It's Overwhelmingly Convenient That the Female Lead Has Darkened - Chapter 87

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

A corrupted female lead is overwhelmingly convenient.
#87
A boy wielding a Shield and Broadsword had wedged himself between Daisy and Danil.
As if to shield Daisy Sable Heart from harm.
What made it even more absurd was that he wasn’t the only one stepping forward.
‘……Cedric Oskilt?’
Cedric, from the same Dormitory, stood beside Sable Heart with his hand clenched around the hilt of his sword.
His posture suggested he might draw that long, heavy blade at any moment.
Which side was this bastard even on?
More startling still was Jern Blyte smiling at him with an infuriating grin.
‘Damn it, what’s Jern doing now…….’
Could that rumor actually be true?
He’d heard in passing that Jern was taking considerable pains with Daisy Sable Heart.
As if to prove it, Jern stood at a distance, his eyes issuing a warning with each glance.
Don’t touch her.
Facing that gaze, he found it difficult to move recklessly.
Even between noble houses, the power of the Blyte Duke House was unmistakably different from the Ardearon Family.
If he hoped to join the Imperial Knights Order later, he could not afford to fall out of favor with the heir of the Blyte Duke House.
“……!”
So the boy did have something to rely on after all.
Danil clicked his tongue irritably, his gaze settling on the small girl.
It grated on him—this girl, protected by three boys, spouting confident words without a shred of real power.
‘Let’s see how long you can hide.’
Since they attended the same classes, she couldn’t stay behind that Shield forever.
When that day came, he would make sure she regretted every word.
As Danil turned to leave, it happened.
“Hk—”
Danil’s breath caught involuntarily.
His eyes had locked with those of Felix Ardearon, who was watching him.
Facing the killing intent that filled those inhuman gray eyes, he found he could not breathe.
Only then did Danil Werland understand.
It wasn’t a question of whether the Ardearon Family possessed power—Felix Ardearon himself was the danger.
It seemed… he wasn’t human at all.
Danil’s trembling hands clenched involuntarily as he stepped back a few paces, his expression souring.
“…….”
Felix, who had been watching him with no expression, turned away.
It was a familiar sight.
People who faced him always wore the same look.
……except for Daisy Sable Heart.
Even now.
‘Round—ear—you—o—kay—?’
Felix narrowed his eyes slightly as he read the shape of Daisy’s lips peeking out from behind Gale, asking if he was alright.
Asking if he was alright?
He was too alright—it was almost infuriating.
‘Ah, I see.’
The moment Daisy opened her mouth, the pain in his chest vanished impossibly fast.
Instead, he felt an excited wolf leaping and bounding.
Boss, hello!
Receiving the wolf’s emotions so intensely, with no filter, was certainly dangerous.
Felix could scarcely tell whether it was the wolf’s heart beating or his own.
‘So that’s why he suddenly acted like that—just didn’t like his own Summon and was taking it out on someone else’s. Well, fair enough.’
Boss, smart!
‘It is true that a mouse is a bit small compared to a wolf.’
Boss, mouse small!
The wolf laughed loudly for a moment, then hesitated before thinking this:
Boss, I miss you.
“…….”
If he found it understandable that the wolf missed him, would that be strange?
Instead of answering, Felix gazed steadily at Daisy.
Daisy wore a bewildered expression, but Felix did not look away.
Daisy wouldn’t fear his gaze anyway.
“Daisy Sable Hart.”
Daisy’s name was called last.
Daisy stepped forward while observing the sword in Branholdt’s hand.
She’d expected something flimsy and light, but aside from the blade being somewhat short, it was an ordinary Short Sword.
“Your sword.”
“Thank you.”
Not that I’ll be returning it in a moment anyway.
Swallowing the rest of that thought, Daisy accepted the Short Sword Branholdt offered.
‘Oh.’
Quite hefty, actually.
The way it sat in her hand with that weight didn’t feel bad at all.
She gave it a light swing past the other students and heard it whistle through the air.
It was a short blade, but Daisy was satisfied enough that she found herself thinking she ought to purchase one like this, when she heard it.
Whoosh.
