It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 63

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A corrupted heroine is overwhelmingly convenient.
#63
“I’m curious where all that money went.”
The Count tapped his index finger against the table as he spoke.
Yet he didn’t seem genuinely curious at all.
His handsome face was filled only with contempt for someone audacious enough to toy with him.
It was clear he’d already decided to cast her out, regardless of her answer.
This was a man who could push even his own child toward death without hesitation.
Discarding a stranger would be far easier than eating cold rice.
Even if that stranger was the old butler who’d been with him since childhood.
In the original story, what Daisy suffered had been terrible, but now that the situation had reversed, she felt oddly reassured.
It was like cheering for a department head you normally wanted to kill whenever they went off to fight another team.
The butler seemed to have realized this truth, and spoke in desperate haste.
“All of it! Every penny was spent for the sake of House Seiblehart! Not a single coin was spent on myself!”
“For the sake of the house, you say…….”
The Count echoed the butler’s words.
Just from hearing him repeat them, the temperature around the room seemed to drop by a couple of degrees.
As she watched the Count, Felix suddenly came to mind.
‘Felix, you’re going to have to try harder.’
There’s a formidable villain here…….
She looked across the room.
No, actually two…….
She glanced to the side.
No, three…….
…….
Was it really acceptable for there to be this many villains surrounding the heroine?
What kind of novel is this?
Even as she lamented her pitiable circumstances, surrounded as she was by villains, the Count continued speaking with deepened anger.
“If that was money that ought to have been spent on the house, you had only to ask me. Did you think I’d begrudge such a pittance?”
“No, of course not! I know better than anyone that you never spare expense when it comes to the house, sir!”
“Then tell me truthfully! Where was that money spent?”
The Count’s voice fell cold and low across the Dining Hall.
That demand seemed less like an outburst of emotion and more like divine punishment handed down from heaven itself.
…….
Yet faced with that divine judgment, the old butler kept his thin lips sealed shut.
It was Chester, running his hand through his hair in frustration, who broke that silence.
“Bernard, speak! You have to say something so we can consider extenuating circumstances or sort out the facts!”
Chester’s voice carried undisguised anxiety.
He couldn’t believe that Bernard—who was like a father to him—had done such a thing.
Skimmed his sister’s allowance for several years?
Why on earth?
If he needed money, I could have given it to him.
No, Father would have given it to him before I even had the chance.
Father was never miserly when it came to spending money.
So he desperately wanted Bernard to explain why he’d done this.
At least then he could pretend to understand.
“So you won’t speak. Belcort.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Dismiss Bernard Moer and turn him over to the courts. He’ll face the proper penalty for embezzling House funds and falsely claiming the Count’s authority.”
“Count!”
The butler’s anguished cry echoed through the Dining Hall.
When Belcort, the aide, made a small gesture, two burly servants appeared from the far end of the hall.
“Count, truly not! I spent every penny for the house’s benefit! I swear it!”
“Enough. I don’t wish to hear another word. Belcort, take him away at once…….”
“Wait!”
As the two servants seized his arms, the butler realized there would be no second chance and cried out in desperation.
“I bought a horse!”
“A horse?”
Unlike the two men who didn’t grasp the meaning, Chester’s face went pale.
“Don’t tell me… the new horse you sent to the Academy this time?”
“Yes! I selected the finest items from the Horse Market and had them sent! Including the Artifact-Equipped Saddles for both young masters!”
At last the butler’s tongue came loose, and he rattled off everything he’d purchased.
“I acquired a New Sword for Chester. I had both your carriages taken to the Magic Tower and cast two additional Permanent Magic spells on them, and I’ve just had new Armor tailored for Kailen. I also replaced some of the old furniture in both your rooms! I have all the receipts. Every last coin was spent for the family’s sake!”
“…….”
“…….”
Chester could not hide his shock at those words.
Even rational Kailen wore an expression of stunned disbelief.
“Why on earth… why would you…”
With that money…?
But before Kailen could even finish his question, the answer came.
“It must have galled you, didn’t it.”
From directly across the table.
Kailen looked up, startled.
Daisy was staring at the butler.
Her indifferent expression was, surprisingly, not particularly wounded-looking.
No—if anything, she looked more… irritated.
“You must have thought it was far more worthwhile to spend ten Gold on impressive, magnificent young masters than to spend ten Gold on Daisy.”
“You… you…….”
