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

After Treya finished speaking, she stretched out her hand to pull Will's wrist over, then closed her eyes and started to use simple magic.

"May God bless the world without sorrow..."

"Fly away in pain~"

Treya blew on Will's wrist, which made Will feel a little cold.

The first half of the sentence is actually a small healing chant...

But the second half of the sentence!

"Pfft...this is some old-fashioned thing you would say to comfort a child."

"...This is what my mother taught me."

"Well, it turns out you and your mother have communicated before?"

When Will said this, he felt a little rude.

The aloof half-elf who "lost her mother since childhood" was so strong in Treya that Will subconsciously felt that she was also someone who had never seen her mother since she was born.

After all, they were from different races. They died of childbirth right after birth, or fell down from some postpartum disease unique to the elves.

but……

It turned out that she was a person who had a mother and a good childhood. He was wrong.

"Huh? So Teacher Will doesn't have a mother?"

Treya, with innocent eyes, tilted her head and asked him.

Thank you, Treya!

Will's guilt for being rude instantly dropped.

"Uh...I...let's not talk about this issue yet."

"Actually... Daidai is too, she gave it to me."

Treya lowered her head and touched the little bear's head.

It was rare for Will to see Treya having such a slight emotional fluctuation.

It seemed that he had indeed gained a lot from today's trip, and he was actually able to see such a different side of this cold-faced princess.

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Will's weekend was spent in such busyness.

Sitting on the carriage, Treya saw off Elle and Will.

"Master... do you think, Your Highness Treya, you can really succeed in that ceremony where you wear a hat on your head?"

"Yawn...that's necessary. Otherwise, my investigation will be in vain."

"Then I really want to see what the festival is like, but it's a royal banquet!"

"As my fiancé in name, and as a member of the System family...yawn...I actually got the ticket..."

"Really? Then you can listen to the young master's description! Young... Young Master?"

Yiel looked back and found that Will was indeed a little tired this weekend. He lay tiredly on her shoulder and fell asleep like this.

Yiel took off his glasses, otherwise they would fall off when he fell asleep.

"As expected, you won't let yourself rest at all, where is the young master?"

She held her glasses preciously and used the glasses cloth she brought to gently clean the thin layer of dust on them.

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After seeing them off, Treya returned to her room.

She resumed her daze on the bed.

"The feeling at that time..."

"No need to be like...anyone?"

When thinking about it like this, it seems that the amount of exercise today is a bit heavy, and the body itself is a bit worn out and dull, and there is a small crack on the head.

The cotton inside is exposed...

and a yellowed note.

Chapter 88 What is color and what is black?

Once upon a time, the world in Treya's eyes was bright.

Once upon a time, the world in Treya's eyes was colorful.

Once upon a time, the world in Treya's eyes could not tolerate negativity and blackness.

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The little brown bear was sitting on the bed in a daze.

She had protected it very well.

He would carefully place it next to the bed and hardly pull it - which is why it has maintained a brand-new shape for so many years, after all, it has been a few years.

"It's just like what he said...continuously chosen..."

——The day she had the earliest memory, the world was bright and colorful.

own birthday.

When I was very young, I could just remember that summer.

Standing in the small square that is now the sword training ground.

The silver-haired mother, wearing a white dress, stood in front of her under the dazzling sunshine and handed her the little bear.

"Happy birthday, Therea."

She smiled.

"……Thanks."

So she hugged the little bear tightly.

The mother is silver-white, and the cub is also silver-white.

Mother is full of light, and so is the little bear.

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The little brown bear was dazed, half lying on the bed.

There is always a suture mark on Daidai's head.

Just on its right ear, it was torn to pieces and then sewn back together.

But this stitching is actually very perfunctory, the stitching strength of the line is very light, and the needle row and lead are also very loose.

"...Is this the real heart of 'me'?"

——After that, she took the initiative to forget about the "black" part of the world.

However, for a child, the black he sees for the first time is his mother, and it is a memory that would rather be whitewashed with more colors.

When I was very young, in that windy and snowy winter.

Mother's birthday.

Standing in the small square that is now the sword training ground.

The silver-haired mother, wearing a white coat, stood in the blur of wind and snow, with her back to her, holding her dumb right ear tightly from her hand.

"Trea, let's go together, okay?"

The mother forcefully pulled the bear out of her hands.

"...Why...should you leave here...leave your sister, leave your father?"

Mother didn't answer, she only made Dadai even worse.

It was as if she would be taken away by tugging on Dudu's right ear.

But, in the end, the dumb cotton fell to the ground along with the snowflakes, and it was unclear which piece of white belonged to it.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...trust me, okay?"

She spoke, holding the tip of the broken dumb right ear.

The cub is broken and the mother is black.

The little bear is injured and the mother is gray.

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The little brown bear froze, held tightly by her.

"Remember that feeling..."

"At that time, when I reached out and grabbed him..."

"Is this how it feels?"

Then……

The crack on the top of Daidai's head finally couldn't bear Treya's first violent tearing and burst.

Thereya stared blankly at the opening on her head, and the cotton inside was actually yellowed and leaking out...

What came out with the cotton was a yellowed note.

Wait a minute...

How did Daidai sew it up?

How did it come back to my hands?

——After this, there was a colorful world that she misunderstood.

Mother's death anniversary.

Standing in the small square that is already a sword training ground.

The always busy father came here, handed Daidai to her, and then took her hand and led her away from here.

"She passed away. Change your clothes and come here."

Maybe he fixed it?

"...What...what died?"

"But it doesn't matter, you still have me, your sister, and your brothers and sisters."

The little bear is sewn and the father is colored.

They stand around and they are in color.

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The brown bear was stunned and had a hole in his head.

Treya opened the note that fell out of his breach.

It was written in elven script.

Fortunately, Treya learned some lessons from her mother when she was a child, and she understood these simple words that even children could understand at first glance——

"Follow me. Help me. I love you."

Because he cherished the doll that his mother gave him for the first time and never broke it, this note was sealed in the safest place in the entire palace and never came out.

"Is that why I chose it?"

——Tereja’s fingers tightened around the colorful dumbfoundation.