It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 27

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A villainous female lead is overwhelmingly convenient
#27
“…….”
“…….”
Daisy and Felix gazed in opposite directions, their silence thick and deliberate.
In magic class or swordplay, she hadn’t been shunned quite this severely.
Herbal studies attracted quieter students, it seemed—the moment they saw the black badge, fear flickered across their faces visibly.
After a couple of awkward failed attempts at forming a group, Daisy gave up the effort.
Let them sort themselves out.
But curiosity got the better of her, and she went to see what Felix was doing.
‘…….’
Felix Arderon stood in his corner like a proper villain, guarding his ground with the dignity of a minister holding court.
What steadfast conviction that man possessed.
Within a two-meter radius of where he stood, not a single ant dared venture—the space was pristine.
‘…….’
Daisy moved quietly to a spot 1.5 meters away from him.
There was no other reason for it.
If her own two-meter radius was going to be equally empty anyway, wouldn’t it be less awkward to have at least one other person standing within it?
Swish.
Felix turned his gaze toward her, his eyebrow twitching slightly before he fixed his stare forward again.
Even if you don’t like it, just endure it, you wretched man.
I didn’t want this either.
“What should I do with these two…….”
The professor, whose compact frame belied his gravity, stroked his chin in serious contemplation.
‘Please, just let us work together!’
Daisy prayed silently.
She had no intention of being a pushover, but if her group partner was this era’s greatest villain-in-training, she’d be willing to play the fool for this one class period.
Instead of dragging around four useless group members, she’d only have to manage one.
Or rather, she wouldn’t even need to manage him.
After all, Felix Arderon would likely do nothing at all.
In other words, she’d have the chance to do all the work solo without getting zero credit.
“Then these two should…….”
Please!
“……join that group of three over there!”
Damn it.
Daisy looked in the direction the professor pointed.
Three students who’d been standing at the back trying to stay invisible shuffled forward with expressions of despair.
Two blue badges, one yellow badge.
‘I don’t like this either, you wretches.’
She clicked her tongue, checking her new teammates’ badges, when her lips curved upward ever so slightly.
Well, well.
What’s she doing here?
* * *
A fair-skinned, pretty young woman with reddish-brown hair braided atop her head wore a blue badge on her chest.
Anemone Miller.
The very person who’d used Daisy like a personal gardener throughout herbal studies class and nearly sent her to the brink of death.
「”Oh, look over there. Isn’t that an herb?”」
Whenever Anemone spotted an herb in the grass, she’d make Daisy dig it up for her.
The first time, she’d phrased it this way.
「”Sorry, Daisy. My ankle’s been acting up—could you dig up that herb for me?”
“Sure.”」
The second time, she’d said it like this.
「”Daisy, dig up that herb for me.”
“Sure.”」
By the third time, there was no need for words.
Daisy simply dug it up for her without being asked.
That was how she’d ended up digging up a poisonous plant.
As it happened, Anemone had been the one to find that poisonous herb too.
Claiming it looked like an herb.
“Well then, since everyone’s sorted into groups now, shall we head out to forage? Collect ten different types of herbs by four o’clock this afternoon. And don’t forget to share the herb names and their properties so you can memorize them.”
“Yes!”
The students answered eagerly and set off in unison toward the Seymour Forest.
All that remained were the herbalism professor waving after them,
“Oh my, why isn’t this group heading out?”
and five students standing like statues.
* * *
……
……
The entrance to the forest was silent.
Daisy surveyed the faces of those who had become her teammates.
First, there was Anemone Miller.
She wore an expression of undisguised frustration at her predicament.
Understandably so—left to shoulder the two stragglers from Bear’s Labyrinth when they couldn’t recruit another member.
Miller Trading Company, operated by Anemone’s father, was quite a renowned establishment.
Thanks to that, Anemone had surely been raised like a princess there, but here she was nothing more than a merchant’s daughter—no more, no less.
The nobility ignored her, and the commoners despised her haughty air.
‘In all that, she’d managed to snag one useful puppet.’
From Anemone’s perspective, a well-behaved countess’s daughter was like a pumpkin that had rolled in unplucked from the vine—ready to be used.
A way to fill her pride and exploit as needed.
Beside Anemone stood another female student with the same blue badge, gazing off in some direction.
