It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 60

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A corrupted heroine is overwhelmingly convenient.
#60
“I’m sorry?”
“What do you mean by that……?”
Kaelyun, wearing a rare vacant expression, and the Butler, approaching in haste, both asked in confusion.
“I took a bath, and my body is cold. I was asking why.”
At those words, Kaelyun, who stood nearby, suddenly grabbed Daisy’s hand.
What in the world? Why is she like this?
Daisy was startled but held still.
“Gasp.”
She heard Kaelyun inhale sharply.
He’d been shocked by the icy coldness of her hand.
‘Well, he should be shocked. Look at what I endured.’
Daisy thought this while clenching her chattering teeth.
In truth, there’d been no real need to bathe.
The bath was merely an excuse she’d invented to mess with the Butler.
Yet Daisy had gone through with it.
Just once.
If she could simply close her eyes and endure one cold-water bath, everything would be resolved.
Even if it killed her from the heat, I hereby take a temporary leave of absence from the Hot Shower Appreciation Society.
‘Nnnngh.’
Having conquered the cold bath through sheer willpower, she came straight down to the Dining Room and embraced the Count.
She’d considered shaking his hand instead.
But there was a difference in impact between cold hands and a cold body.
And at last, the words she’d been waiting for came.
“Explain yourself.”
At the Count’s command, Daisy answered without hesitation.
“Kaelyun asked the Maid to bring three basins of hot bathwater, but she brought cold water instead.”
She made no attempt at clumsy acting.
After all, even if she did, it wouldn’t awaken any dormant compassion in the Count.
Daisy harbored no illusions that the Count would pity her.
Instead, she placed her faith elsewhere.
In the arrogance that ran through aristocratic blood down to the bone.
She trusted in the pride that would not tolerate a mere servant daring to defy an aristocrat’s orders and presenting cold bathwater.
It mattered not that the one who suffered the offense was a child he’d abandoned.
Because it was not the Count’s orders that had been disregarded—it was the Young Count Kaelyun’s.
“I—I’ll go check at once and return, sir.”
The Butler bowed his head urgently.
As the Butler moved to leave the Dining Room, Daisy urgently signaled Kaelyun with her eyes.
You—why would you send the old man? You’re young; you should go.
At the message held in Daisy’s green eyes, Kaelyun rose with a bewildered expression.
“I’ll go myself, then.”
“No, no! How could I possibly let you, young master……?”
“Yes, Kaelyun—you go and check, then come back.”
“Yes, Father.”
Kaelyun’s footsteps receded swiftly.
The Butler, who had been watching his retreating figure with dismay, turned.
His face was pale.
‘Predictable.’
He’d surely planned to go upstairs and claim the water wasn’t cold at all, making the whole affair vanish.
After all, he was the type who thought matters involving Daisy need not be made into a fuss—they could simply be overlooked.
That’s why she sent Kaelyun instead.
Even if he hated her, at least he wouldn’t lie.
Once he confirmed the cold water, the Maid who’d brought it would be dismissed, and then she could return to her room and have dinner. That would be the end of it.
Satisfied, Daisy pulled away from the Count’s embrace,
pulled away……
pulled……
“…….”
Wait—why wouldn’t he let go?
Had this man forgotten he was still holding her?
Daisy had struggled against the Count’s embrace a few times before giving up.
Truth was, she was somewhat cold, and the Count’s arms—despite his icy expression—were quite warm.
Now that she thought about it, she could smell warm stew drifting through the air.
Since she’d missed lunch, her stomach was growling.
That was when it happened.
Hurried footsteps drew near, and the Dining Room door swung open.
“Father.”
Daisy, who had craned her neck to catch sight of Kaelyun’s face, froze in surprise.
‘Why does he look so grim?’
“I think it would be best if you came upstairs for a moment.”
* * *
“…….”
“…….”
Here she was in the dead of night, skipping dinner and being shown around her room like some piece of evidence, and Daisy swallowed hard.
‘Wait—I only asked him to check the bathwater. Why did he bring me in here?’
Daisy shot Kaelyun a glare and quickly swept the cloth scattered across the desk aside.
Not that it did any good hiding anything.
The Count’s expression was harder than it had ever been.
He seemed upset that she’d altered the room he’d given her to live in.
Was it a problem that she’d removed the dusty carpet?
Or that she’d moved the bed?
Or that she’d used the old bedding as a cloth?
‘Damn it, I should’ve left it alone and cleaned later.’
