It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 22

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A corrupted female lead is overwhelmingly convenient.
#22
Chapter 7. Spicy Chicken
Daisy blinked slowly as she woke.
The familiar landscape of her room had changed.
The first thing she noticed was the carpet near the entrance—completely ruined.
An unidentifiable viscous substance, dirt, and stone dust traced a path across the floor, leaving dark streaks in their wake.
The trail led first to the area near Daisy’s bed.
There were clear signs of pacing, as if someone had been deliberating about something.
‘Were they trying to wake me?’
With that detached thought, Daisy traced the streaks again with her eyes.
The trail ended near the opposite bed.
A pair of shoes lay discarded at that point.
The overturned shoes were just as much of a wreck as the carpet.
The new leather still gleamed, but it was covered in scratches.
And the sole was scuffed from running—badly.
A few paces away from the shoes lay a school uniform jacket.
…….
Daisy found herself wondering if the owner of that jacket had fought a polar bear from the Seamyr Forest.
The claw marks raked across the fabric looked that vicious.
Daisy’s gaze slowly traveled upward along the bed.
And…….
“Sableheart.”
Bang.
Monica Raouli burst through the door at that exact moment.
Monica, her long glossy purple hair crowned with an obsidian headband, opened her mouth.
“The dorm supervisor said to gather in the common room…….”
The door closed again.
Monica had shut the door hurriedly; her eyes darted back and forth between the opposite bed, Daisy, and then back to the opposite bed again.
“Daisy Sableheart.”
Monica’s expression turned grave as understanding dawned on her.
“Did you kill them?”
“As if.”
* * *
Fortunately, the corpse was breathing.
Daisy and Monica examined the body—or what they’d mistaken for one—sprawled half across the bed.
The mistake was understandable.
It was covered from head to toe in what looked like blood—dark stains.
On closer inspection, it was indeed blood.
Just not human blood.
“It’s Demon Roach blood.”
“Demon… what?”
“Demon Roach—that arthropod that can expand and shrink its body at will. You saw it in the Labyrinth.”
Ah, Mr. Gregor Samsa.
So that’s the unnecessarily convincing name you went by…….
“Demon Roach blood is black, you see.”
“So what your roommate’s covered in right now is the blood of a 180-centimeter cockroach.”
“More or less.”
…….
…….
After a moment of silence, both of them stepped back a pace.
The thought of cockroach blood made maintaining distance seem wise.
“Looks like quite the fierce fight.”
Daisy bent slightly from a distance to observe her roommate, speaking quietly.
One sleeve of their shirt had been torn away as if ripped by force.
The tattered skirt bore layers of unidentifiable stains, and they were wearing only one sock.
Most striking of all was what they gripped in their hand while sleeping like the dead.
A cudgel.
The cudgel was drenched in viscous fluid and blood, studded with several nails at the end, clumps of something hanging from the tips.
They bore a strong resemblance to chunks of flesh.
“…….”
Daisy found herself thinking.
The newcomers to Bear’s Labyrinth became villains the moment they entered, poisoned by their immersion in the maze itself.
But what of someone who’d been trapped in that same maze for four days straight?
‘Perhaps… the greatest villain Bear’s Labyrinth has ever produced…….’
Her matted hair was soaked with blood, its true color lost to view.
Finally, Daisy came to a decision.
For now… she’d pretend not to know.
“The dorm supervisor said to gather in the living room?”
“Yeah.”
“Got it. I’ll get ready and be right out.”
Daisy said this while gesturing toward the door with her eyes.
It was a clear message: wash up and change clothes, then leave.
Yet strangely, Monica didn’t go. She lingered near Daisy, pacing.
“Raoul?”
“…….”
Monica, who hadn’t answered Daisy’s call, glanced once more at her roommate still sprawled on the bed, then opened her mouth.
“Will you two get close?”
“What?”
“Your roommate just arrived. Are you two going to get close?”
It was a question whose intention Daisy couldn’t quite grasp.
But the answer came easily enough.
“No.”
Daisy spoke with finality.
“I told you already. I have no intention of getting close to anyone.”
Least of all a roommate who’d spent four days fermenting in the maze, destined to become the greatest villain of them all…….
She didn’t say that part aloud.
Yet strangely, Monica seemed deeply satisfied by the answer.
“That works, then.”
Nodding with evident approval, Monica left a parting remark—”Come out quickly”—and slipped from the room.
“……In any case, that was odd.”
Daisy murmured softly as she headed into the bathroom, unaware of what she didn’t see.
Twitch.
A finger on the hand of the roommate sprawled on the bed had just moved.
* * *
“I have an announcement to make,” Sparkle said.
Sparkle spoke.
