It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 37

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The female lead going dark is overwhelmingly convenient.
#37
“Huh?”
Startled by the sudden outburst, Daisy responded in a voice that cracked with surprise.
What was so unusual about it?
Could it be… did she actually know what this was?
“A black bird with the appearance of a sparrow. I’ve never seen this species before.”
Ah, that.
Daisy let out a breath of relief.
At least she hadn’t seen her in her wolf form.
“Could it be… a new species?”
In response to Daisy’s question, the headmaster’s expression grew ambiguous as she spoke.
“Hmm, I’m not certain. In all my years, a summoning ritual has never produced a wholly new species even once.”
Gulp.
Daisy swallowed hard, her throat dry with tension.
The sparrow watching her gulped in turn, mimicking the motion.
“Even so…”
The headmaster, who had been lost in thought, lifted her head.
“Now that I think about it, while not entirely new, there have been peculiar cases from time to time. One of the graduates from two years back summoned an albino platypus, and the sight of its pure white, long, broad bill was quite remarkable…”
“Eek!”
That was when it happened.
Daisy, who had been listening quietly to the headmaster’s words, suddenly stretched out and seized the black sparrow’s small beak.
“Good… gracious…”
The startled headmaster clutched her heaving chest and opened her mouth.
“What… what is it?”
“I’m… I’m terribly sorry. My summoned creature was… it was trying to eat a teacup!”
“Ah, I see.”
The headmaster nodded as if she understood completely.
“Young summoned creatures that have only recently come into the world do tend to get up to mischief. A summoned creature develops based on how diligently its master polishes and refines it. In other words, if you wish to have a clever summoned creature, you must study hard.”
The headmaster delivered a suitably headmaster-like admonition and continued.
“At any rate, I believe I’ve heard enough from Miss Sableheart for now. I’ll need to hear more once Master Arderon awakens.”
Gulp.
Daisy swallowed dryly without meaning to.
She had no idea how much of what happened Felix Arderon actually remembered.
‘Surely he didn’t see everything…?’
It was just as Daisy frowned and began to rise slowly from her seat.
“Ah, and one more thing.”
The headmaster spoke as if remembering something just then.
“All of this will be reported to Count Sableheart.”
Oh, right. Count Sableheart… wait, to whom?!
“Pardon?!”
At Daisy’s shocked question, the headmaster replied with an expression asking why she was so surprised.
“Well, since such a serious incident has occurred, Miss Sableheart’s father must be informed as well.”
“No, no, it wasn’t really a serious matter. I’m not injured anywhere!”
“Even so, it is proper protocol to report such matters to one’s parents. Since you have been entrusted to our care, the school has a duty to fulfill its obligations.”
“But…”
Though you’d hardly call me precious—on orientation day, under the pretense of guiding new students to the dormitory, the school locked all the Bear Labyrinth freshmen in an underground dungeon with some crazed giant and the unhinged Gregor…
It was then.
As if sensing the words about to spill from Daisy’s lips, the headmaster suddenly stood up, checking her bare wrist where no watch sat.
“My goodness, is it already so late!”
“All of a sudden?”
“In any case, you’ve had a trying day. Let me congratulate you once more on receiving such a fine gift.”
“Like this?”
The headmaster snapped her fingers sharply, and the space around Daisy began to waver.
A strange, lurching sensation—as if the ground beneath her were dropping away—swept over her, familiar and disorienting.
It was a displacement spell.
“Take care, then!”
“Wait, please! Couldn’t we skip reporting this to my father? It would really be a problem… Headmaster! Headmaster?! Headmas…!”
The moment her distorted vision straightened.
Daisy felt her feet touching solid ground beneath her.
So this place was.
A shower stall.
In her room.
The meaning was unmistakable.
‘Go wash yourself.’
“Fine.”
Daisy exhaled a short sigh and slowly lowered her gaze to her summoned creature.
It still hung from her hand, its beak clamped shut.
[Squeak.]
The black platypus made a strange sound through its firmly closed beak.
“…….”
Daisy slowly uncurled her hand.
And there, in her palm—
“What exactly are you?”
—was the bill of a platypus.
[Squawk.]
