It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 71

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A dark-hearted female lead is overwhelmingly convenient.
#71
Chapter 17. Counseling
That night, Daisy appeared in a dream.
Daisy sat collapsed on a white floor, weeping bitterly.
No matter how much she tried to comfort her, the tears wouldn’t stop.
So Daisy summoned the Black Sparrow in front of her dream-self to show her, danced, even reenacted getting slapped by the butler—really, she pulled out every trick in the book.
Then Daisy laughed.
She laughed while crying.
The way she giggled was so foolishly adorable it made me a little annoyed.
So I held her tight, and I woke up.
……
“Oh my, Miss, you’re awake!”
Even at Dalia’s cheerful greeting, Daisy couldn’t say a word.
She only stared at the ceiling for a long while, her eyes aching.
* * *
“I’ve transferred everything you brought into the new luggage, Miss! These are new Artifacts the Count just ordered. And this is a dress for events, this is the new uniform tailored just now, this is an accessory to wear lightly when you arrive, and also…….”
Daisy watched Dalia endlessly stuffing things into the new luggage and thought.
Couldn’t she end up becoming a peddler who surpasses Straud Burnum?
At this rate, she was going to end up carrying rope too.
“This is a rope enchanted with Unbreakable Magic from the Magic Tower! Use it when you need it!”
……
After hours of packing, Dalia lifted the new luggage with a heave.
That was it.
Daisy finally had a luggage enchanted with Lightening Magic.
“But you’ll be fine with your old hand bag, won’t you? There are plenty of hand bags enchanted with Lightening Magic!”
“I’m fine. This much is exercise too.”
“But the luggage…….”
“Ah, the luggage isn’t for me to carry anyway.”
Recalling the pigeons that fluttered about the Academy as messengers, Daisy snorted and burst into laughter.
Once she picked up her belongings, a carriage was waiting in front of the mansion.
It was as enormous as the one she’d ridden on arrival.
Wait—didn’t it get bigger?
As Daisy examined the carriage with suspicious eyes, Kaelyun, who had already finished all his preparations, took his place beside her.
And when Daisy turned her head toward Kaelyun, she raised her platinum eyebrows.
Kaelyun was staring at something with an oddly awkward expression.
Where on earth…….
Following Kaelyun’s gaze, Daisy let out a short sound of understanding.
“Ah.”line>
No wonder it was awkward.

