It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 86

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The corrupted heroine is overwhelmingly convenient.
#86
“I’ve crafted a sword suited to each of your bodies and movements. From now on, in this class, you’ll each train appropriately with your own blade. When I call your name, come forward and take it.”
“Wow……!”
“That’s insane!”
The freshmen gasped at Lord Brannholde’s words.
They’d never dreamed that even in a beginner’s class, they’d be training with personalized swords.
“What kind of sword do you want?”
“I like something heavy!”
“I prefer one with a nice flex to it. You can feel the balance.”
The freshmen whispered among themselves about the swords they hoped to receive.
Of course, Eldvein Academy officially prohibited advance preparation.
But few students adhered to that rule strictly.
Take Gale—he’d been training to become a Holy Knight since he was five, after all.
So the students who’d already wielded various swords naturally knew which ones suited them best.
Or so they thought, anyway.
“Daniil Voland.”
At Lord Brannholde’s call, a boy with short gray hair stepped forward with confident strides.
This was the same boy who’d just told his friend he preferred heavy swords.
Lord Brannholde reached toward the pile of blades and lifted one.
Surprisingly, it was a thin rapier specialized for speed rather than raw power.
“Um…….”
Daniil opened his mouth in confusion.
“Forgive me, Professor, but I don’t think that’s my sword.”
Instead of answering, Lord Brannholde swept his eyes over Daniil from head to toe.
Then he tossed the rapier toward him and spoke.
“That’s your sword, Daniil Voland.”
“…….”
Daniil caught the blade on instinct and stood there uncertainly.
Lord Brannholde, watching him with a cold gaze, spoke again.
“Once you’ve received your sword, return to your place.”
“……Yes.”
Daniil, now deflated, made his way back between the other students.
Only then did uneasy murmurs ripple through the freshmen who’d been brimming with excitement moments before.
They suddenly feared they wouldn’t receive the swords they’d hoped for.
And their fear was justified.
Most of the freshmen seemed deeply dissatisfied with the blades they received.
“This kind of sword is only for kids with weak strength……!”
“Damn it, the blade is hideous…….”
“Honestly, it doesn’t make sense. How can you pick a sword suited to me after seeing me train for just a month?”
The freshmen’s complaints had begun to shift into doubt about the professors’ competence.
Lord Brannholde showed no reaction to the complaints he clearly heard.
“Jeron Blight.”
Despite the early hour, Jeron stepped forward with his crimson hair meticulously styled.
As always, a red viper coiled around his neck.
The viper, which had been drowsily nodding off, finally surrendered to sleep and buried its head in Jeron’s nape.
“Pfft.”
Daisy stifled a laugh without meaning to.
The viper, hearing that small sound, lifted its head.
Hiss!
Spotting Daisy’s slightly squinted eyes, the viper opened its small mouth wide in what looked like a grin.
Its fangs glinted in the soft dawn light.
She was just thinking how rather adorable it was.
“……Basil?”
Sensing something strange, Jeron turned his head.
And the moment he saw the viper grinning at Daisy like a cod fish, her face went rigid as stone.
The viper wore the expression of something seriously pondering a weighty matter.
[…….]
“……?”
Then,
Click!
“Ow! What the—!”
Jern suddenly yelped as the serpent bit the tip of his ear.
Since it was his master, no venom was coursing through the wound, but blood trickled freely from his ear.
“You’re insane—”
“Jern Blight, this is your sword.”
Lord Branholt handed the blade to Jern as though the commotion unfolding before him was of no concern.
It was a longsword of ordinary design, though somewhat lengthy.
‘Ah, so this is where he received it.’
In the original story, Jern had used this plain sword all along.
And every time, he’d complained to Daisy that it didn’t befit a man of his station as Duke Blight.
She’d always wondered why he didn’t simply switch weapons if he disliked it so much, but now that she understood he’d been training with it since first year, it made sense.
Of course, that knowledge didn’t mean she intended to humor his complaints now.
“Ah… yes, thank you, Basil! Stop it!”
