It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 59

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A female lead who’s gone dark is overwhelmingly convenient.
#59
Daisy looked around with an exasperated expression.
So, in other words…….
“I really was treated like this.”
Wow, Daisy’s life! Cheaper than a tire!
It wasn’t an exaggeration.
Daisy’s life was genuinely worth less than the wheel of the carriage she’d ridden in on.
The room was enormous, proportioned to match the grand scale of the Mansion.
It was easily five times the size of the studio where Gwon Do-yo lived.
But what filled this empty space was not furniture or possessions—only an endless loneliness.
Now she understood.
How the Count could have abandoned his own daughter so easily.
Except he’d never actually abandoned her.
You can’t abandon what you never possessed.
…….
She recalled all the misfortunes that had rained down on Daisy Sablehart alone in “Is the Academy Originally This Desolate?”
Had that Daisy, suffering abuse alone in this cold cell of a room, ever realized it?
That the bitter loneliness she’d swallowed in this place was actually the sweetest thing in her entire life.
“Ah, thank goodness.”
The words spilled out before she could think.
Without her own awareness.
She was startled at first, but then Daisy recognized it as her true heart.
She was glad Daisy didn’t have to experience this.
Gwon Do-yo would be fine.
She was accustomed to living with nothing, and she wasn’t young enough to be wounded by this kind of treatment.
If anything, judging by the room size alone, the situation seemed improved.
There’s a saying that a house, no matter how small, is better than a palace you don’t call home.
Besides, Gwon Do-yo could do something that Daisy had never even dared to imagine.
Hmm.
Once she’d settled her mind, Daisy examined the room methodically.
When she rolled back the carpet, an ornate wooden floor emerged beneath it.
“Fine, the carpet goes.”
It was a shame that it wouldn’t retain heat, but as a Korean, she couldn’t bear this difficult-to-clean carpet floor.
“Wipe down the windows and furniture thoroughly. And the bedding… oh!”
Daisy thrust her arm into the small hand bag up to her shoulder and pulled something out.
It was a plump Dormitory Pillow filled with goose down.
She’d brought it along with blankets to use in the carriage, but she hadn’t expected to need it like this.
“Good, bedding is taken care of.”
Daisy stuffed the large pillow back into her hand bag and rolled up her sleeves with renewed determination.
“Well, shall we begin?”
There was much to do before the bathwater was ready.
* * *
Bang, bang!
At the rough pounding on the door, Daisy straightened her back.
A maid’s voice called from outside.
“Bathwater!”
Following the loud “Bathwater!” came what sounded like a very small “…ready,” spoken almost reluctantly.
She really didn’t want to use formal speech with someone being treated like this, did she?
Daisy tossed down the cloth she’d been using to wipe the window frame and checked her watch.
“Two hours to prepare the bathwater, huh…….”
The timing was perfect.
Daisy scoffed softly and wiped the sweat hanging from her chin as she surveyed her surroundings.
The carpet, which had been thick with dust, was rolled up and set aside in one corner of the room.
The worn bedding had been stripped away entirely and repurposed as cleaning cloths, while the old desk, chairs, and bed had been polished until they gleamed.
Cool night air drifted in through the window that had remained open the whole time.
The smudged window was clean up to exactly the point where Daisy’s height reached.
“Now this is a room!”
Murmuring with satisfaction, Daisy gathered clean clothes and opened the door.
As if one summons was enough, no one stood outside.
Daisy made her way through the long, dim corridor toward the only place where light seeped through.
The bathtub set in the middle of the bathroom was in better condition than she’d expected.
She’d wondered why, but soon understood the reason.
There was no bathtub reserved for her alone.
Daisy would never have found the courage to ask for bathwater to be drawn.
Because…….
“Wow, this is ice-cold enough on its own.”
It must have always been like this.
As Daisy stirred the bathwater, her elbows froze with a sharp sensation all the way to the joint, and she let out a hollow laugh.
It wasn’t even winter—it was spring.
To make the water this cold would require deliberate effort.
“How industrious of them.”
She turned on the tap to add hot water.
But only lukewarm water came out.
As if there were no temperature control at all.
The same was true of the sink’s tap.
Wait—then in winter…….
…….
Daisy stared at the setup for a moment, and then a radiant smile bloomed across her face.
So luminous was it that the bathroom, lit only by dim candlelight, seemed to brighten in an instant.
With a face so beautiful that anyone watching would have been transfixed, Daisy slowly swept her hair back.
“Ha ha, truly…….”
They really do know how to provoke someone.
