It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 42

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A corrupted heroine is overwhelmingly convenient.
#42
‘Right, I tamed a cat with overwhelming attack power, so a mouse should be easy, or so I thought. And I actually succeeded. The summoned mouse never attacked grandmother again.’
‘Mm.’
‘But you can’t forget this. What grandmother tamed was a mouse. A mouse smaller than the palm of your hand! And what Arderon needs to tame is,’
‘A very large wolf.’
‘Exactly! So,’
‘So I need to fight the wolf, then.’
‘So annihilation was the answer after all,’
‘It was a good deal, Raolie. Next time too, right?’
‘Wait, hold on!’
‘I’m going!’
‘Next…!’
“You’ll still be alive by the time next comes, right…?!”
Monica Raolie shouted after Daisy’s back as she headed toward her room.
Too delighted at having found a solution, Daisy let the words go in one ear and out the other.
She should not have done that.
If only she’d known what to do to subdue the charging wolf without inflicting wounds.
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Thunk!
“Again!”
Thunk!
“Again!”
The empty training ground was filled with the sound of repetition.
It was the sound of a heavy sandbag striking something over and over.
Thunk!
“Good! Take a break!”
Professor of Basic Swordplay Dorian MacDwell called out.
“Ugh, I’m dying.”
And Daisy lay sprawled on the training ground, drenched in sweat.
MacDwell was somewhat taken aback by the sight.
The young lady of the earldom displayed an unbelievably unpretentious attitude.
‘She’s certainly different….’
‘There’s something I’d like to learn.’
When Daisy Seableheart approached him after class and said as much, MacDwell accepted readily enough, though he clicked his tongue inwardly.
‘Noble brats….’
What came next was predictable.
She’d already learned basic swordplay, so teach her something more impressive.
Wooden swords were childish—she wanted to use a real blade, and so on.
MacDwell had heard such demands countless times while teaching basic swordplay.
But what this strange young countess asked for was somewhat different.
‘Could you teach me how to subdue a charging beast without harming it?’
‘Subdue what charging…?’
‘A beast.’
‘What in the world for?’
‘To fight it.’
‘So exactly why…?’
MacDwell accepted Daisy’s request because he was curious about why the young lady of the earldom had agreed to fight a beast.
Surprisingly, however, Daisy Seableheart was taciturn for her age.
Rather than chatter excitedly about her current situation the way children her age typically did, she listened carefully to his instruction.
And she had trained without pause ever since.
‘I’ve misjudged her.’
He’d thought she simply knew how to use strength well, but to find her diligent too….
MacDwell had taught two Seablehearts up to now.
Both possessed outstanding swordplay ability.
The only flaw was that one was terribly inflexible, and the other far too frivolous.
“…….”
MacDwell watched the third Seableheart in silence.
Perhaps….
Perhaps this child was truly….
“Phew.”
Daisy exhaled lightly, signaling the end of a brief rest.
Then, without hesitation, she pushed herself to her feet.
Her face bore the unmistakable marks of exhaustion.
Yet her large emerald eyes burned with passion.
“I’d like to try again.”
“Perhaps you should rest a bit longer.”
Lord Macdowell said, glancing at his watch.
“No. I want to continue.”
Her shoulders, which had collided repeatedly with the sandbag, were surely covered in massive bruises beneath her clothes.
Her legs trembled despite standing firm against the earth; her breath wouldn’t return no matter how much she rested; her skin, slicked with sweat and sand, felt tacky to the touch.
But Daisy had no intention of stopping.
She had known from the start that incurring a large debt to a provisional villain would be no small matter.
Besides…….
‘This is… actually fun.’
Who knew that possessing a body which responded so readily to sharp, demanding movements could be this exhilarating.
Daisy, her form still moving with surprising lightness, twisted and repositioned herself fluidly.
“All right, then. Let’s begin.”
Lord Macdowell declared solemnly, surveying Daisy’s stance.
A body not yet fully grown.
Thin, slender limbs.
Seemingly fragile in every outward way, and yet somehow appearing firmer, more solid than anyone else’s.
Thwack!
The familiar sound echoed across the training ground as sunset settled over it.
Chapter 11. Taming
Supplies, check!
Summoned beast, check!
Fists, check!