Jern was caught between accepting the sword, registering his disappointment, prying the serpent off his ear as it chewed relentlessly, and collecting himself—he had his hands full.
Watching the spectacle, Daisy let out a quiet laugh through her nose.
‘Good work, scaly. Bite harder.’
As if reading Daisy’s mind, the serpent gnawed on Jern’s ear like it was chewing gum, and Lord Branholt called out the next name.
“Gale Vendermain.”
Gale stepped forward in silence.
The sword Lord Branholt offered him was a weighty broadsword.
“Thank you.”
As Gale bowed his head respectfully, Lord Branholt pressed something else into his hands.
“Take this as well.”
“…?”
Handed to the bewildered Gale was an enormous shield.
‘Oh.’
Gale, bearing the massive shield and sword, looked exactly like the Holy Knight from the story Daisy remembered.
Later, a lily—the symbol of the Holy Knight—would be engraved upon that shield.
“Felix Ardearon.”
Lord Branholt called Felix’s name.
Daisy already knew which sword he would receive.
A sleek, gracefully curved saber.
It was a blade that suited Felix Ardearon quite well.
It was just as Lord Branholt was locating Felix’s sword.
“Is that thing really sealed?”
Someone whispered softly from behind.
‘It’s not a thing—it’s Sundo, and he’s genuinely sealed, and I wish I could see his face, but I can’t, so annoying.’
Daisy answered silently.
But she couldn’t say it aloud.
Maintaining a quiet, peaceful Academy life without drawing unwanted attention sometimes required holding one’s tongue.
“Who knows? The headmaster and all the professors are on his side—they could be pretending he’s sealed.”
“Yikes, what happens if he breaks out?”
“That mad wolf brat getting loose? What then? We all die, that’s what.”
What did he just say?
Daisy’s eyes snapped open as she turned to identify the speaker.
It was Danyl Wailand.
He was still brandishing his rapier with apparent dissatisfaction, slashing it menacingly this way and that.
“It’s funny they even called in the council to avoid Disappearance, isn’t it? Don’t you think?”
“Hey, stop.”
Those around Danyl tried to silence him, glancing nervously at Felix.
But instead of backing down, Danyl raised his voice further.
“Am I wrong? You mean to tell me a wolf brat like that, who wants to rut on his owner, is something worth protecting? I honestly don’t understand it.”
While the Ardearon house was indeed a duchy with considerable wealth and broad lands, they were essentially buried in the northern frontier and wielded no influence in the capital’s political circles.
Moreover, with his mother having gone mad, Felix Ardearon’s position was beyond question.
‘What is he afraid of?’
Danyl smirked and continued.
“If it were me, I’d be so ashamed of that Summon I’d destroy it with my own hands.”
“…….”
“…….”
A few freshmen glanced at Felix nervously.
Felix simply accepted the saber that Lord Branholt offered him.
But his heart was seized by a sharp, twisting pain.
Not because those words had wounded him.
Because the wolf was listening to them.
Self-recrimination, fury, despair, an aggression that made it want to lunge forward and tear out every throat in sight.
All of it grew like thorns and pierced through his heart.
But Felix said nothing.
What would be the point of speaking anyway…
“Ah, now I understand.”
It was then.
A voice rang out from among the children, as if enlightenment had finally dawned.
Danil frowned at the interruption and turned toward the sound.
A girl so small she barely looked capable of holding a sword stood nodding.
The legendary Daisy Sableheart.
He thought her words were directed at him, but her gaze was turned sideways.
Toward the boy standing with the enormous broadsword.
“So that’s it. I was wondering why he was acting like that, but he just doesn’t like his own Summon so he’s taking it out on someone else’s. Well, I suppose that happens.”
What?
Danil’s mouth fell open in disbelief.
But Daisy glanced at him without fear and continued on.
“Though compared to a wolf, a mouse does seem rather small.”
Danil’s face flushed crimson.
Wow, so he got a mouse?
And what did he say to the wolf?
Whispered chuckles rippled through the crowd around them.
“Hey, what did you just say?”
Danil’s lips pressed into a tight line as he gripped his sword and stepped forward.
But he stopped himself short.

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