It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 85

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A corrupted heroine is overwhelmingly convenient.
#85
Chapter 21. Special Class
I woke to find my schedule had changed.
“What?”
Daisy stared intently at the new schedule laid out on her desk.
Everything else was identical, but something felt off about the Swordsmanship class.
The time, location, and even the instructor had changed.
(Tuesday 6:00 — 12:00)
Basic Swordsmanship, Catherine Branholt
First Training Hall.
“Catherine Branholt……?”
It was a name she recognized.
As Daisy turned it over in her mind, she finally remembered: that was the name of the Knight Dean—the one she’d heard during her Swordsmanship counseling.
“The Knight Dean is teaching it herself?”
A creeping unease began to coil in her chest.
The Knight Dean’s lessons didn’t exactly help maintain a quiet, peaceful, unremarkable day at the Academy.
But there was no way around it.
A quiet, peaceful, unremarkable life at the Academy left no room for “self-imposed absences.”
“Ugh, I’m dying of drowsiness… what time is it?”
In a bedroom with not a shred of sunlight, it was nearly impossible to judge the time by instinct.
Daisy checked the small clock on the mantelpiece.
5:56.
“Mmm, no wonder I’m so tired. I woke up incredibly early.”
Yawning so wide her jaw nearly split, Daisy checked the schedule once more.
“So the class starts at…….”
(Tuesday 6:00 — 12:00)
“…….”
6:00
“Damn it!”
Daisy snatched up the Basic Swordsmanship Textbook and bolted like a shot.
Bang!
“W-wha……?”
Nora Spence, still heavy with sleep, blinked drowsily before burying her face back in her pillow.
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“Bronze, the First Training Hall!”
The moment she called out to Bronze as if summoning a beast of burden, the Bronze Navigation shimmered and sprang forth with a metallic twang.
As much as its name suggested, it was a steadfast companion.
[→First Training Hall→]
Following the direction the Bronze Navigation indicated, Daisy ran in frantic haste.
The clock already read 6:00 sharp.
There wasn’t any severe penalty for being late.
‘But if I slip in late, everyone will notice me…!’
To avoid that dreadful scenario, Daisy pressed hard on Bronze’s heels.
It was just as she was about to round one final corner.
The Bronze Navigation, which had been pointing toward the First Training Hall, suddenly trembled and shifted to display something new.
[→Shhhh←]
“……!”
Daisy instinctively fell silent.
At that same moment, the hushed voice of a man leaked through a nearby open doorway.
“N-no, sir! I’m certain I prepared everything properly……!”
The man’s voice sounded half-angry and half-terrified.
The voice on the other end came through muffled and indistinct.
Peering slightly through the gap in the door, she could see a man pacing nervously about the room, holding a Communication Artifact to his ear.
Oh dear, she couldn’t eavesdrop on a private call like this.
Daisy tiptoed away, careful to make no sound.
But the man’s next words stopped her dead in her tracks.
“Yes, I’m certain that… no, sir! You saw it yourself! How violently that damned wolf was raging…….”
A wolf?
Daisy’s brow furrowed.
Of course, there were many wolves in existence.
But if they were wolves mentioned at the Academy, there probably weren’t that many.
Like Sundol, for instance…….
“The results were flawless! But there was something unexpected…… something I couldn’t explain…… something I was looking for…….”
Because the voice had grown softer, the rest of the sentence didn’t come through clearly.
Daisy pressed her ear a bit closer through the crack of the open door.
“I’ll prepare again…… no problem. Once more…… it will be. In fact…… the more there are, the greater the effect…….”
Listening to the voice that came through in fragments, Daisy suddenly realized she’d heard it before.
Yes, like she’d heard it somewhere once…….
As Daisy pondered where she’d heard it and took another step forward, it happened.
“Ah, hurry up! You’re late!”
At the ringing voice that echoed from the end of the corridor, Daisy looked up blankly.
And through the narrow door crack, their eyes met.
“Who’s there!”
Bang!
With a sharp shout, a man bolted out like lightning.
But there was no one outside the room.
Well, not exactly no one.
“Oh, Professor! We made noise, didn’t we? We’re sorry!”
“We apologize!”