The broad bill opened, emitting its characteristic eerie cry.
* * *
The butler of the Sablehart household smoothed back his snowy white hair, every strand meticulously combed with pomade, once more.
Then, with a hand clad in spotless white gloves, he plucked a withered flower from the vase.
Next, after arranging the vase to pristine perfection, he stopped a maid bearing tea for the Count to verify that the teacup was positioned correctly.
Then, turning his gaze to the window to check the movements of the gardeners, he called over a small errand boy and said something to him.
The boy, scurrying off at once, would relay the message that the right side of the tree required another inch of trimming.
The butler, famous for his meticulous and exacting standards, did not hurry down the stairs carelessly.
He verified that no dust had accumulated on the banister where the Count’s hand would rest, and carefully examined the carpet spread across the floor for any risen edges.
Once he descended to the first floor, the maids assigned to the staircase exhaled in relief.
Finally, the butler’s destination was the silver tray set beside the front entrance.
There lay letters and telegrams delivered early that morning, along with newspapers.
The butler first arranged the newspapers in neat order, then proceeded to check the letters and telegrams.
Most were ball invitations, and the recipients were, unsurprisingly, almost exclusively the young Count, Kaelon Sablehart.
The young master, who would graduate from the Academy next year, was always a source of pride for the butler.
Perfect grades.
Perfect relationships with his peers.
And even the perfect role as a prospective bridegroom.
He was truly a successor perfectly suited to this flawless Sablehart household.
The butler, nodding with satisfaction, suddenly discovered an invitation addressed to the second young master and frowned.
“Dear me, another one.”
Somehow word had spread at the Academy, and every invitation sent to the second young master was disreputable beyond measure.
The butler typically used such invitations as kindling.
Yet he had heard more than once that the second young master had actually attended those balls.
‘Still, he shall become a fine knight nonetheless.’
The butler smiled with satisfaction upon reading the telegram from the second young master requesting: ‘My blade has dulled; please send a new one.’
No matter how things looked, it was clear they were all dedicating themselves earnestly to Academy life.
Which meant…….
“…….”
All except one.
Daisy Sablehart.
A child utterly unfit for the Sablehart household, absolutely worthless.
The butler, recalling the timid and gloomy child, clicked his tongue involuntarily.
At least, being a girl, she could be disposed of through marriage—there was that small mercy.
She was a blemish on the proud noble house.
‘Still, at least with her at the Academy, I need not see her face—thankful for that, at least…….’
Why on earth had the Duke sent such a useless child to that expensive Eldvaine Academy?
Of course, even sending a hundred students to Eldvaine Academy would scarcely dent the Sablehart fortune.
But Daisy Sablehart’s enrollment felt wasteful nonetheless.
Her lack of ability made her Academy results entirely predictable.
Nothing but failures, failures, and more failures.
The fortunate part was that the Count would never hear of it.
Since childhood, Daisy Sablehart’s affairs had been entirely his own responsibility as butler.
So the only news reaching the Count would be: ‘She enrolled, she graduated, a suitable match was found.’
With that thought, the butler tucked the bundle of telegrams into his pocket.
These minor matters were all his responsibility to handle.
Without ceremony, he tossed the invitation that had arrived for the second young master into the fireplace, then passed the silver tray containing the remaining invitations, letters, and newspapers to a servant.
“Take these to the Count.”
“Yes, sir.”
And it was just as the butler himself vanished into his office to process the telegrams.
Bang!
Suddenly the manor door flew open, and one of the servants came rushing in.
“Huff, huff. Wait.”
“What’s this? Aren’t you supposed to be tending the gardens today?”
“D-did you deliver the letter to the Count yet? The, the one from just now?”
“No, not yet.”
“Phew, thank goodness… I just received an urgent telegram. He says to deliver it to the Count right away.”
“But all telegrams must be reviewed by the butler first…….”
“Ah, it’s urgent though. Besides, the butler will see it anyway and tell you to deliver it to the Count.”
“Is that so?”
“Go on up before it’s too late.”
“Understood.”
The servant nodded and carried the silver tray up the stairs.
Along with a white envelope stamped with a red seal marked “URGENT” and the official seal of Eldvain Academy.

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