It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 64

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A darkened heroine is overwhelmingly convenient.
#64
Chapter 15. Preparation
By the time the butler’s querulous voice faded from earshot, an elaborate breakfast had been laid out in the dining room.
She had thought the Academy’s meals were excellent, but they paled in comparison to this.
What on earth had Daisy been eating, given access to a dining room that produced such magnificent fare?
“The Count has instructed that you refrain from attending dinner henceforth.”
The butler delivered this with an expression of regret.
As if to say: Didn’t I tell you to mind your manners at meals so as not to ruffle the Count’s feathers? It seemed he had said something like that too.
“Instead, we shall bring your evening meals here. Dine here and reflect upon what you did wrong.”
So obedient Daisy spent every night in reflection, consuming cold stew and hard bread, with the occasional charred meat dish when it appeared.
Turning over her own actions again and again and again.
Until she finally understood that her father had abandoned her.
Honestly, feed the child, you monsters! This is child abuse!
Clutching her chest, which felt like a dumpling bursting at the seams, Kwon Do-yeo continued reading the manga.
Because after the sweet potato scene always came the cathartic release.
Those insane abusers are definitely going to face divine retribution!
Because Daisy is the heroine!
Because she’s the heroine…
The heroine…
The heroine… right?
In short, after that point Daisy never once had a proper dinner in that mansion.
Kwon Do-yeo’s insides had finally become a dumpling turned inside-out.
The thought was unbearable.
“Hey.”
Daisy called out to someone in a voice dripping with delinquency.
Three men of the Sable Heart household all flinched, shoulders trembling.
But Daisy had not called them.
A black sparrow waddled across the table and approached her.
[Chirp.]
“Go hit that bastard one more time for me.”
[Chirp!]
“Make it count.”
[Chirp!]
Whirr!
The sparrow spread its small wings and flew out of the dining room.
“……”
The Count, who had been watching this unfold, called over a sturdy servant standing behind him.
If he was thinking of stopping her, she wouldn’t tolerate it.
Just as Daisy’s triangular eyes began to widen with that thought—
“Make sure the Summon doesn’t come to harm.”
“Yes, my lord.”
What?
While Daisy was momentarily taken aback by what could only be called an unexpectedly lenient order for a Count to give, he added gravely—
“And if the Summon can’t land the hit…”
“Yes?”
“Then you do it.”
“…Pardon?!”
The Count did not repeat himself.
Yes! The servant bowed his head in alarm and hurried after the sparrow out of the dining room.
The dining room fell quiet again.
“……”
Somewhat bewildered, Daisy picked up her utensils.
What on earth was happening?
But she understood soon enough.
‘Right, the Count must be furious too. I’ve brought shame upon his entire house.’
For someone as obsessed with the honor of the Sable Heart family as he was, such an incident would be intolerable.
‘As long as the fallout doesn’t land on me, I’m fine.’
With that thought, Daisy picked up her utensils.
And……
“Octopus carpaccio with lemon juice.”
“Soft egg custard.”
“Eggs Benedict drizzled with the head chef’s special sauce.”
“Pasta with cheese and pepper.”
Daisy devoured everything the servant brought to her.
She was aware of the three men’s stares boring into her throughout the meal, but she didn’t pause once with her spoon.
A ghost who died on a full stomach was always said to have a healthy complexion, after all.
Though it was rather sad that death was already a foregone conclusion.
After polishing off even the final dessert—a pavlova crowned with candied fruit—Daisy finally lifted her head.
And closed her mouth.
The three men, their desserts untouched, were staring at her with an intensity that was almost palpable.
‘Oh.’
She’d forgotten.
Villains didn’t eat dessert, right…
Just as she reached down awkwardly to set her fork aside, the empty plate before her vanished and was replaced—by Kaelen’s untouched dessert plate.
He had switched plates with her.
“…….”
What was that about?
Even as Kaelen watched the scene with a complicated expression—still wary of her obvious disorientation, yet unable to resist as the sweet aroma of candied fruit drifted up and Daisy picked up her fork again—something felt fundamentally wrong.
Everything he thought he knew had been negated.
What had he thought of her?
Her clothes, neither fashionable nor well-fitting, had looked pathetic on her.