She seemed to have a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
‘Jessica Bonne? What on earth is she staring at……’
Following Jessica’s gaze, Daisy turned her head and caught sight of Felix’s face, wind-swept and cool, then clicked her tongue.
‘Before teaching herbalism, we need to teach her how to judge character……’
Shaking her head as if pitying them, Daisy finally checked the face of the one bringing up the rear.
A boy with disheveled olive-brown hair and thick, oversized glasses.
He wasn’t particularly tall, and his school uniform hung on him as loosely as Daisy’s did.
‘Boris Hegel.’
The moment Daisy confirmed the boy’s name written on the yellow badge, she turned back—
“Look over there.”
Anemone spoke up.
“That’s Semon!”
“Semon?”
“Yes, an herb good for soothing coughs. It tastes sweet, so it’s perfect for adding to children’s cold remedies.”
“Wow, Anemone, how do you know all that?”
“Well, if you’re going to inherit a trading company, this much is basic knowledge.”
Anemone answered Jessica’s admiring question with visible pride.
“Though, I wouldn’t know about hothouse flowers, I suppose.”
As she said this, Anemone’s gaze drifted pointedly in one direction.
……
Who—me?
Daisy found it absurd.
A hothouse flower, no less.
Nothing about it fit.
For one, Daisy had never had a hothouse, and Kwon Do-yo was no flower.
Still, she didn’t bother correcting her.
Because Anemone Miller had broken into a full smile directed right at her.
“Daisy?”
Her voice was remarkably kind.
Kind enough to touch the heart of someone who didn’t know better.
“By the way, is it okay if I call you Daisy? We’re the same year, after all.”
Anemone spoke to the newly met Daisy as though they were close friends.
And before Daisy could even answer, she asked this:
“Daisy! Could you dig up the herb I found for me?”
……
Anemone had no doubt that Daisy would nod in agreement.
It wasn’t simply because she’d heard rumors about Daisy.
‘You can tell just by looking at her face.’
Those large eyes, soft and tender.
That naive, downturned gaze.
Cheeks flushed with favor, warming to a pleasant pink.
Timid red lips trembling softly.
Anemone was certain of it.
She would make an easy mark.
True to a merchant’s daughter, Anemone’s talent for spotting exploitable people was quite refined.
In the original story, Anemone had caught Daisy in exactly this kind of trap and worked her without resistance.
Throughout the herbology class, she’d kept her delicate hands pristine and unmarked while still earning top marks.
And she intended to do the same again this time.
If only Daisy were really Daisy.
“No.”
“Thank you— what?”
Anemone, who had expected obedience and was already preparing an insincere show of gratitude, snapped her head up.
“I don’t want to.”
“……You, you don’t want to?”
“Right. Why should I?”
The Daisy who answered wore the same face as before.
Yet something was subtly different.
Those large eyes—now Anemone saw them clearly—flashed with a keen, piercing light.
The once-innocent gaze had sharpened abruptly; the flushed cheeks now looked resolute; the timid lips had drawn into a firm, unwavering line.
“You found them. You dig them up yourself.”
Herself?
Anemone’s eyes drifted toward the herbs she had spotted.
Rain had fallen the day before, and the soil remained damp and visibly grimy.
The thought of dirt staining her hands—which she’d had manicured so recently—filled her with horror.
And worse, small insects were crawling about in the vicinity.
She couldn’t possibly bring herself to touch such things, not if the heavens themselves fell.
“Daisy, please…….”
Anemone spoke in a trembling voice.
“I actually injured my leg during sword class…….”
Some might feel that eliciting sympathy was beneath their dignity, but Anemone thought differently.
Her father had always said that using every tool at hand was the quickest path to becoming a true merchant lord.
Surely she wouldn’t refuse under these circumstances?
Even if Daisy Seabler Heart weren’t the softhearted person rumor made her out to be, she would have no choice but to help with three people watching.
Three sets of eyes fixed on her, after all.
“Sigh…….”
Just as expected, Daisy let out a deep breath.
Then came the sound of footsteps.
Anemone lifted her head, suddenly confident.
She was definitely going to collect the herbs…….
“What, what is it?”
Anemone froze when she found Daisy standing directly in front of her.
“Listen carefully, Anemone Miller.”
Anemone had no idea.
“Is this some kind of joke to you?”
That there existed within Daisy Seabler Heart the spirit of an obstinate old curmudgeon.

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