How to Be a Dark Hero’s Daughter

After reviewing the recommendation letters, they found themselves at a loss for words.

“Has anyone ever seen such a letter of recommendation?”

The first page of the recommendation…

…was from the king.

[On a day with a bright blue sky, I humbly and gratefully write this recommendation letter in the name of the royal lineage blessed by past kings and the divine…]

In short, the very tedious recommendation began like this.

[My future daughter-in-law is the best.]

[I am going to be happy to see my daughter-in-law, the first in the world to have a doctorate from an academic academy.]

[The neighboring countries will be jealous, right? If your average daughter-in-law is standard, ours is extraordinary. I plan to brag about her everywhere.]

[However, since she will be joining the royal family, I hope she graduates quickly.]

Though it was put in a roundabout way, this was essentially the message. One of the professors nearly caused an uproar while reading it.

“Who dares to tear this sacred letter of recommendation from His Majesty?”

The recommendation sealed with the king’s jade stamp… was torn exactly in half. There were obvious signs of it being forcibly glued back together.

“Well… My Dad saw it and ‘accidentally’ tore it in half… I had a hard time fixing it.”

Her father, the Duke?

‘Ah, I see. He must’ve been irritated about all the praise for the future ‘daughter-in-law’. It wasn’t an accident.’

Especially the professors with daughters understood instantly.

Next was the Duke’s letter of recommendation.

[My daughter is a genius. She recognized letters in two months, wrote poetry at three months, and memorized fairy tales with a voice as clear as crystal…

…(omitted for brevity)

Creating magical tools with dewdrops and touring the kingdom in three days without a gate wouldn’t be surprising… (omitted for brevity)

Since she’s a genius, it’s only right she gets accepted…]

“…”

They knew she was famous for being a genius, but-

‘This recommendation letter lacks logic!’

Such exaggeration was something from another dimension.

‘Did the Duke really have this side to him?’

The professors were sweating as they read the next recommendation.

Next was… a letter from the Saintess Marianne.

[One morning, while communicating with the goddess, I felt that my beloved angel niece going to college was… destiny… also the will of the goddess… I pray in the name of the goddess.

And I believe…

The goddess wishes for Leticia’s acceptance…

In truth, the goddess wants to send a divine message but is too shy…

I trust you will understand the goddess’s sincerity.]

‘What’s the goddess’s intention here?’

But this absurdity was coming from the Saintess, someone who could have revelations.

‘Is revelation supposed to be used this way?’

This was also quite a forceful approach.

The scale of the recommendation letters was escalating.

They were apprehensive about the next one.

The next was a recommendation from the heir of the Duchy, young lord Jade… He was a top student and had received several degrees and even knighthood.

“This… what is this?”

Jade’s letter had a single line written:

[32. 523. 5135. 113]

“What does this mean?”

The professors cautiously asked.

“Ah.”

Leticia looked at the letter closely.

‘I was wondering why he sent it through mail without telling me!’

She quickly said:

“Let’s disregard this recommendation.”

“But what do these numbers signify?”

“Well, in the kingdom’s standard water map… it’s a code used by national agencies. It indicates the coordinates of the academy on the map.”

“…”

“To be precise, it indicates this interview room in the academy.”

“Ha-ha, why send such a threatening letter with coordinates? Are you planning an airstrike or something?”

One professor joked inappropriately. Leticia blushed.

It hit the mark.

‘Is that what it was?’

The professors turned pale.

“Come to think of it, the Ducal family are wizards…”

The professor uttering those words was shaking. Were they suggesting an attack on the interview room with magic?

However, no one had the courage to outright ask.

What if the answer was, ‘Yes, that’s right’? How would they handle it?