Daisy methodically inspected her bag, her heart, and her hands in turn, then nodded with satisfaction.
The day had finally come.
The day she would face off against her mad wolf summoned beast.
After grabbing the paper that lay on her desk, Daisy thrust her arm forward with vigor to pull on her shirt,
“Ow.”
and managed only a sharp gasp instead of finishing the motion.
“What’s wrong?”
Her roommate, Nora Spence, turned her head at the sound and frowned upon seeing Daisy’s shoulder.
Daisy’s shoulder was completely covered in purple bruises.
“Good gracious.”
Nora Spence clicked her tongue at the sight.
“Still not a shred of dignity befitting an earl’s daughter.”
She deliberately emphasized the words “earl’s daughter.”
That was how one could touch Daisy Sablehart’s tender nerve.
Mention once that she wasn’t living up to her station as an earl’s daughter, and Daisy’s face would crumple as if she were about to cry.
Watching her thrash about trying to belong to House Sablehart was both pathetic and laughable.
Observing such pitiful efforts made Nora almost think that being a baron’s daughter, lavished with her father’s love, wouldn’t be so bad after all.
At least then she wouldn’t have to wear dowdy dresses and be ignored at tea parties.
“If the Earl Sablehart knew that his only daughter was bringing shame to the family name, he would be absolutely horrified.”
Nora Spence felt her swelling pride almost intoxicating.
Ever since the Bear’s Labyrinth, Nora’s self-esteem had been steadily eroding.
Lydia Penmarsh and her circle treated Nora as if she were invisible.
Even when Nora managed to approach them and speak, her attempts were met with silence, until now she was afraid to address them at all.
And she had absolutely no intention of making new friends within the Labyrinth.
According to rumor, once basic-level courses ended, there were rare occasions when freshmen were reassigned to different dormitories.
Nora Spence harbored no doubt that she would be reassigned back to the Raven’s Hall.
Of course, she would be alone until then…….
‘Though not as alone as Daisy Sablehart.’
Daisy Sablehart would be alone forever.
Who in their right mind would want to befriend that stupid, provincial Daisy Sablehart.
It seemed as though she was trying various things since coming to the Bear’s Labyrinth to change herself, but that would all end soon enough.
One’s true nature did not change.
Just like now.
Nora Spence watched Daisy lower her head, one corner of her mouth lifting with satisfaction.
Now Daisy would scramble to hide her shoulders from her.
And she’d laugh awkwardly, saying something like this:
‘Sorry, keep it a secret for me…….’
“Do as you please.”
“What?”
Nora Spence’s head snapped up at words she hadn’t expected.
And what met her eyes wasn’t Daisy’s tearful face.
Daisy Sableheart’s expression was utterly composed.
In fact, Daisy seemed genuinely unconcerned.
“Not my problem.”
And there was reason enough for that…….
“After all, that man—Father, I mean—he’s always hated me anyway.”
“……Hated you?”
“So much he can’t stand to look at me. I’m probably someone he wishes were dead.”
“Ah, no…….”
Surely he wouldn’t think something quite that extreme…….
“If he had the chance to kill me, he’d take it without hesitation.”
“Ah, but even so, he’s your father—surely he wouldn’t actually…….”
“Well, he might feel a little regret.”
“Yes! Of course…….”
“Only because he lost a better pawn by having me die.”
…….
“But he’ll forget me soon enough. He doesn’t even remember I exist.”
Daisy answered cheerfully and pulled on her shirt.
A massive purple bruise, the size of both hands, disappeared beneath the white fabric.
Nora Spence felt somehow even more unsettled.
“Besides, what’s wrong with a bruise? This is the result of effort. Why be ashamed of effort? It’s the people who mock you for it and say you’ve lost face who are the strange ones.”
…….
As Daisy, now fully dressed in her school uniform, picked up her bag and left the bedroom, Nora Spence said nothing.
She had no idea Daisy Sableheart thought of herself that way.
She’d only found it pitiful—the way Daisy struggled so hard just to be loved by her father.
But she’d thought of death too?
An emotion without a easy name bloomed in the depths of Nora Spence’s heart.
‘Daisy Sableheart will be alone forever.’
The thought, once it surfaced, wouldn’t leave her.
Strangely so.

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