That gaunt face and drooping eyes—how he’d despised the sight of them.
The way she couldn’t refuse anyone, forever bringing him love letters and confessions, annoyed him endlessly. And then to never show up at the dining hall to finish a meal? That angered him too.
Her incompetence at everything had disappointed him, and there wasn’t a single aspect of her behavior he’d found acceptable.
He’d never once climbed to the third floor where she stayed.
Because he’d written her off as a failure of the Sableheart family.
Which made what came after all the more shocking.
That he himself had benefited from her misfortune.
‘So conduct yourself properly. Act like a true Sableheart. If that’s too difficult, then keep quiet and stay out of sight.’
Madman.
Recalling his own words from the past, Kaelen found himself muttering a curse without thinking.
Keep quiet and stay out of sight?
Daisy had already been doing exactly that long before he said it.
All this time.
It was he and others like him who had made her unable to bear it any longer.
‘So let’s just take one hit.’
Taking just one hit—how convenient that had been.
No matter how much she’d changed, Daisy Sableheart still had a gentle heart.
Kaelen turned his head away, silently muttering the question Daisy would have asked if she’d heard: ‘Who got hit? Me?’
Chester, seated across from him, had gone pale as a blank sheet of paper.
He’d been even more devoted to the servant than Kaelen had been, so the shock must have been severe.
But Kaelen felt no real concern.
Truth be told, both he and Chester had gained from this situation—neither had lost anything in it.
If anyone had been wounded, it was…
“Wow, I’m about to burst.”
Daisy murmured as she set her fork down on the now-empty dessert plate.
Then her eyes met the Count’s, and she started, her lips parting in surprise.
“Oh, have you been waiting long? I’m sorry. The food was so delicious I lost track of time. I’ve never had anything like this before…”
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
After a brief silence, the Count summoned the robust servant a second time.
“Go check whether Daisy’s Summon actually struck that fellow’s cheek properly.”
“Yes, Count.”
“And then strike him yourself.”
“Pardon?”
The Count, true to form, did not repeat himself.
The bewildered servant answered “Yes, sir!” almost as a shout and hurried out of the dining hall.
And in the dining hall, now quiet once more, the Count opened his mouth.
“Daisy.”
“Yes, Father.”
Here it comes.
Daisy made her best effort to open her eyes innocently as she answered.
He was a count who showed no mercy even to the butler who had served the family for decades.
He would never overlook Daisy — who had not only been caught up in an incident that prompted a letter from the headmaster, but had also brought home a disastrous report card.
“I received a letter from the headmaster. There was an incident at the Eldvain Gift Presentation Ceremony.”
“Well, um, yes, just a little commotion…”
“A little?”
“Somewhat of a larger commotion…”
“Somewhat?”
“Rather a significant disturbance…”
Each time the count repeated his question, cold sweat poured down Daisy’s back.
She couldn’t gauge how much he knew, and therefore had no idea how much to tell him.
As Daisy wrestled with her thoughts, the count’s matter-of-fact voice reached her.
“Are you hurt.”
“I’m sorry, please forgive me just this once… I’m sorry?”
“I asked if you have any injuries.”
“Oh? No, well, I don’t think so…”
“Then that’s all that matters.”
What?
It’s ending just like that?
She couldn’t believe it.
If it had been the butler, he would have lectured her endlessly and starved her for three days or so.
……
Only then did Daisy realize that every punishment her younger self had received had been the butler’s unilateral decision.
That old codger — I won’t let him off easy.
Daisy was swearing her revenge.
The count spoke.
“Daisy, is there anything you need.”
It was an unexpected question.
As Daisy furrowed her brow, trying to understand his intent,
surprisingly, it was Kaerun who answered instead.
“I think it would be best if she moved rooms.”
……Well, of course.
Daisy nodded without the slightest surprise.
She had anticipated that one of the three would eventually object to her staying on the second floor.
She hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly, though.
Not that it mattered.
After all, she’d already cast out the butler and the servants, so living alone on the third floor didn’t seem like it would be so bad.
Hearing those words, the count replied with his usual indifferent expression.
“That’s already been arranged.”
Of course it has.
“Your current room is far too cramped.”
That makes sense… wait?

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