Two students walking from the end of the corridor hurried to apologize.
But that wasn’t what mattered to the man.
‘Someone was definitely there……!’
Though the crack in the door was small and he hadn’t seen clearly, he had definitely caught a glimpse of shadowed eyes.
‘Who on earth… how much did they hear……?’
The man who had been grinding his teeth managed his expression.
Then, turning to the approaching students, he smiled gently and spoke in a warm tone.
“Ah, that’s all right. By the way, did you happen to see anyone standing here?”
The students, confident they wouldn’t be scolded by the professor’s genial manner, spoke louder.
“No! There was no one!”
“I didn’t see anyone either!”
“You arrived late anyway!”
“But we would’ve definitely seen if someone was in the corridor!”
“Now, you two, don’t quarrel.”
The man, leaving a habitually gentle remark to the students who had started bickering again, gazed down the empty corridor.
The wind blowing in through the open corridor window felt oddly cold.
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Insane.
That’s what Daisy thought.
“I knew something felt off about him…….”
The man who had mentioned the wolf beyond the door was none other than the Alchemy Professor.
She remembered the face she’d seen at the gift-giving ceremony in Eldvain.
Chestnut-brown hair, eyes with a slightly drooping gaze, fine wrinkles around them.
It was definitely that professor who had arrived new this semester.
Fortunately, the window was open and they were on the second floor.
I had almost been caught listening.
‘This won’t do. I’ll need to redraw the Magic Circle.’
‘Don’t worry. It won’t take long.’
Recalling the gentle tone of voice she’d heard at the Eldvain gift-giving ceremony, Daisy furrowed her brow.
Something was certainly bothering her, but it was difficult to explain exactly what it was.
Moreover,
“He was definitely reporting to someone.”
It wasn’t just a simple conversation—it was clearly a dialogue with a hierarchical relationship.
…….
I should find out more.
With that thought, Daisy entered the First Training Hall.
And…….
…….
…….
“So Daisy Sable Heart has finally arrived.”
Oh right, I was late!
Having completely forgotten that she’d arrived tardy, Daisy found herself the center of attention.
A thin sheen of cold sweat beaded on her skin.
Catherine Branholt, who had been watching Daisy’s eyes dart about in panic, let out a short sigh and spoke.
“I thought you’d drowned in the fountain on the way here.”
“…My apologies.”
“Well, as long as you didn’t. Go on inside.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Daisy quickly bowed her head and turned toward the assembled students.
And nearly let out a shriek.
“Gulp.”
There were far too many familiar faces.
Felix she could understand.
Well, even Gale was manageable.
But why Cedric was here, and Jern as well—she couldn’t fathom it for the life of her.
How on earth were they all in the same class? What kind of combination was this?
“All of you received ‘Counseling Required’ in Basic Swordsmanship.”
Ah.
Now it clicked for Daisy.
Felix was nothing less than the world’s greatest villain, Gale was the most celebrated Holy Knight, and Cedric was the commander of the Imperial Guard.
Jern, though somewhat behind the other three, had a reputation for possessing excellent swordsmanship.
So there was nothing strange about these four receiving “Counseling Required.”
The truly strange part was that Daisy Sable-heart was among them.
“Why would Daisy Sable-heart…”
“Just because you tore up a book doesn’t mean you’re good with a sword…”
“Look at her wrists. She’ll break them swinging a sword around…”
And it seemed Daisy wasn’t the only one thinking such thoughts.
Whispers from the other students pricked the back of her head like needles.
Since there was nothing wrong with what they were saying, Daisy simply listened in silence.
Catherine Branholt, her gaze sweeping across the room, spoke in a low, forceful voice.
“We’ve had quite a number of students receiving ‘Counseling Required’ this year. So I’ve decided to gather them and teach them separately.”
In other words, a Special Class.
This made even less sense.
Me, who lived as a 9-to-6 office worker in my old world, now in an advanced swordsmanship class?
There was no bigger absurdity than this.
The professors would find out soon enough.
Just as the other new students thought—tearing up books had nothing to do with being good with a sword.
And once they did, she could return to the comfortable Basic Swordsmanship class.
Daisy was certain of it.

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