It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 8

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The Darkened Female Lead Is Overwhelmingly Convenient
#8
Of course she was late.
Daisy rolled off the boy without hesitation the moment she caught the look in his eyes—the one that said five more seconds of dithering and he’d knock her unconscious for real.
Tumble-tumble.
…….
Why, though?
The boy, who had been regarding her graceless form with disdain, slowly pushed himself upright.
Then he brushed the stone dust from his hands with a pat-pat.
…….
It was an enormous hand.
Yes, precisely—the handprint left was this large.
Daisy looked down at her own hand.
She’d gripped it so hard that the skin bore red marks from his fingers.
When she lifted her gaze, beyond the boy stretched a labyrinthine corridor that was decidedly not heaven.
Daisy stared into the dim passage and asked him a question.
“You’re the one who grabbed my hand?”
The boy turned to face her.
Pallid skin.
Jet-black hair.
Eyes of pale grey.
Sharp, angular features.
The boy’s face—beautiful but entirely devoid of human warmth—gleamed faintly beneath the candlelight.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
By that point, she was already falling.
No matter how strong one’s grip, pulling against the force of gravity was never easy.
Perhaps he had fallen too.
Beneath the collapsing dormitory floor…….
“……because.”
The words that escaped between his trembling lips were scarcely a whisper.
“What?”
Daisy stepped closer, trying to catch what he’d said.
But he didn’t let her near.
Without hesitation, he turned and walked deeper into the labyrinth.
Thump-thump.
As she watched his receding figure disappear without a moment’s doubt, Daisy suddenly came to her senses and called out.
“Thank you!”
She hated teamwork with a passion, and group projects were absolutely abhorrent to her.
But she wasn’t going to repay kindness with ingratitude.
The boy paused for a moment, then fell silent.
Daisy was about to speak louder, thinking he hadn’t heard her, when—
“Tsk.”
A tisk?
“How pathetic.”
This bastard?
Without so much as a glance back, the boy continued on his way.
……Huh?
As she watched his figure vanish around the corner, Daisy let out a hollow laugh.
Seriously, even setting aside his rough demeanor, he clicked his tongue at a word of thanks?
“What a rude bastard.”
Daisy concluded firmly.
He really was unbearably rude.
“Truly living up to the role of a reserve villain…….”
Wait. A villain?
“Oh.”
Daisy’s gasp echoed through the empty labyrinth corridor.
“I remember now.”
Felix Arderon.
The villain duke who inherited his mother’s madness and became the empire’s nightmare.
In the original work, he appeared only once, though rumors swirled about him endlessly—yet Daisy had not forgotten that striking entrance.
Because he had nearly killed Daisy Seabert’s husband.
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「He emerged from the darkness.
“Daisy.”
His hands were drenched in blood as he called her name.
Was he wounded?
Yet his movements toward her were fluid, graceful beyond measure.
In the darkness, his gray eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light.
It was not difficult to discern who he was.
Felix Arderon.
The fallen Duke.
‘Duke, nothing. A monster.’
Her husband, who spoke of hundreds of corpses left by his hand, made no effort to hide his revulsion.
Yet even he had not anticipated such a direct intervention in the matter of eliminating a fellow duke.
“Daisy Seabert.”
Those gray eyes—they seemed tinged with something tender.
It felt as though she had glimpsed them before, somewhere in the distant past.
Very long ago.
Daisy’s lips parted slowly.
“Fel—”
But she could not finish speaking his name.
“My lady!”
“Duchess!”
“Are you unharmed?!”
In that instant, the knights came rushing in all at once.
And when she turned her head,
Felix Arderon was gone.」
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Reading that passage, Kwon Do-yo found herself thinking:
No matter how she looked at it, calling Felix a “villain” felt somehow off.
A villain trying to assassinate another villain?
Wasn’t “angel” the more fitting term?
His appearance was rather angelic too, after all.
Pale though he was…….
Thanks to Felix beating that bastard half to death, the soda she tasted for the first time was wonderfully refreshing.
Of course, that terrible cringe had returned once Daisy began nursing her husband back to health with devoted care…….
That single sip of soda only kindled a deeper thirst…….
The bright smile that had bloomed across Daisy’s face faded in an instant.
A truly desolate story it was.
What wealth and glory did I think I’d gain by reading something like that?
