It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 70

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A villainess protagonist makes things overwhelmingly convenient.
#70
What else would it be?
A Report Card showing dead last in the entire school, you idiot.
Daisy rose from her seat and extended her hand toward Chester.
“Chester, hand it over. Now.”
The children who knew Daisy gasped in shock at her demeanor.
They would never have dreamed she’d speak to Chester in such a manner.
But Chester did not return the Report Card.
Instead, he bolted upright and began brandishing Daisy’s Report Card like a weapon.
“This… Daisy… her grades… are you insane?!”
“Chester, there are guests watching. Mind your tongue.”
Kaerun warned quietly.
“Is that what matters right now?!”
But Chester’s excitement would not subside.
“She’s actually—”
Chester examined the Report Card once more and began counting something.
What he was counting hardly required explanation.
There was only one way to stop him from spiraling.
“‘Consultation Needed’ shows up nine times!”
Smack!
…….
…….
Did Miss Daisy just strike the back of Chester’s neck?
Someone’s quiet question echoed through the now-silent dining hall.
Daisy offered no answer.
Instead, she lifted the unconscious Chester with ease, seated him in his chair, extracted the Report Card from his hand, and shoved it into her pocket.
Pop!
The stiff Report Card sprang right back out.
She stuffed it back in.
It popped out again.
She stuffed it back in.
It popped—
…….
After gazing at the sky with a look of resignation, Daisy finally gave up on hiding the Report Card.
Lydia had seen it. Chester had seen it.
Rumors about her grades would spread before long.
In that case, it would be better to announce it herself.
Yes, surely they wouldn’t kill her in front of all these people.
Daisy thrust the stiff Report Card toward Count Seiblehart across from her.
…….
The Count accepted it with his usual expressionless face.
And then…….
‘Freedom!’
Daisy pumped her fist in triumph at a Report Card that would no longer materialize from her pocket.
‘This insane Academy, truly a madhouse…….’
Muttering the habitual complaint that slipped out, Daisy waited for the Count’s stern rebuke.
But then…….
…….
…….
What’s this……?
The Count, whom she expected to say coldly at any moment, “To bring home such a disgraceful Report Card—a stain upon our house,” remained oddly silent.
Perhaps he was saying nothing because they were in front of others.
Yet the Count continued to stare at the Report Card without so much as blinking.
His hair had been brushed back so many times that his otherwise neat locks now stood disheveled.
Daisy stammered hastily.
“I—next time I’ll bring better grades…….”
But instead of answering, the Count passed the Report Card to Kaerun.
Is he so shocked he’s handing it around……?
Kaerun’s reaction was no different from the Count’s.
Kaerun kept rubbing his eyes in disbelief, then washed his face with his hands several times.
Only then did he open his mouth slowly.
“There are… four instances of ‘Consultation Needed.'”
“…….”
“…….”
A sharp intake of breath.
Someone gasped loudly.
A few covered their mouths; others rose from their seats to get a better look at Daisy’s face.
“Why, why are you all…….”
It was then that a bewildered Daisy took a step back.
One noblewoman spoke up.
“Wait a moment. Then that means the top grade in this Basic Class isn’t Lydia, but rather—”
Kaerun answered calmly, though his voice trembled slightly.
“It appears to be Daisy.”
Beg your pardon?
* * *
O gracious keeper of prayers.
It’s been a whole month—has that prayer to become Hermione still not been cancelled?
“…….”
Of course, the prayer of this troublesome channeler received no answer.
Daisy gripped her hair roughly and bowed her head.
Between strands of platinum blonde now tangled in every direction lay a crumpled Report Card.
She’d placed first school-wide.
The grades had been confirmed by none other than the student council president himself.
Apparently, receiving four instances of “Consultation Needed” was an Academy first.
There had to be some kind of mistake.
Who writes “Excellent Performance” as “Consultation Needed”?
“We’ll actually hold those consultations.”
“What?”
“We need to adjust the course pace. Once spring break ends, you’ll be meeting with the professors from all four of your subjects.”
“…….”
Fantastic. One more reason to run away.
Truly, a cursed situation.
Remove one reason to flee, and it provides another.
How generous.
It was then.
From a refreshment table a short distance away, Count Seiblehart’s voice rang out.
“So my daughter placed first.”
“C-congratulations, Count…….”
“I’ve done nothing to deserve credit.”
“Surely that’s not true…….”