Her long white hair, braided neatly and flowing past her waist, seemed to shine with unusual brilliance today.
Goodness, it was blinding.
While several students, including Daisy, squinted against the glare, Sparkle continued with gravity.
“Someone attacked a professor with a book last night and fled.”
“My goodness.”
“That’s insane.”
“A professor? How?”
The first-year students of Bear’s Labyrinth—not yet villainous enough to strike down a professor with a book—murmured in shock.
Daisy joined in the murmuring.
‘Wow, who’d do something like that? Talk about completely unhinged…….’
“In any case, let’s make sure nothing like that happens here at Bear’s Labyrinth again.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The first-year students answered in unison.
Sparkle, gazing at them with affection, clapped her hands together and spoke.
“Now then, let’s have breakfast and begin an exciting day! Oh, and Daisy?”
At the sudden mention of her name, Daisy jumped and lifted her head.
The other first-year students also looked startled, their eyes darting between Daisy and Sparkle.
Sparkle’s beautiful face, shining so brightly it seemed to radiate light itself, broke into a smile.
“I heard the news yesterday! You aced the Basic Swordsmanship Theory exam—remarkable! Apparently Professor McDowell was so overjoyed yesterday that he forgot to submit the score until this morning, when he awarded Bear’s Labyrinth 20 points. Everyone, let’s applaud! Be happy for her!”
“…….”
Clap, clap, clap, clap…….
As applause washed over her and dozens of gazes fixed upon her like arrows, Daisy had a thought.
I’m really not happy about this at all.
* * *
The banquet hall was awash with noise, crowded with students eager for breakfast.
Yet even in that chaos, one figure commanded attention.
“Lydia, hi!”
“Penmarche!”
To the greetings streaming from all directions, Lydia swept back her luxuriant pink hair and answered with an enchanting smile.
“Did you just see her?”
“She’s really beautiful…….”
She’d heard so many cascading compliments that she could have grown tired of them.
But Lydia always savored these moments.
Each time, it made abundantly clear that she occupied a place no one could easily reach.
“Ugh, how annoying.”
“Everyone just wants to act friendly the moment they see Lydia. It’s ridiculous.”
The two girls flanking her on either side—like attendants—spoke in turn.
Mel and Frisia.
They were as tedious in appearance and temperament as their names suggested.
Yet Lydia bestowed her enchanting smile upon them with perfect impartiality.
It was only natural.
They were useful.
‘Though Nora was certainly more entertaining.’
Even if she looked equally dull, Nora Spence had at least been worth keeping around.
But Lydia quickly shook her head, casting the thought aside.
Useful or not, she would have no reason to spend time with Nora Spence anymore.
A lowborn baron’s daughter she might have tolerated, but the Labyrinth of the Bear—that was utterly unacceptable.
‘Strange that we haven’t crossed paths once until now. Well, she’s probably ashamed anyway.’
Lydia let out a scoff, set down her fork, and asked a question.
“Frisia, what’s the schedule for today?”
Since she still couldn’t tell the two apart, she simply glanced vaguely into the air, and the girl with sky-blue hair on her left answered.
“Our first class is basic magic… huh?”
Frisia tilted her head in confusion.
“The location’s changed?”
“What?”
Lydia pulled out her schedule to check, and indeed, the venue for the basic magic class had been altered.
(1st Period 9:00 — 12:00)
Basic Magic, Professor Janet Hoer
Mage Tower Outdoor Training Ground
“They want us to gather at the outdoor training ground, not Room 6.”
Frisia said so.
“The outdoor training ground?”
Sudden clarity struck Lydia, and her head snapped up.
“I see.”
The first lesson had been lighting a candle.
Then the second would naturally be…?
Amplification, of course.
This time, instead of a candle, they’d surely be lighting a campfire or something similar.
But with her current mana, igniting a campfire would still be beyond her reach.
So then…….
“Mel, Frisia.”
Lydia spoke with a brilliant smile.
“I’ll teach you how to gather mana.”
“Really? You will?”
Mel asked in surprise.
“Wait, didn’t you say you succeeded by chance before?”
Frisia asked brightly.
Had she?
The girls had kept asking, and she’d tossed off some vague answer—or so she seemed to recall.
“I studied a bit. I think I’m ready to teach you now.”
“Wow, that’s amazing, Lydia! I managed to light a candle last time, but I have no idea how I actually did it.”
Frisia gushed with admiration.
Mel looked faintly skeptical, but Lydia paid her no mind.
Everything will unfold exactly as I wish it to.
Once again, she would be the first to strike the spark.
* * *
Lydia and her two companions entered the outdoor training grounds with confident strides, all preparations complete before the class could begin.
Utterly unprepared for what was about to unfold.

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