It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 30

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The dark-turned female lead is overwhelmingly comfortable.
#30
Bang!
The student council office door burst open without so much as a knock.
Kaelyun Sablehart, seated at the desk in the center, raised his platinum eyebrows to an angle of distinct displeasure.
“Hey, Kaelyun.”
“How rude. I don’t recall teaching anyone to open doors without knocking or permission.”
“Of course you didn’t.”
Scrape, thud.
The man dragged a chair from the wall and sat down carelessly, propping both feet on Kaelyun’s desk as he spoke.
“The only thing I ever learned from you was how to be disrespectful, so don’t talk about teaching.”
……
Kaelyun’s blue eyes, clear as a summer sky, turned toward the man.
Leaning back against the chair with his upper body tilted at an angle, the man stood slightly taller than Kaelyun, with broad shoulders and the large, rough hands of a seasoned swordsman.
Kaelyun’s gaze swept methodically over him—the white shirt without a necktie, the fine riding breeches, the muddy boots as if he’d just finished training, and the specks of dirt scattered across the desk.
“Improper attire. Five points deducted.”
Whirrrr.
The sound of gears turning echoed suddenly.
The man turned his head toward the noise, spotting the numbers on the tiger emblem etched into the wall panel shift, and his expression twisted into disbelief.
“Have you lost your mind?”
“Improper language. Ten points deducted.”
“Hey!”
“Improper attitude. Fifteen points deducted.”
“You know my dorm is in the same house as yours, right?”
“The student council president shows no favoritism toward any dormitory.”
“Damn it! You’re completely rigid, front and back!”
The man couldn’t hold back his rising irritation and roughly rubbed his short hair.
In the deep, rich light of afternoon, platinum locks identical to Kaelyun’s gleamed and shone.
Kaelyun, observing him with unmoved eyes, opened his mouth.
“So what’s the problem, Chester?”
“Right, of course.”
Chester Sablehart, who had been holding his head after the shock of thirty points vanishing at once, suddenly lifted it.
Eyes of deep, ocean-blue gazed at Kaelyun.
“We have a problem.”
“Tell me.”
Scratch, scratch.
Kaelyun, having long since turned his eyes from Chester and diligently moved his pen over student council documents, answered flatly.
“Daisy’s acting strange.”
……
Snap.
The feather pen that had been moving abruptly froze in place.
“Who’s acting strange?”
“Daisy. Daisy Sablehart. What, you didn’t forget? She entered this year—”
“I’m aware she entered.”
“Fair enough. Even with no interest, you’d know that much. There was all that commotion at the dormitory assignment ceremony.”
Chester clicked his tongue and opened his mouth.
“Out of all the damn dormitories, why’d she have to go to the Bear’s Labyrinth?”
“Improper language—”
“Fine, I get it, damn it, I said I get it! If I don’t curse, you’re happy!”
“You already did. Twenty points deducted.”
Whirrrrrr.
As the sound of gears turning filled his ears, Chester Sablehart felt a moment of regret.
‘What fortune was I hoping for when I came to this cursed student council office?’
But then he shook his head.
This rigid bastard sitting right in front of him needed to know what was going on.
Just how strange Daisy Sablehart had become.
“Anyway, I went to find her after the entrance ceremony ended.”
“Why.”
“What?”
“Why did you go find her?”
“Of course I went to give him a piece of my mind! Damn it, the idiot walked straight into Bear’s Maze! He’s already brought shame on the family, but a filthy dormitory like that—what was he thinking?!”
“Chester.”
“Hell, anyway that’s not the important part… something’s wrong with him.”
Kaerun’s eyes darkened.
“Daisy, he…”
Chester pressed on, his voice grave.
“He won’t even acknowledge me.”
Kaerun fell silent for a moment, then answered in an indifferent tone.
“Sounds normal.”
“I’m not joking!”
“Neither am I.”
“He won’t even look at me!”
“He never looked at you to begin with.”
“No, it’s different!”
Chester Seableheart raised his voice, frustration mounting.
“Before, he couldn’t even manage to look at me! Now he actively refuses to—like I’m a complete stranger to him!”
“You must have misread it, Chester.”
“For God’s sake!”
Chester undid his shirt buttons roughly, as if vexed beyond measure.
Kaerun, regarding the bare, muscled chest visible between the gaping collar with obvious displeasure, clicked his tongue and spoke.
“Improper dress—”
“…”
Chester fastened the buttons back up carefully and continued.