“But it seems this is an Academy first.”
“Ah, yes…….”
……What was that man going on about?
Daisy shook her head and rose from her seat.
Now that the Report Card ordeal was over, exhaustion crashed down on her like a wave.
“I’m heading upstairs.”
“……All right.”
Kaerun, noticing his own eyes beginning to droop, let her go without protest.
“So that rumor doesn’t seem to be unfounded, after all.”
As Daisy slipped out of the hall, she caught the voice of a noblewoman.
“What rumor, madam?”
“That only geniuses enter the Bear’s Labyrinth! Well, there was some scandal that kept it quiet, but the Duchess herself was a prodigy beyond compare, wasn’t she?”
“Now that you mention it, even when I attended the Academy, the top student always seemed to come from the Bear’s Labyrinth.”
“So Miss Nora Spence also…….”
The gathered nobles turned to regard Nora Spence with expressions of surprise.
Baron Spence stood behind Nora Spence with a somewhat brighter expression than before.
“Miss Nora, my child enters the Academy next year—could you tell us how you managed to get into the Bear’s Labyrinth?”
“Oh, do tell us as well.”
“Yes, please!”
Nora came toward me with an awkward expression that held a glimmer of joy.
Then our eyes met.
And Daisy felt a flutter of surprise.
For Nora had shaped her lips to mouth these words to me.
‘Thank you.’
Daisy lifted her shoulders in a confused shrug.
‘What did I do?’
Nora didn’t laugh at Daisy’s response.
She only glanced at her father, then turned to face the waiting noblewomen.
…….
Daisy slipped out of the reception hall in a daze.
And when she reached the 2nd Floor where her room was located.
Someone was standing on the stairs leading up to the 3rd Floor.
It was Lydia Penmaich, dressed in a slightly rumpled Sky Blue Dress.
“So you’ve moved your room to the 2nd Floor?”
At Lydia’s cold voice, Daisy let out a brief, startled laugh.
“Giving up the act already?”
“Too bad. Your room in the 3rd Floor corner would’ve been perfect.”
Lydia laughed brightly as she spoke.
That face which had looked pretty on entrance day no longer seemed pretty to her at all.
Daisy wondered what she felt whenever she thought of someone like this as a friend.
“That dress doesn’t suit you either. Navy is perfect for you. I’ve always told you so. That would be enough.”
“Just say it, Lydia.”
“What?”
“That you’re envious of me in this dress.”
“Ha! That’s absurd…….”
“Say that you’re envious of me in this dress, envious of me for moving my room to the 2nd Floor, envious of me for getting good grades.”
“I……!”
Finally, Lydia couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Why would I be envious of someone like you?! I’m a Duke’s daughter! My abilities and looks are incomparable to yours! A life like yours, abandoned by family and despised by servants…….”
“You’re right. That’s how it was.”
Daisy nodded as if she’d just remembered something.
Seeing this, the light in Lydia’s sky-blue eyes wavered.
It was strange.
Daisy should have broken down in tears hearing such words.
But the emerald eyes gazing out at the bright 2nd Floor corridor showed no sign of being hurt.
Or rather, more than hurt…….
“So I’ve decided not to live like that anymore.”
Faced with those fierce, determined eyes, Lydia felt it instinctively.
Something was going wrong.
“……What?”
“When I thought about it, it seemed such a waste.”
As Daisy spoke, Lydia began to understand her meaning.
Her goal of escaping this damned original story after graduation hadn’t changed.
But while she was here, couldn’t she at least enjoy it?
All these things that someone desired so desperately.
“So I thought I’d go back to my rightful place.”
To Daisy Seiblehart’s place.
“I’m going to try living a life where I’m loved and acknowledged, as the daughter of Count Seiblehart. That’s what I mean.”
Daisy stepped toward Lydia.
Lydia instinctively stepped back, but then caught herself and stopped, biting her lip hard.
The way she’d flinched from Daisy seemed to wound her pride.
To such a Lydia, Daisy bowed slightly and spoke with sincerity.
“Thank you for today.”
Thanks to you, I found out I placed first overall.
Pat. Pat.
Daisy gave Lydia’s shoulder a light tap and turned away.
Then she opened the grandest door on the 2nd Floor and stepped inside.
For just a moment the door stood ajar, and warmth poured from the blazing fireplace, glittering light from the furniture and chandelier spilled out in a torrent—then vanished.
As if to say it was never yours to begin with.

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