Then, quite suddenly, Daisy shook her head.
“……No. I just have to live differently from now on.”
Within the labyrinth where students had scattered like seeds, all was profoundly still.
Yes, the original work was only the original work.
From this moment forward, she would simply live as she chose.
Quietly and peacefully.
Alone.
“Mmm.”
Daisy stretched her sluggish body idly and spoke without thinking.
“How peaceful.”
She should never have said such a thing.
“—zy!”
From very far away, a faint echo traveled through the damp air.
“—zy-y-y!”
“—zy?”
“—y-zy-y-y-y!”
“What? Who on earth is——”
“Daisy-y-y-y-y!”
At the far end of the silent corridor, a brown dog—Milo Everett—appeared with a sudden bound.
Undeterred by the humid air, he came racing toward her, his fine hair tousled and floating about him.
Seeing him approach without a scratch on him, a smile of approval crossed Daisy’s face.
Of course, his voice came out gruff.
“If you could run like that, you should’ve done it sooner….”
“Daisyyyy!”
“Huh?”
“Run!”
Daisy’s furrowed gaze shifted past Milo.
There was nothing behind him.
Well, one thing.
A small cockroach was skittering after him at terrifying speed.
“Ha.”
Daisy let out a hollow laugh.
Cute.
“Oh, so you were that scared of a little cockroach? I’ll squash it for….”
In that instant, the cockroach grew to 180 centimeters tall.
“…you right now!”
Gregor Samsa
(*The protagonist of Franz Kafka’s “The Metamorphosis”)
—what in the world was he doing here?
Daisy, recalling the protagonist from that novel who’d woken up one day transformed into a gigantic insect, barely managed to cling to her fading consciousness.
From atop the cockroach’s head—the size of a human head—antennae thick as forearms waved about wildly.
“Gag.”
Since she didn’t want to call him a 180-centimeter cockroach, she’d just refer to him as Mr. Samsa for now.
Chirrrp!
Mr. Samsa, making that signature insect sound, began to scurry forward, moving his six massive legs in unison.
Dear God!
Daisy spun around and ran, praying desperately.
I fear I may faint momentarily…!
The overwhelming detail was grotesque beyond mere revulsion.
Gritting her teeth and running, Daisy screamed.
“Damn it, what the hell did you bring with you, you bastard!”
Chirrrp!
“That wasn’t meant for Mr. Samsa!”
“Ugh, it’s disgusting!”
“This way!”
Dodging the antennae she could feel grazing her from mere inches away, Daisy cut around the corner and regretted her words.
She wasn’t the one who’d said it was peaceful!
Chapter 3. Escape
As a general rule, there are certain things a working person must never say if they wish to maintain a peaceful daily life.
‘Great! I’ll get off work early today!’
‘Great! Everything’s perfect, no problems!’
‘Great! Almost done!’
The moment such words left one’s mouth, an inevitably catastrophic flag was raised.
A massive flag for overtime….
Daisy had said it was peaceful.
And so it became anything but.
Chirrrp!
Taking a sharp turn away from where Gregor’s voice echoed, Daisy cried out silently.
I understand! Mr. Samsa never wanted to become an insect either!
Chirrrp!
But now that you’ve become one, would it be too much to ask you to celebrate with some light insecticide?
Chirrrp!
As if to tell her to stop talking nonsense, Mr. Samsa’s speed increased.
“Aaaaaahhh!”
Before she could even exhale the breath choking her throat, Daisy fled from the 180-centimeter insect.
Her lungs felt like they were tearing.
“D-Daisy! Again! A split! Path!”
Milo, equally breathless, pointed ahead and shouted.
Damn.
Daisy squeezed her eyes shut.
Right or left?
She’d already turned right three times in a row.
So statistically…….
“Left!”
Daisy cried out.
Without slowing her pace in the slightest, she swerved left and caught sight of a curving passage ahead.
“Please……!”
Daisy rounded the corner, praying desperately.
And she thought:
‘This insane, deranged, perverted labyrinth bastard!’
Probability mean nothing to it?
“Four turns to the right in a row — does that make any sense?!”
Staring at the massive stone wall blocking her path, Daisy let out a scream of despair.
Ahead: a stone wall!
Behind: Gregor Zamza!
She was facing the crisis of her life.

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