I, the villain, trained the loser into a dark boss

but……

She heard clearly.

She could see clearly.

She feels it.

The silver sword and the sword style he wielded with all his strength, not every move in the collision was a real sword, and often a sword light disappeared into the ghostly and deep black shadow.

The light armor that had been cut off, as well as the injured arm, repeatedly hit the opponent's weak and solid sword, stabbing the skin with pain.

Her arms were getting tired.

In the light of swords and shadows, there are fewer and fewer attacks that can be resisted.

But she also wants to move forward.

She understood that the reason why the undead swordsman, whom no one took seriously before, was so strong was because... it was because...

That person!

build!

After he quit the team, he joined one side of the dungeon and became a member of the dungeon.

It was he who made the originally weak undead swordsman understand the transformation between virtual and real swordsmanship.

It's him...

It became the clearly visible shadow standing behind the thirty-handed undead.

"I...why do I want to move forward?"

"Why do we have to move forward even though this is the case?"

"And...why...the heartbeat is getting faster and faster..."

Every sword of the undead swordsman that she blocked with her silver sword, no matter whether it was true or false, seemed to unravel the fog in her heart that she had never seen clearly before.

"What exactly do I feel..."

"What kind of relationship do I want..."

"What am I following?"

The awakened princess cut through the frontal attack of sword light in front of her.

"Now...I finally understand, Xiu, I...I have been watching you..."

but……

She was wrong.

That sword light was not wielded by the undead swordsman, but by Xiu who took a silver sword from her palm.

This move completely chopped into pieces her silver sword, which was forged by Xiu himself and thrown into corners by her several times.

It was like using this behavior to cut off the relationship she thought existed.

Treya knelt on the ground completely exhausted, staring blankly at her broken sword blade and hilt.

"I... don't need your gaze. It feels... scary."

Xiu put his sword back into the palm of the undead swordsman's hand. Treya looked up and saw the hilt that was the same as the sword in her hand.

Depend on……

The hilt he made with his own hands.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

A little sob escaped her vocal cords.

Her heart clenched in pain.

Her heart finally understood that while the emotions called "longing" and "love" were also filled with "loss" and "sadness".

Will tried to pick up the broken silver sword, but only passed through it.

This was the cleanest yet saddest illustration in the story he had ever seen.

Staying at this moment of kneeling on the broken hilt of the sword, staying at the moment when the cold princess finally awakened, but her dream was finally broken.

Even on the next page, her sister, leading the adventure team in a hurry, told her that all this was a trap set by her, just to drive Xiu away from your hands.

The cold-faced princess, when she finally understood what she was thinking, what she needed, and what she liked, she was rejected and betrayed, and became a loser who fell directly from the top to the bottom and could never climb out again.

only……

She is really simple, serious, and stupid.

He would listen intently to a layman's evaluation of his own swordsmanship.

She said it was a trap but she still jumped into it because she was my sister.

When asked to put on black stockings, she put them on even if she didn't feel comfortable with them.

How could there be a princess like you in a royal family like Entak.

But the more this happens...

"Treya..."

"I want to see you become the empress of Entak——"

The more interesting it is, isn't it?

Will wakes up.

I feel soft underneath my body, warm around me, and it seems like a hot towel has been placed on my head.

Then……

Treya looked at him worriedly from a bird's eye view.

But it seems that the concern is not about his physical condition, but...

"Will...Teacher, if you say something like this and others hear it, something will happen...right?"

"Wha...what?!"

Will suddenly realized that he had just dreamed about the ending of the defeated dog, and not only had he dreamed about the ending of the defeated dog, but he had also accidentally spoken out what was in his heart.

Please, let’s raise the innocent, cute and cute little princess to be a cruel black empress or something super cool.

Although he actually felt that telling her this goal now...

It's a bit too early, after all, this is a weakling princess who has never even fought against the evil forces of her own sister.

but!

If someone hears such words in the palace, he will be targeted by various evil forces. It doesn't matter if they target him, the most important thing is not to target Treya.

He was so frightened that he sat up from the bed and knocked several dolls off the bed with a crackle. He quickly looked around to see if there was anyone else.

"My rag, my stupidity, my little pudding..."

"I'm sorry! I'll make it up later. Um...this is...Tereya's bed?"

Take a closer look...

There is indeed nothing dangerous nearby. The black bedroom with no curtains is very cozy.

even……

He also slept on a soft, triple-thick princess bed that only appeared in fairy tales.

"Master, you finally woke up. Why did you faint just because you hit Treya's forehead?"

Iel was also there, but she didn't seem to realize that Will had just said something outrageous.

"My forehead... is hard?"

Trea touched her forehead, and it was fine.

"I... I'm fine. Maybe I just felt dizzy for a while..."

Will breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the clock hanging opposite. He had actually been lying there for half an hour.

"We still need to practice harder."

Although he felt a little dizzy, he got off the bed.

"Just now... just pretend you didn't hear anything."

Trea watched Will stagger out.

"Become... become... the empress?"

She repeated this sentence, for some reason...

For the first time, she wanted to repeat this sentence several times.

Chapter 81 Desire

Thinking of being in Treya's boudoir just now, Will still felt a little happy. As the boudoir of the most favored little princess in the empire, it was really cute.

Doll hehehe.

Soft bed hehehe.

Soft little pillow hehehe.

...Oh no, I'm a little scared.

Treya should have heard his dream talk about wanting her to be the empress.

She shouldn't take this seriously and run to the king the next second and say "Old man, come down here, Will told me to be the empress"... right?

No, I can't think about this too much.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that the reckless Treya will really do it without any expression!

However...

Now that she understands that "there is such a goal in the world"...

Maybe it's not a bad thing.

If Treya continues to grow in the direction he has set...

Sooner or later, it will not only be "revenge for her sister", but also go to the throne of Entak.

This is her fate of being born in Entak. Unlike others who fight for the throne, she can only sink continuously and survive in the cracks of betrayal and conspiracy.

She, starting from the night of the banquet, can no longer be the only little princess in the greenhouse of the Entak family.

In front of her, Treya has mastered how to wear slippery black stockings and perform smooth five-year-old swordsmanship.

And Will also understood that even if the opponent was only using the basic swordsmanship of a five-year-old, he had to wear a helmet and armor and watch the incident from a distance.

Traiya's talent for swordsmanship is really good.

Even such a basic swordsmanship for children to strengthen their bodies, or even some swordsmanship that is too basic to be mentally retarded, in Traiya's hands, after careful practice, it actually showed a bit of coolness.

Especially as she took a step forward and swung the sword every time, the silver hair scattered with the sword wind increased the viewing value of this kindergarten swordsmanship.

"Huh... This is the twentieth time."

Lift the sword, put the sword away, and it was done in one go.

After completing a set of swordsmanship twenty times in a row - although it is not worth mentioning compared to the previous amount of exercise, because of the high repetition, Traiya was a little mentally tired.

But...

Fortunately, she was fully devoted to sword practice, and she was able to forget some of Will's sleep talk just now.

Otherwise, she would replay this sentence in her mind over and over again...

Her thoughts would become more and more complicated...

She would lose track of what she was thinking...

She would even feel that she was becoming more and more strange...