It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 69

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A villainous female lead makes everything overwhelmingly convenient.
#69
Right.
Daisy resigned herself to the thought.
So it had finally come—that question.
She could almost hear the rustle of the Report Card in her pocket.
It wasn’t even a boomerang, so why did it keep coming back?
“How did you do on your grades? Did you get good marks?”
Lydia asked in a cheerful voice, the way one might ask a close friend.
“Why aren’t you answering? You’re breaking my heart! Kaelon, do you happen to know what marks Daisy received?”
Lydia tilted her head as she turned the question toward Kaelon.
“I have no idea.”
Kaelon withdrew his arm with such natural ease that no one else would have noticed his reply.
…….
Lydia gripped his hand—the one still faintly warm from contact—more tightly.
She was irritated by what felt like him keeping her at a distance, but she couldn’t let it show.
Lydia broke into a radiant smile and turned to Kaelon.
“Why don’t you ask Daisy what marks she got? Go on!”
Kaelon’s gaze shifted toward Daisy.
Daisy fixed him with a glare, her expression unreadable, and sent a wordless message.
‘Ask and you die.’
…….
After a moment’s silence, Kaelon swiftly sidestepped the shin within reach and posed his question instead.
“Lydia, what about your grades?”
Lydia didn’t notice the conversation had smoothly shifted away, and her face flushed at Kaelon’s attentive question.
“Oh, I—I just got rather ordinary marks.”
“Ordinary, nothing!”
Frisia, Lydia’s left-hand companion, exclaimed dramatically.
“She got nearly all P’s!”
“Nearly? More like practically all P’s! Everything except the physical disciplines!”
Mel, Lydia’s right-hand companion, nodded in agreement.
“Then isn’t Lydia in first place?!”
Hearing Frisia’s admiring cry, the people nearby also nodded, impressed.
Of course.
Lydia smirked inwardly.
She had no doubt whatsoever that her grades were first.
She was first in Raven’s Hall—no way would someone from another dormitory manage to surpass those marks.
Yet Lydia betrayed nothing, instead offering a flustered smile and shaking her head.
“I wouldn’t say that. Compared to you, Kaelon, who gets P’s in every subject every time, I’m far behind.”
“Getting P’s in all the foundational courses is nearly impossible since you have to take every discipline. I got a failing grade in Magic Class, so I’m no better off than you.”
“Kaelon…….”
Lydia blinked, moved by his earnest words.
‘There—go play both the drum and the janggu while you’re at it.’
This was the moment.
Daisy turned slightly and slipped into the crowd…….
“Daisy must have gotten at least one P, surely?”
…….
So the Report Card bounced back like a boomerang, and now the grades question was bouncing back like one too.
“If you don’t get at least one P, you face Expulsion, after all.”
Lydia, if you’re going to act, commit to it.
Your voice just now sounded far too eager.
“It’s probably Magic Class, isn’t it?”
In the meantime, Frisia, Lydia’s left companion, asked in a bright voice.
“Why, you made that spicy chicken in Magic Class, didn’t you—ooh!”
Mel, the right companion, scowled and jabbed her sharply in the ribs, and Frisia clapped her mouth shut with a startled expression.
At that sound, Lydia, who had been quiet for a moment, turned to Kaelon.
“By the way, since you mention it—could you maybe clean that thing up? The one that wanders around during every class?”
…….
“It’s hard to concentrate when it moves around the classroom. So as Student Council Chair, you could…….”
But Lydia’s words were cut short.
“If the professor let it be, then that was the professor’s will.”
Kaelon’s voice was unwavering as he answered.
“The Student Council president doesn’t grant personal favors.”
“…….”
“…….”
Oh dear.
Daisy thought to herself.
Her face had gone completely red.
Lydia’s cheeks and even the nape of her neck flushed crimson as she stammered to speak.
“I-I didn’t mean to trouble you. I just…….”
“I know.”
“…….”
Lydia closed her mouth.
At that, Mel and Frisia also fell silent, sensing the shift in mood.
‘A novel suppression technique.’
Daisy turned her gaze from Lydia’s group, which had gone quiet in an instant, and thought to herself.
‘Well, I can’t complain.’
Daisy shrugged and leaned slightly toward Kaelon, asking in the smallest of voices.
“I’m heading out now.”
Kaelon leaned toward Daisy in turn and whispered back.
“Dinner’s about to start.”
Daisy hesitated for a moment before correcting herself.