Count Sablehart stood there with his back perfectly straight.
In the original story, Count Sablehart had never once seen his children off.
No matter where they were going.
But something had changed, and here he was.
……
……
The Count seemed to find this situation awkward as well.
His gaze was fixed on the luggage the servants were busily loading, rather than on the two of them.
“What is it, everyone ready? Why are you all so fast—Father.”
Chester, who had come rushing out in his uniform carelessly thrown on, became a lamb the moment he saw the Count.
The Count, who had been staring blankly at Chester with his eyes lowered and hands clasped respectfully, gestured toward the carriage.
The two men with stiffened footsteps and Daisy, who went her own way regardless, boarded the carriage.
“Then we shall depart.”
With the coachman’s call, the carriage moved so smoothly that you couldn’t tell it had started.
“Miss! Safe travels and good health!”
Dalia, waving her hand with an expression as if she might burst into tears, and
“I’ll send you the new sweater soon.”
Hugh Belcort, still dressed from head to toe in black with an ascetic impression,
……
and the Count, who said nothing, slowly receded from view through the window.
The Count stood in that spot until she was no longer visible through the window.
“…….”
It was a very strange feeling.
* * *
‘So that’s the Top Student…….’
‘Four marks for Counseling Required……’
‘Sablehart, as expected…….’
By the time Daisy arrived at the Academy, her grades were already the talk of the school.
Heaven help me.
Whoever’s spreading this, if I catch them, I’m sending them somewhere.
‘If it were Lydia’s clique, they’d have been too embarrassed to mention my grades, but then it must be…….’
“…….”
“…….”
“It wasn’t me!”
Her roommate, Nora Spence, who had been under Daisy’s scrutiny, yelped and jumped to her feet.
“Haven’t you heard the saying? A guilty conscience needs no accuser.”
“I haven’t heard it! And I’m telling you it really wasn’t me!”
“If you come clean, I’ll go easy on you.”
“I mean, everyone who attended that banquet goes to Eldvain Academy anyway — did you really think the rumor wouldn’t spread?!”
“……!”
Nora Spence making a fair point — how surprising!
“Your expression just now really bothers me.”
Nora, who had been eyeing Daisy with reluctance, heaved a short sigh.
Then, after a moment of hesitation, she mumbled and opened her mouth.
“……sorry.”
“What?”
“……I said sorry.”
“What are you saying?”
“Ah, I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!”
Nora Spence burst out loudly.
Then, as if she’d realized something, she bit her lip again.
Daisy, who had been watching her quietly, asked.
“Sorry for what?”
“Just for everything…….”
“Why, did you think you needed to make friends now that I’m getting good grades and seem to be getting favorable treatment from the Count’s house?”
“What?! That’s not it! I went crazy thinking about it…….”
“Went crazy thinking about it? What does that mean?”
“I, well, it’s just……something.”
Nora, who had brushed it aside vaguely, sighed briefly before continuing.
“I was just upset about going into the Labyrinth of Bears and my father being disrespected… but because of you, people started acknowledging him again…….”
She was grateful.
Watching her father struggle to be accepted into the mainstream, she began to understand a little.
How ridiculous it was to cling to Lydia’s side, to say whatever she wanted to hear, and to live off the scraps she threw down like alms.
And how pitiful her own figure had been, desperately struggling to enter that group of people who had cast her aside.
While she lived that way, Daisy, who had suffered, changed.
At that banquet, Daisy had shone brilliantly.
It wasn’t simply because she wore a beautiful dress and beautiful accessories.
It was because she stood there alone and whole, unconcerned with anyone’s eyes, bowing to no one’s wishes.
That was why she shone.
She wanted to become like that too.
Like Daisy Sablehart.
“So the Labyrinth of Bears doesn’t bother you anymore?”
Daisy, who had been watching Nora quietly, opened her mouth.
“It’s not like I can undo it now.”
My schedule’s already been posted.
Nora answered with a voice tinged with some resignation, but also some anticipation.
Then, after looking at something for a moment, she opened her mouth again.
“But there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask since before.”
Nora’s gaze landed on Daisy’s bed.
“Did your Black Sparrow die?”
[Crackle.]
“It’s alive.”
“…….”
“But why is it doing that?”
On Daisy’s bed, right in the center, a black sparrow lay sprawled on its back with wings spread wide, showing off its belly.
“……On strike.”
“On strike?”
* * *
As Kaelyun rode back to the Academy in the carriage, he gazed at the sparrow stretched out across Daisy’s lap and asked.
‘Daisy.’
‘Why.’
‘What’s with this sparrow? Why is it acting like this?’
‘On strike.’
‘On strike?’
‘Says it’ll keep it up until you give it a name.’
‘What?! You haven’t named it yet?!’
Chester blurted the question out loudly, but the moment Daisy’s gaze fell on him, he immediately clapped his hand to the back of his neck and shut his mouth.
Am I about to get hit again?
Sorry.
‘Well…….’
Daisy let out a soft sigh and gently scratched the sparrow’s round belly.
‘I just don’t know what to call it yet.’
Kaelyun nodded as if he understood.
‘Ah, so you want to give it a good name.’
‘…….’
Oh, that’s it.
Only then did Daisy realize why she’d been putting off naming the summon.
She wanted to give it a proper name.
‘I understand. I felt the same way.’
‘So what did you name yours?’
‘Sebastian.’
‘I went with Edward.’
‘…….’
Recalling that Daisy’s own summon had been named Elisabeth, she decided that this abysmal naming sense was clearly hereditary.
* * *
Pondering what name to give the striking black sparrow, Daisy made her way to the office of Abyad Kutub, the herbalism professor.
It was because the first of the four counseling sessions scheduled for today was herbalism.
And as she stepped into the research office, Daisy…….
“…….”
“Why are you standing there? Come in, please.”
“…….”
“I brewed this red bean tea myself just this morning.”
Abyad Kutub, the herbalism professor, spoke warmly.
Daisy swallowed hard.
Cold sweat trickled down her spine.
A summons to the research office.
Freshly brewed red bean tea.
A suspiciously kind professor.
Combine these three, and only one conclusion emerges.
Trouble.

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