“In any case, something’s genuinely changed with him.”
“Getting upset over being ignored once or twice seems stranger to me.”
Besides, it likely wasn’t even neglect.
Daisy Seableheart barely spoke to either of them except when passing along letters or gifts someone had asked him to deliver—that was the extent of his interaction with them.
He must have misinterpreted Daisy’s frightened silence as deliberate avoidance.
Chester despised Daisy.
More than Kaerun did.
“It’s not just once or twice, damn it.”
But at Chester’s next words, Kaerun’s lips sealed shut.
“He’s come to find me every single day since the day after the entrance ceremony.”
* * *
“…President.”
“…”
“…President.”
“…”
“Student President!”
Kaerun lifted his gaze, cool and sharp, and the student council officer who’d brought the papers faltered, looking bewildered.
“I’m terribly sorry… I called several times, but you didn’t respond…”
“Vance.”
“Y-yes, sir!”
“Mind your sentence endings.”
“Ah, yes, understood!”
“And don’t answer twice.”
“…Understood!”
“What’s the matter?”
“A new club has submitted a registration form, sir.”
Kaerun accepted the papers from Vance and silently cursed himself.
He’d been so lost in thought he hadn’t heard his own name called—that was utterly unlike him.
He couldn’t believe it.
It was all because of Chester. Or rather, Daisy Seableheart.
Ever since Chester’s visit, Kaerun’s mind had been consumed entirely by thoughts of his youngest brother.
Daisy Seableheart.
And the rumors he’d dismissed as too absurd to credit.
He’d brushed them off as nonsense, but now, turning them over in his mind, something felt off.
‘Ah, if it isn’t our pride of Eldvain—the student president himself!’
‘It’s been quite some time, Lord MacDwell.’
‘Has it? Strange—I could swear I saw you not long ago… Ah, that’s right! It must be on account of your brother!’
Suddenly, he recalled what Sir McDowell had said with a satisfied chuckle when they’d met by chance in the corridor.
‘You’ve got real potential. If you train diligently, I’m confident you’ll reach a level of skill that would make the Earl proud.’
‘Thank you.’
At the time, he’d naturally assumed McDowell was speaking of Chester and replied accordingly. But now, thinking back, something felt off.
McDowell oversaw the lower years.
If that were the case, then who had McDowell been referring to…?
‘No, that can’t be right.’
There was no way someone like Daisy could have caught McDowell’s eye.
And potential, no less?
Who would be proud if someone trained diligently?
‘Nonsense.’
Kairun was certain of it.
McDowell must have been mistaken about something.
After all, he had been the first to notice that Daisy possessed no ability whatsoever.
Back then……
“Student council president?”
In that moment, Vance’s voice shattered his reverie.
Rather than answer, Kairun simply handed over the signed documents.
He hadn’t bothered reading the details.
Whatever new club had cropped up was likely just a baking club or some ancient spirit-magic research society—hardly worth his attention.
What troubled him more was,
“Daisy……”
Kairun’s low murmur prompted Vance to ask, confusion written across his face.
“Pardon? Who?”
“Never mind. Once you’ve finished, deliver the signed documents to the vice-principal.”
“Ah, right away, sir? Regarding the club description—”
“Not necessary.”
“Yes, yes! I mean, yes!”
Watching Vance’s hurried figure disappear, Kairun clicked his tongue.
Though Vance served as a fellow student council officer, he was among the types Kairun despised most.
Scattered, timid, weak, dependent.
Much like Daisy Sablehart.
……
In the quiet student council chamber, Kairun sat lost in thought.
As if measuring the gap between the Daisy he knew and the Daisy of the rumors.
After a moment, as if having made a decision, Kairun slowly lifted his head.
His blue eyes gleamed with the sharp edge of a whetted blade.
“…I think I’ll need to verify this for myself.”
* * *
At the very moment Kairun had announced his visit.
……
Professor Abyyad Kutub, a diminutive instructor of basic herbology crowned with an ornate turban, was eagerly gulping down a meticulously brewed cup of red bean tea.
Before him, a student from the second-to-last group was presenting the herbs they had gathered.
“And finally, this is Chesed, an herb used since ancient times to dispel curses!”
……
“Professor?”
“Oh, my apologies. I was lost in thought for a moment.”
“Then let me explain again! This herb since ancient times—”
“That won’t be necessary. That’s a weed.”
“…Pardon?”

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