It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 56

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A morally corrupted heroine is overwhelmingly convenient.
#56
I can’t… I can’t breathe…!
Kailen gripped his shin, gasping for air.
Excruciating pain radiating from his shin burned through his veins like fire consuming his brain.
“I only kicked you lightly. Don’t be such a baby about it.”
At Daisy’s words, Kailen’s face twisted into an aggrieved expression.
A baby? Hardly.
This wasn’t the pain of a kick—it felt like he’d been run over by a Magical Carriage.
And it was already swelling grotesquely the moment it connected.
His bone had to be fractured.
He couldn’t believe it.
Did Daisy really possess this much strength?
Bewildered, Kailen clamped his mouth shut, but Daisy—now standing over him—looked down and spoke.
“Kailen Sableheart, listen carefully.”
“……….”
“I know very well that you don’t think of me as your sister.”
“What…?”
Kailen, who had been sitting crumpled on the ground, jerked his head up.
But Daisy didn’t stop.
“So from now on, don’t speak to me, don’t pretend you know me, and don’t concern yourself with me. Let’s just live as if we’re strangers to each other.”
“……….”
“It’s not hard, is it?”
You’ve always lived that way anyway.
With those words, Daisy turned on her heel and walked into the Dormitory.
As always, she didn’t even glance back—like someone with lingering regrets.
Still clutching his shin, Kailen remained sitting and watched Daisy’s retreating figure disappear.
And then it struck him.
This was the first time he had ever seen her back.
Because she was always watching his.
* * *
Phew, packing’s done!
With all her preparations complete, Daisy locked the Carriage Luggage with a decisive click and straightened up.
She’d collected so many odds and ends while renting the Magical Carriage—never knowing what might come up—that her luggage had grown substantial.
“Miss Daisy!”
At that moment, a familiar voice called from just outside her bedroom.
When she opened the door, a young attendant in a grey cloak—a pigeon, to be precise—entered the room as though he’d been waiting for exactly this moment.
“You all packed up? I’ll carry everything to the Carriage Platform for you.”
“Oh, thank you……”
I still can’t get used to this.
Daisy’s eyes lingered on the small grey wings fluttering from the attendant’s back as she nodded slowly.
The attendant grasped the handle of the Carriage Luggage and lifted it.
“Wait, that’s actually quite heavy.”
“No problem! I’m really good at carrying heavy stuff, coo-coo-coo!”
The pigeon attendant, luggage in hand, began to sink.
Daisy quickly caught the sinking pigeon attendant.
“Are you alright?”
Bang!
The small hand bag that slipped from the attendant’s grip crashed to the floor with a tremendous noise.
The pigeon attendant, dangling at Daisy’s side, looked at her with utmost seriousness.
“Miss Daisy, are you… moving houses…?”
“Sorry. The Carriage Luggage doesn’t have Weight Reduction Magic on it, so it’s pretty heavy.”
“Pretty…?”
The pigeon attendant glanced back at the bag with a look of disbelief.
He could have sworn it felt like he was lifting an actual Magical Carriage.
“I’ll carry that one.”
“But that’s my job……”
“Then carry that Small Hand Bag instead.”
Daisy pointed to the palm-sized Small Hand Bag sitting on the bed as she spoke.
The dejected pigeon attendant fluttered over to the bed with a discontented coo.
The pigeon, cooing mournfully over having failed in its duty, picked up the small hand bag.
“I came to carry Miss Daisy’s luggage, you see, gruu-gruu-gruu.”
The pigeon, crashing down a second time, drove its head into the mattress.
“Oh, right. That’s a bit heavy too.”
Daisy glanced around to see if there was anything else to pack, and upon witnessing the scene, spoke awkwardly.
“Poof!”
The pigeon servant lifted its head from where it was buried in the mattress.
The pigeon, whose cheeks alone had been flushed, was now beet red all the way to its face.
“Miss Daisy, are you really moving…?”
No, she’d only packed what was truly necessary.
Scratching the back of her head sheepishly, Daisy hoisted the dropped luggage without batting an eye.
“Coo-coo…!”
The pigeon servant, watching this feat with wonder, soon appeared to reach a decision and rose from the bed.
Then, carrying a small hand bag that was only slightly—very slightly—lighter than the luggage, it climbed down from the mattress.
Flap-flap-flap-flap.
Hovering about two centimeters above the ground, the pigeon servant struggled forward without rest, its wings beating steadily.
“Mis… Daisy… wait… I’m… following… you…!”
I am a pigeon servant.
I couldn’t lose to the young countess’s daughter.
* * *
I lost.
“This… coo-coo… is Miss Daisy’s… coo-coo… magical carriage…!”