The Count looked ready to demand, ‘Who told you to rearrange the room like this?’
A sinister premonition crept over her that she might be punished far worse than the maid.
The maid had defied the young master’s orders, but Daisy had defied the Count’s.
“Butler.”
At last, the Count broke the suffocating silence.
“Y-yes! My lord!”
The old Butler hurried over.
“Explain what’s happened here.”
“Ah, well, you see, I…….”
“How long has this girl been living like this?”
‘Since this evening. That’s all.’
Daisy felt a surge of indignation.
She’d only changed things today, just for one day—she’d been living as she was told before!
She hadn’t even had a few days in a clean room before getting caught like this.
Never in her life had fortune abandoned her so completely.
She was about to open her mouth with some lame excuse about not wanting to sleep on a dusty carpet when the old Butler spoke first.
But it wasn’t the answer Daisy had expected.
Not at all.
“The young lady requested this room herself. She said she disliked seeing sunlight, and… we tried to stop her, but she kept insisting…….”
‘What?’
“She also said she didn’t want it cleaned. She kept telling us to leave, and locked the door on us… We truly had no choice.”
The Butler was saying something very strange.
It sounded almost as though the Count had no idea she was living this way.
But that couldn’t be right.
「”You ordered me to live here.”」
「”You ordered me not to come down to the second floor.”」
「”You said to practice thrift and frugality…….”」
「”You said…….”」
The Count had been the one to issue every single one of these directives.
……Or had he really?
“Wait. Isn’t this that desk I told you to throw away ages ago?”
Chester, who had followed along at some point, tapped the worn desk sharply.
“What’s it doing here?”
“…….”
“…….”
Now the Count was looking directly at Daisy.
Behind the Count, the Butler’s face had turned terrifying.
He looked both enraged and terrified.
If it had been Daisy, she would have cowered at that expression, her head bowed low.
Things would never have progressed this far in the first place.
Daisy would never have gone down to the Dining Room.
So Daisy would have simply died without saying a word.
Then……
Daisy opened her mouth, her lips having been bitten raw.
“You said you needed a Desk, and this is what you gave me.”
Her body trembled violently.
The aftereffects of the cold bath were showing themselves now.
Daisy’s quivering voice echoed hollowly through the cavernous room.
“You said you wouldn’t light the fireplace because ashes blow around.”
“…….”
“…….”
A silence more cutting than the bitterest winter descended upon the room.
In that space where even breathing could be heard, Daisy thought back.
What else had Daisy heard them say?
“You said the clothes were hastily made and brought to me. That if they were too large, I’d grow into them, which was fine, and if they were too small, I should lose weight.”
As she spoke, her indignation grew.
No—she might actually be running a fever.
“You said I’m here because I’m useless. That no one cares about someone like me, so I shouldn’t waste breath complaining.”
Ah, she probably didn’t need to say that part.
But somehow her mouth wouldn’t stop.
Her ears burned hot, and her vision swam.
“But……”
Daisy continued speaking while staring at the undulating floor.
Her own voice sounded as though it were coming from far away.
But she had to ask this one thing.
I spent how many hours shoveling because of this.
“Did you really tell me not to give me any pocket money?”
“…….”
“…….”
Nobody was answering, damn it……
She wasn’t even sure if she’d spoken those words aloud or merely thought them.
The ground was drawing closer.
“Daisy!”
With the sensation of someone’s arms catching her firmly, Daisy lost consciousness.
* * *
According to the account of a member who had withdrawn from the Dethritus Society, it was a high fever of 39 degrees, body aches, and her first Blackout in her life.
The body that had remained unscathed even after a direct fight with a giant in the Underground Dungeon gave out after a single cold bath.
She was truly a terrifying creature.
The moment she rose from the Bed, a ravenous hunger brought a wave of dizziness.
As her body swayed, the young Maid’s face went pale as she caught her.
“Oh, Miss! Are you all right?!”
“Uh, yes, yes, I’m fine.”
As Daisy soothed the Maid and looked up, she was startled to discover that her hunger had vanished.
Was hunger all she’d forgotten?
She’d forgotten words too.
“Uh… eh……?”
“Miss, are you truly all right?”
“Uh, I’m fine… rather,”
Daisy, scarcely gathering her wits in response to the Maid’s worried inquiry, turned slowly to look around before carefully opening her mouth.
“Why am I in the Banquet Hall?”
“It’s your room, Miss.”
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