Daisy’s green eyes—which, mixed with the flickering candlelight, resembled hazelnuts—gleamed with a fierce, bright light.
* * *
“So she really went through with bathing?”
One maid nodded at another’s question.
“She did!”
“You just gave her lukewarm water?”
“Do you think I’d do that alone? I used this.”
The object, which resembled a necklace studded with blue gems, still bore the moisture of having just been wetted.
“Isn’t that the Artifact used for ice water?”
“Even after using that, she went in?”
“Yeah, she hesitated for a bit, but eventually I heard water splashing.”
“Wow, she’s tough. Really tough.”
“Guess she’s still got her pride, for all her worth.”
The maids giggled and snickered among themselves.
“She learned strange things at the Academy. How dare she ask for bathwater to be drawn the moment she arrived?”
“So you’re trying to teach her a lesson again this time?”
“Of course.”
The maid glanced upward with a spiteful smile.
“We need to make sure she never asks for bathwater again.”
A sorrowful voice drifted down from above the maid’s head.
“Don’t be so harsh about it.”
When the maid looked up, a tall, handsome male servant was looking down at her.
Enoch.
The maid’s cheeks flushed slightly at the sound of the servant’s name.
“Stop tormenting Miss Daisy.”
At Enoch’s words, the maid’s feelings were hurt, and she spoke sharply.
“Why? Do you like her or something?”
“No, it’s just…….”
The servant smiled awkwardly, muttering under his breath.
She’s pitiful, that’s all.
Yes, Daisy Sable Heart was rather pitiful.
* * *
Daisy stood before the Dining Hall door, steadying her breath.
Normally, Daisy couldn’t eat in the Dining Hall and had no reason to go down there.
But today, for whatever reason, she had to meet the Earl, so she steeled herself and opened the Dining Hall door.
Creak.
As Daisy entered the Dining Hall, the gazes of three men poured down upon her.
Eyes of palest blue, devoid of any warmth.
The gaze was so cold that the original Daisy would have shrunk into herself, mumbling an apology in a voice barely above a whisper.
“You’re late.”
The man seated at the head of the table spoke in a measured tone.
He was a handsome middle-aged man with platinum blonde hair shot through with white, and eyes the color of ice.
More similar in appearance to Kieran than to Chester, he was tall and carried himself with rigid composure.
His deeply set eyes gleamed with the predatory sharpness of a hawk hunting prey, while thin lips and a sharp jawline betrayed an acute sensitivity of temperament.
His perpetual frown had etched deep lines between his brows, lines that had become grooves in his face whether he willed them or not.
As a result, even at rest he looked perpetually angry.
Of course, Daisy wasn’t intimidated by that face.
Not when it was that devastatingly handsome.
‘Insane. How is a middle-aged man with three kids allowed to look like that?’
Daisy snapped back to herself, shaking off the deep-rooted haze of lookism that had momentarily claimed her.
No—this wasn’t the time for that.
What mattered now was getting in and out quickly.
So Daisy graciously forgave the Count for telling her not to come downstairs, then complaining that she was late.
“My apologies. I was bathing.”
……
And the Count—Conrad—was more shocked than he’d been in ages upon hearing that response.
Though his habitual expressionlessness concealed it well enough.
Had that girl ever spoken to him like that before?
He’d expected mumbling, but instead her voice cut through the air with surprising clarity.
But the real shock came next.
“It’s been so long, I—ah, um, Father.”
Daisy approached with long strides and awkwardly spread her arms toward him.
As if asking for an embrace.
……
……
The dining hall froze in an instant.
Daisy Sable Hart was asking the Count for an embrace?
It was the sort of impossibility that shouldn’t occur even if heaven and earth were reborn.
The shock of that moment was such that even Conrad found himself doubting his own eyes.
What is this? Am I seeing things?
But Daisy stood firm, arms outstretched.
‘Hurry, hurry!’
She even waggled her fingers impatiently.
Ordinarily, Conrad would have asked sternly, “What is the meaning of this?”
But Daisy’s shamelessness was so complete that Conrad found himself rising as if bewitched.
And then,
Thump!
Daisy embraced him before he’d even fully gotten to his feet.
Immediately, the lines between Conrad’s brows deepened.
So Daisy Sable Hart had finally provoked the Count’s wrath.
The servants were still wondering how to manage the situation—the young lady who’d apparently gone half-mad at the Academy and eaten something that had done this to her—when
the Count did not explode in anger.
He merely asked, his voice heavy and measured in aristocratic restraint.
“Why is your body so cold?”
Perfect.
A smile of triumph bloomed across Daisy’s face.

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