A sharp, cutting sound pierced the air.
While her attention was divided by the other students, Danil’s thin, keen Rapier came thrusting upward toward her leg.
It wasn’t close enough to actually wound her, but it was near enough that a timid person would have shrieked and stumbled backward.
But……
“……”
Daisy watched the incoming blade and thought.
Too slow to frighten her, she decided.
The sword’s trajectory was so obvious she couldn’t have found it scary even if she’d tried.
‘Though it is rather presumptuous.’
Daisy’s eyebrow twitched upward as she casually gripped the Short Sword she’d just received.
Then she flicked the passing Rapier lightly with a tap.
She’d only meant to give him a playful startle.
Ping—Clang!
In other words, she hadn’t meant to send the Rapier flying at all.
“Agh! What—?!”
“Get back!”
As the other students scrambled to dodge the spinning weapon, Daisy quietly slipped behind them.
‘What, why was he gripping it so weakly?!’
Daisy made her quick escape from the scene, unaware of what was happening behind her.
Danil Weiland stood with his numbed wrist clenched tight, his face a mask of utter disbelief.
‘What was that… what was that just now?!’
And Branholdt, who had witnessed the entire exchange, wore the faintest of smiles.
* * *
After distributing swords to everyone, Branholdt taught each student the Horizontal Slash stance appropriate to their weapon, then spoke.
“One thousand times.”
“How many times?”
“One thousand. Ask me again and it becomes two thousand.”
“……”
“……”
The first-year students wailed as they swung their new swords a thousand times.
Within moments, their tender palms were raw and blistered, blood beginning to seep through.
But despite the blades tracing crooked, wandering lines rather than straight cuts, not a single student stopped.
There was a reason, after all, that these students had been marked as requiring Counseling.
By the time they’d completed the thousand Horizontal Slashes, the class was already ending.
Branholdt turned to the first-years, who were sweating so heavily they could barely see, and spoke.
“Well done.”
“Thank you, Master……”
Branholdt regarded the exhausted students—limbs limp and tongues barely able to form words—with evident disdain, but he merely shrugged and continued.
“Work hard. If you do well here, you may even compete in the Sword Tournament this autumn.”
“Gasp—we, we could?”
“Ohhh……”
The tired first-years’ eyes suddenly sparkled with renewed energy.
The reason was simple: normally, the Sword Tournament was restricted to second-year students and above.
If they could compete as first-years, they’d draw the attention of high-ranking nobles or even royalty attending the event far sooner.
Since most of them dreamed of becoming knights, such an opportunity could not be missed.
Branholdt nodded, observing the eager freshmen with approval.
“Good. Next, we’ll do a thousand Vertical Slashes.”
“…….”
“…….”
“Two thousand.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Much obliged, sir!”
Branholdt regarded the freshmen frantically bowing and scraping with evident disdain, then left the Training Grounds.
“Ugh…….”
“I’m starving…….”
The remaining freshmen placed their swords one by one onto the platform where the weapons had been stacked, then crawled away.
And Daisy…….
“…….”
Dear God.
Save this working woman!
Trembling, trembling, trembling…….
With limbs quaking uncontrollably, Daisy dragged her sword forward and hurled it onto the platform.
Crash!
A sound rang through the Training Grounds that seemed impossible to come from a single sword being dropped.
And Daisy turned her steps toward the Dormitory.
She didn’t even have the energy to go to the Dining Hall and eat.
“Daisy…….”
Someone approached her.
It was Cedric.
“About last time…….”
Instead of answering, Daisy raised her palm.
Cedric’s mouth snapped shut.
“I’m exhausted, so just go.”
“No, I was…….”
“God, I’m dying.”
Daisy staggered forward, quickening her pace.
Cedric’s gaze followed her all the way, but she didn’t look back.
It was obvious.
He was probably going to ask for homework help again.
‘Not a chance, you fool.’
Because I’m dropping this class anyway!
* * *
“Oh, right, my little cubs. I forgot to pass along something important! First-year students cannot request independent study leave. Three or more absences from class, and we call your parents directly. Please keep that in mind!”
Damn it.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————