The pigeon servant, dangling from Daisy’s side and panting heavily, pointed to a carriage standing on the Carriage Platform.
Daisy, holding the pigeon servant in one hand with a luggage bag and a small hand bag in the other, showed no sign of fatigue as she shook her head firmly.
“That’s not it.”
“But it is, gruu!”
“No.”
“Really, it is, gruu!”
The pigeon servant thumped its chest indignantly.
But Daisy had no doubt that the pigeon servant was simply misunderstanding something completely.
Because…
“That one’s too big.”
The carriage the pigeon servant had pointed to was, in fact, disgustingly enormous.
It almost looked as if they’d picked up an entire bedroom from the Dormitory and set it down here.
Was it just the size?
A pristine white body without a single blemish.
Ornate gilded decorations.
Large windows draped with deep crimson velvet curtains.
There were two servants at the rear of the carriage, and two guards in full armor on horseback flanking either side.
No matter how she looked at it, this wasn’t her carriage.
“Are they insane? What on earth is that?”
That was when it happened.
The whispers of other students drifted over.
This scene appeared every time Daisy rode her carriage in the original work.
Mostly they were mocking remarks about Daisy silently boarding a cargo carriage even servants wouldn’t use.
But this time was different.
“I’ve never seen a carriage that big before.”
“Hey, look! Those Magic Tower Seals—how many are there exactly?”
“Seven? A carriage with seven spells cast on it?”
‘What are they talking about?’
Daisy followed their gaze.
Seven circular emblems were stamped in a row along the side of the smooth carriage.
Inside each circular emblem was a large eye drawn in gold.
‘Now that I think about it, the Magic Tower’s symbol was supposed to be the dragon’s eye in the original work.’
Did they stamp one of those seals every time they cast a spell?
The cost of a spell cast by the Magic Tower ran roughly ten times what a regular mage would charge.
So that meant…
‘Then it’s definitely not my carriage!’
The Earl wouldn’t throw away that much money on a carriage for Daisy Sableheart unless he’d lost his mind.
“Pigeon.”
“My name is Kururuk Kururuk.”
The pigeon attendant puffed out its chest and let out an actual cooing sound.
Daisy asked with a troubled expression.
“Don’t you have a human name?”
“Nope.”
“Want me to give you one?”
Calling the pigeon by that name was far too difficult.
At Daisy’s casual offer, the pigeon attendant’s eyes lit up.
“Really……?”
“Well, of course.”
Daisy nodded readily and fell into thought.
Sundol was gentle, so Sundol made sense…….
“You’re gray, so I’ll call you Jaedol.”
“…….”
The pigeon attendant gave no reply.
Did it not like the name?
When she gently lifted the pigeon attendant to check its expression,
“My name… is Jaedol……!”
Daisy nodded with satisfaction, having confirmed the moved pigeon attendant’s face…….
Flap!
“Oof!”
“Daisy, what’s wrong?!”
“This crazy bird…….”
“Jaedol… crazy bird……?”
“No, not you.”
She barely caught the Black Sparrow as it bolted away, her heart heavy with the effort.
The Black Sparrow was furious.
“Alright, alright. I can give you a name too… no, not right now…….”
Screech!
Daisy ignored the strange cry and turned to Jaedol, who was looking up at her with concern.
“Anyway, Jaedol, I’m grateful you guided us here, but that Magical Carriage is—my carriage, I think—”
actually, maybe not.
She’d been about to say that.
Creak!
The carriage door swung open roughly and someone stepped out.
A striking platinum-blond man with a scar above his eyebrow, bearing a well-honed edge.
In other words…….
“……Chester?”
Chester, his brow furrowed with irritation, urged on Daisy, who stared at him in bewilderment.
“Come on, get in already.”
What are you doing coming out of there?
* * *
And he wasn’t alone.
Before Daisy could even greet Jaedol, she was stuffed into the carriage and came face to face with someone entirely unexpected.
“…….”
“…….”
A man with neatly swept platinum-blond hair, sharp features, and an ice-cold expression.
It was Kailen.
Why are you here too…….
‘Dear God.’
Daisy glanced at the sky visible beyond the carriage window.
‘The moment I ask him not to acknowledge me, you put me in the same carriage with him the next day? Isn’t that a bit much?’
Of course, no answer came.
While Daisy sat slack-jawed, Kailen grabbed the reins attached to the carriage.
The carriage then glided smoothly into motion.
Remarkably, the carriage barely trembled at all.
To be honest, even someone from a world with automobiles—someone like Do Kwon—had never experienced a ride this smooth.
Was this the true magic of the Magic Tower?
If so, then truly…….
“Money really is everything…….”

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