Chester muttered beside her, bewildered.
But Daisy paid him no mind.
Why would she listen to someone who’d gotten himself a New Sword and a new horse with her allowance? No thank you.
“‘How could I possibly give allowance to someone with no ability, no use whatsoever, just another mouth to feed? Such a thing should stay locked away in some corner of the estate and only be brought out when marriage becomes necessary.’ That’s what you thought, isn’t it? I’m amazed you managed to restrain yourself enough to pay for the Academy tuition.”
“…….”
“…….”
Everyone in the Dining Hall sat frozen, mouths agape.
It was unbelievable.
That Daisy could speak with such venom.
But Daisy did not stop.
Her green eyes, inherited from her mother, fixed relentlessly on the butler’s gaze.
“‘If it weren’t for that useless thing, the Countess wouldn’t have died.'”
A word nearly taboo hung in the air of the Dining Hall.
Now the room fell so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
“‘If it weren’t for that, everyone would be happier. That is the shame of Seiblehart.'”
“…….”
“…….”
“So you can understand how each morsel Daisy ate, each thing she wore, each thing she used must have pained you. I comprehend.”
Daisy had foolishly believed every word the butler said.
She’d been barely ten years old when she heard that story.
“But what now?”
As fury wound tight enough to make her temples throb, a smile bloomed of its own accord.
It was a habit born from Gwon Do-yo.
‘You scare me half to death every time you smile like that.’
Recalling those words from her only friend, Daisy narrowed her eyes in a deceptively gentle curve.
“And yet you’ve been caught red-handed.”
Her cheeks rose in perfect rounds, and her crimson lips curved into a sweeping arc, blooming impossibly wide.
It was a smile so radiant, so brilliant, it seemed to shimmer with light.
“…….”
“…….”
Daisy did not know.
The chaos her smile had brought into the Dining Hall.
Her smile had served a single purpose.
“All because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut and had to go blabbing away…….”
“That’s right!”
At last Bernard Moer exploded.
“You wouldn’t have known what to do with that money anyway!”
He didn’t even use the formal register anymore.
It was not surprising.
To the butler, Daisy was exactly that—nothing more.
A young, foolish, helpless girl who hung on his every word.
The fact that he’d been undone by such a creature seemed to enrage him so thoroughly that he forgot the Count himself was standing right there.
“At best, you’d call a bunch of people who toy with me friends, then hand them gifts or stupidly let servants squeeze you dry!”
A rather cutting assessment.
But it wasn’t entirely wrong, and Daisy answered with a shrug instead of words.
“That’s why I stopped you from doing it! From making a fool of yourself……!”
Crack!
The butler’s face suddenly snapped sideways mid-tirade.
The butler, his cheek gripped tight against the dizzying impact, looked to see who had struck him.
What had hit his cheek was small, dark, and no bigger than a fist…….
“……The Sparrow?”
Someone murmured softly.
“What? Hey! When did you get out!”
Daisy jolted to her feet with a shout, startled.
So that’s why her chest had felt so hollow!
She reached at once to retrieve the black Sparrow.
But the Sparrow spread its wings first.
Crack!
“Ugh!”
The butler’s head whipped to the other side.
For wings that small, the force was utterly absurd.
“Even my Summon turned out strange……!”
Crack!
“I should have known……!”
Crack!
“Enough.”
The Count’s cold voice cut through the Dining Hall.
Only then did the butler remember the Count’s presence and snap his mouth shut.
“Y-your Lordship, I, I mean to say…….”
“Not worth hearing. The greatest shame is that I’ve kept you at my side all this time.”
“Your Lordship, I only acted for the Seiblehart house……!”
“Not another word.”
The grinding of teeth sounded brutal.
“Never again let that name pass your lips.”
“……!”
The butler stared at the Count as if losing consciousness.
His expression looked as though he’d been struck by divine judgment itself.
Well, divine judgment it was.
To be cast out by the house he’d served all his life.
“Belcort!”
“Yes, I’ll see to it at once.”
“N-no, let me go!”
The old butler thrashed, but there was no overpowering the two burly servants.
“You, you’re the one! You ruined everything! You ruined it all!”
As always, the butler’s accusations turned toward Daisy.
Right, right—to the old man, everything was always her fault.
If that was the case, Daisy had only one thing to say.
“Regrettable!”
“Hack.”
Chester choked beside her, coughing loudly.
That too was regrettable.

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