It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 65

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The villainess heroine is overwhelmingly comfortable.
#65
“Once spring break ends, we’ll have you moved to a larger room.”
“Wait, just a moment.”
Daisy raised her hand urgently.
“My room is too small?”
“I heard your desk and bookcase barely fit. You’ll need a vanity and a dressing room too, so it should be at least twice as large as it is now.”
“T-twice as large?”
Twice as large—how many square meters was that?!
“No, no! That’s fine! It’s not small at all! It’s already twice the size of my old room…….”
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
In an instant, the dining room fell silent enough for a dead rat to open its eyes one last time before dying again.
Did I just… hit some kind of button?
“What I meant was, my current room is perfectly adequate.”
The Count nodded as if in agreement.
“That’s understandable. You haven’t lived in a spacious room until now…….”
Ow, why are you hitting me when I’m just standing here?
While the suddenly-struck commoner swayed, the Count moved on to another subject.
“I’ll handle the room. Did you receive the jewelry?”
“Oh, yes! It was absolutely beautiful!”
I nearly went blind from the glitter, if I’m being honest…….
The Count answered as Daisy swallowed back her unspoken words.
“Good. I’ll have more sent.”
“What?!”
Insane—he’s actually buying more?
“No, that’s more than enough!”
“Belcourt mentioned that to properly match your dresses, you’d need at least three times as much.”
“Three times?! But I’ve managed perfectly fine all this time without…….”
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
Oh no.
Did I just… press the button again?
“All right. I’ll see to it.”
The Count spoke slowly.
His voice sounded slightly hoarse—though that was probably just her imagination.
As Daisy tilted her head curiously, the Count continued.
“Is there anything else you need? Tell me what you want, and I’ll have it prepared.”
But I said I didn’t need anything, so why does he keep…….
Daisy raised her head with a slightly exasperated expression, and her eyes met the Count’s.
His face bore no emotion whatsoever.
Like a man who had spent long years restraining every feeling.
It was then that Daisy understood.
Perhaps this was the closest the Count could come to an apology.
An apology from someone who had been trained never to say the words “I’m sorry” took this form.
“…….”
Knowing that, her resistance somehow weakened.
She hadn’t expected him capable of apologizing.
That the Count felt guilt was good news.
It meant she would live to see another day, at least for now.
But she felt no joy.
Because that apology wasn’t meant for her—it was meant for the original Daisy.
“I don’t need anything.”
“…….”
“The room is fine as is. And you don’t need to buy more jewelry.”
“…….”
“Just…….”
Be a father to Daisy.
An impossible longing hung unspoken in Daisy’s mouth.
But instead of saying it, she smiled coyly and spoke.
“Just give me the allowance I didn’t receive. Since I feel wronged about not getting it, it’s been bothering me.”
Before Daisy could even add “unless you don’t want to,” the Count answered immediately.
“I’ll have Belcourt bring it to you at once.”
Wow! Twenty hours of drudgery cleared in one stroke!
Daisy’s mood lifted slightly, and she swung her legs back and forth.
The Count, watching her, added another remark.
“And from now on, I’ll double your allowance.”
Amazing! Twenty hours of drudgery per week!
At that rate, she could accumulate more than enough escape funds by graduation without even needing a part-time job.
Though of course, she still intended to work steadily.
Money, after all, was never a burden to have.
“That’s more than enough!”
Daisy, whose mood had brightened with this capitalist windfall, broke into a radiant smile.
Her rosy cheeks rose in round mounds, and her large eyes crinkled shut.
Her lips curved in a graceful arc, and even white teeth showed between them.
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
“Why… what’s wrong……?”
Did I do something wrong?
Suddenly the focus of everyone’s attention, Daisy asked with a bewildered expression.
“Ahem, well. In any case, that’s what we’ll do then.”
The Count, clearing his throat repeatedly, spoke.
“So we’ll leave it at that for today.”
“Yes!”
“You’ll be busy getting your dress fitted, so you should go.”
“Yes… yes?!”
Daisy’s head snapped up.
“A dress?! Why the dress all of a sudden?!”
“Belcourt mentioned you’d need an appropriate dress.”
“But what’s the actual reason for……”
“Because you need to attend a gathering.”
I’m sorry, what?
Daisy’s mouth fell open.
What kind of gathering happens during a short spring break?
