely brutal criticism online.
And the reason was…….
“The great legacy of Eldvain Academy’s founder, Lord Tigris,”
the vice-principal said, carefully setting something wrapped in black cloth on the podium with solemn movements.
“I now present to you a divine artifact that collects, interprets, and judges the very essence befitting each dormitory from within your minds.”
Then he lifted the covering cloth with a flourish.
It was,
“A helmet?”
An old, weathered bronze helmet that covered the entire head.
“Whoa, I know what that is! It’s Lord Tigris’s magical helmet!”
“I read about it in a book too. They say the moment you put it on, you can see through everything!”
“Wait, what? How does a helmet even do that?”
“Wow, I never thought I’d actually see something like that except in history books…….”
“Don’t tell me we have to wear it ourselves?”
The vice-principal spoke, meeting the freshmen’s expectations.
“When your names are called, come forward and put on this helmet. The helmet will then reveal which dormitory you’ll be staying in.”
“…….”
That was it.
It was clearly the system that made everyone think of a certain Sorting Hat from a certain school of magic.
└Is this a knockoff of Hogwarts? ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└Wow, even for a knockoff, this is way too similar.
└And they changed it to a helmet of all things? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ What difference does a helmet make? ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└Looks like a lawsuit waiting to happen
In the original work, Daisy put on the large helmet and within moments her dormitory assignment was complete.
「〔Raven’s Hall!〕」
And the way it played out was so identical to the Sorting Hat that it had drawn even more mockery online…….
“I shall now call out your names.”
The vice-principal’s voice boomed across the hall.
“Cedric Oskilte!”
A sharp intake of breath sounded from somewhere nearby.
A pale-faced Cedric—that mosquito of a boy—jerked to his feet and made his way stiffly up onto the platform.
“Did you see? He’s gorgeous!”
“And so tall…….”
“His eyes are amber!”
“I hope we get the same dormitory.”
“If only it could be the Bee Garden!”
“No way, look at those shoulders. He’s definitely Tiger’s Tower material!”
Whispers rippled through the cluster of blushing schoolgirls.
Good grief.
Daisy clicked her tongue.
It seemed they needed lessons in critical thinking far more urgently than swordplay or magic.
“But where is he looking?”
“Gasp—is he looking this way? Is it me?!”
When Daisy glanced up at the freshman’s outburst, her mood plummeted.
Cedric’s eyes had found hers.
That wretched, pitiful stare—like he’d lost something precious—grated on her.
So she shaped her lips and mouthed one thing.
‘Stop. Staring.’
Cedric flinched at the message and hastily averted his gaze, then donned the helmet with meek obedience.
—.
—.
No expression was visible inside the visor.
But what happened in there was utterly predictable.
The helmet, having assessed the student’s nature, would deliberate and then assign a dormitory.
Precisely like this.
〔Tiger’s Tower!〕
A resonant shout rang out from within the helmet.
Clap clap clap!
As applause erupted, Cedric removed the helmet—his expression a blend of relief and satisfaction.
‘Just as the story foretold.’
Daisy’s face remained impassive as the thought crossed her mind.
‘A mosquito becomes a royal knight. The end times are truly upon us…….’
In the original narrative, Cedric graduated top of his class from the Knights’ Academy and was specially recruited into the Royal Guard.
The only difference between him and the second-ranked student was a single written assignment score.
And who do you think completed that assignment for him?
Me.
“…….”
Breathe.
Daisy’s eyes squeezed shut as her blood pressure spiked so violently the world blurred.
The vice-principal’s voice rang in her ears.
“Gale Vendermain!”
A boy with short dark blue hair and dusky skin rose from a seat near the platform’s edge.
“Wow, that build is something else.”
“He could take down an orc with his bare hands.”
His frame was so massive it was hard to believe he was the same age as his peers.
Grave and resolute in bearing, he climbed onto the platform in silence.
Without the slightest fuss, he fixed his gaze forward and put on the helmet.
〔The Altar of Horses!〕
The expected result.
After all, Gale Vendermain would one day become a rigid, inflexible paladin with not a shred of pragmatism.
「”It is the High Priest’s command. The guilty cannot leave this place.”
“Gale, please…….”
“I cannot leave.”」
Stubborn fool.
“…….”
Daisy pulled back her hood and kneaded the stiffness from her neck.
If this kept up, wouldn’t I keel over from stress before they even finished assigning dorms?
It was right then that such an idle thought crossed my mind.
“Look at that.”
Behind me came the grating sound of snickering — poke, poke — that set my teeth on edge.
“Daisy Seableheart.”

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