“……I’ll come right back after eating.”
“Heh.”
Instead of answering, Kaelon let out a stifled laugh.
“…….”
Are you laughing?
A safe distance away from Daisy, who was lifting the hem of her dress slightly, Kaelon spoke in a soothing tone.
“Let’s head to the Dining Hall.”
“…….”
Watching the two of them walk toward the Dining Hall side by side, Lydia bit her lip.
She felt unsettled—a seat she’d been certain would soon be hers appeared to be filled.
“Oh, what’s that?”
It was then.
Frisia spotted a white slip of paper sticking out from Daisy’s Deep Green Dress and whispered quietly.
At the same moment, Daisy reached in and pushed it deeper into her pocket, then glanced nervously around.
That’s it.
Lydia’s face brightened instantly.
* * *
Seated in an extraordinarily awkward spot—Kaelon on her right and Lydia on her left—Daisy devoured every dish that was served.
She felt Lydia’s occasional disapproving glances but paid them no mind.
Today’s meal was exceptional.
Chester, seated to Lydia’s left, sat with a distinctly disgruntled expression.
Why did he always look so put out?
Thinking it wasn’t her concern, Daisy surveyed the Dining Hall.
Remarkably, Nora Spence was sitting alone quite far away.
Now that she thought about it, she was part of Lydia’s circle too.
Since she attended every party with them, she must be living in the area.
Nora Spence sat looking half-cowed and half-wounded, picking at her dessert.
“…….”
Thinking that wasn’t her business either, Daisy picked up her fork and pierced the Apple Pie that had come out for dessert.
Beneath the crispy crust lay a generous filling of tender, fragrant stewed apples.
Truly,
“This Apple Pie is superb!”
My goodness, I didn’t realize I’d said that out loud.
Lifting her head, Daisy spotted a portly man seated beside the Count of Seableheart.
The man’s hair was… pink. Good heavens.
It was Penmarche!
“Eat plenty, Lydia!”
“……Yes, Father.”
Penmarche only laughed harder at Lydia’s clenched-teeth reply, which so clearly meant *don’t talk to me*.
“Isn’t she charming?”
“I suppose.”
“You have no idea how worried I was when I sent her to the Academy.”
“I see.”
“But her grades have been so excellent—except for two subjects, every single mark is a P!”
Daisy understood only then.
This gathering was itself a vast Parent Association meeting.
And when parents gathered, what else would they discuss?
Naturally, grades.
“My goodness, congratulations, Marquess!”
“Your daughter must be such a credit to you—I imagine you haven’t a worry in the world!”
Congratulations erupted from all corners of the table.
The Marquess patted his belly contentedly, laughing, then turned to Baron Spence, who sat a short distance away.
“And how are the Baron’s daughter’s grades?”
“Ah? Well, ha… adequately, I’d say.”
At her father’s words, Nora Spence bowed her head low.
“Is that so? How fortunate! When our daughter heard that the Baron’s daughter had ventured into the Bear’s Labyrinth, you can’t imagine how anxious we were.”
“Ha ha, your concern is much appreciated…….”
“Now then, how about the Count’s daughter? Her grades—and if I recall correctly, the Count’s daughter also entered the Bear’s Labyrinth, didn’t she?”
“…….”
“…….”
The dining table, crowded with so many guests, fell suddenly silent.
Eyes darted across the table—some gauging the Count’s reaction, others alight with curiosity and intrigue toward Daisy.
The Count glanced sideways at Daisy.
She was busily eating her apple pie, which made it abundantly clear she had no wish to discuss her grades.
He felt a flicker of curiosity, but no inclination to press the matter.
After all, he had shown her no interest until now, had left her in this predicament precisely because of that neglect—and now to suddenly concern himself with her grades would be far too petty.
“Well,”
the Count said in his usual indifferent tone.
“Her grades are hardly remarkable,”
he was about to say he paid them no mind, when—
“Oh my, Daisy! What’s this?”
Lydia, seated beside Daisy, suddenly pulled something from Daisy’s pocket.
Daisy, who had been enthusiastically shoving apple pie into her mouth, gasped and dropped her fork.
*This cursed Report Card! It’s popping out again?!*
Before Daisy could stop her, Lydia unfolded it and cried out with innocent curiosity.
“It’s Daisy’s Report Card! So her grades are…….”
“…….”
“…….”
Chester snatched the Report Card from Lydia’s frozen hands, her mouth still hanging open.
“What the hell is this?”

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