The Count, gauging Daisy’s reaction, fell silent for a moment before asking.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t know there’s a gathering every spring break?”
Every spring break?!
Daisy hastily tried to recall the original work.
But no matter how hard she thought, she couldn’t remember any gathering that happened every spring break.
However……
「”The Count has instructed me to tell you not to come downstairs for the next two days. If you need something, just call a maid. Well, he may not come down himself since he’s busy… I hope you understand?”」
“That’s what I remember being told……”
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
For the third time, the Count summoned a sturdy servant.
“Go and,”
“Give her a slap or two?”
“Hard ones.”
“Yes, Count!”
The servant left the dining room with brisk efficiency.
As Daisy watched the servants disappear into the distance, the Count spoke.
“It’s not a large gathering. Just nearby families gathering to converse.”
“Ah, I see.”
Daisy felt relieved.
At that scale, her attendance or absence shouldn’t matter much.
“Then I’ll just skip it,”
“I’d thought you simply didn’t want to attend, that’s why you never came down. But now that I know that isn’t the case, I’ll make sure you’re able to attend every gathering from now on.”
“No, I—”
“We’ll have three dresses made for now. Don’t worry. I’ll arrange the schedule so that you receive new dresses regularly.”
“I—”
“Is there a problem?”
Looking at his expression, it seemed like there shouldn’t be one, even if there was.
Daisy spotted the deep furrow etched between his brows and answered at once.
“No problem at all!”
Really, what could possibly go wrong at a gathering where we’re just having light conversation with the neighbors?
* * *
“Sigh.”
Even late into the night, the man maintained his sharp, precisely styled hair as he exhaled heavily.
Dressed in pitch-black formal wear, he had dark blue hair, slate-gray eyes, and sharp, refined features.
In such severe attire, he looked almost like an ascetic clergyman.
But he was no clergyman.
Hugh Belcourt, the Count’s aide, walked quickly down the corridor, pressing a hand to his forehead.
From the lips of a man who seemed incapable of uttering even the softest sound came these words:
“I’m going to die from this…….”
It had been two days like a storm.
More than half the servants had been dismissed—hardly surprising.
They were mad people who’d relieved their stress by tormenting a young mistress; Hugh felt no pity for them.
Now they would never set foot in the County Estate again.
It would be difficult for them to find work as servants anywhere else.
No sane noble would hire someone with a record of child abuse, embezzlement, and theft.
Of course, it would have been better if the young mistress had told him sooner…….
“Though who would she have told? No one was listening.”
Everything around her was either abuse or indifference.
And he himself had only just learned that she was being tormented—didn’t he?
He, the Count’s own aide!
“Ugh, Hugh Belcourt, you absolute idiot!”
Hugh struck his own head with his fists, again and again.
He should have looked into it sooner!
The one saving grace was that the young mistress had taken action, however belated.
‘Has she changed somehow?’
Or was the rumor simply wrong?
She stayed on the third floor so rarely that he’d scarcely ever seen her.
But from what he’d observed up close this time, she was nothing like the rumors suggested—neither foolish nor timid in nature.
‘Regrettable!’
Recalling the final word she’d thrown at the butler being dragged away, Hugh found himself laughing despite himself.
She was a strange and amusing young mistress indeed.
It was hard to believe she’d never enjoyed a life befitting a Count’s daughter.
“Ah, this is no time for this.”
Hugh snapped to attention and quickened his pace.
His work as aide was far from over.
More than half the servants, including the butler, had been dismissed or arrested.
He needed to hire new staff as quickly as possible.
Normally, this would be the Countess’s work, or the butler’s…….
But in this household with neither Countess nor butler, only he could do it.
“Ah, I want to quit so badly.”
Hugh let the corner of his eyes droop wearily as he muttered glumly.
“I shouldn’t have taken that bonus.”
Last night, as Hugh fingered the resignation letter in his inside pocket, the Count had offered him a bonus.
The moment Hugh heard the amount, he found himself nodding before he could help it.
It was far too much money to refuse…….
“Why does our Count have to be so handsome and rich, making life this difficult for people…….”
Had the Count heard him, he would have snapped, “Belcourt, stop talking nonsense.” Hugh muttered the words anyway as he headed toward the office.
At least quitting time was near.
He only needed to get signatures on the new servant roster.
Knock, knock.
“Count, it’s Belcourt—oh, you startled me!”

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