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

It will send itself -

He will look at himself—

Directly to the heart.

Chapter 94 The Devil’s Surrender

"Entak...Eighth Form·Turn..."

Eugenie took a deep breath.

"call……"

She stroked her heart, feeling its beating, but her feet became softer and softer.

The power given by the demon was taken away from my body, and I not only felt that I had lost the use of the demon sword... but also... the human energy and the power of life.

It even seemed to stir up every nerve, causing unbearable pain.

She became weaker and weaker.

But he still squeezed the handle of the chair tightly.

"It's okay... there is still a little bit left. As long as I can learn the magic sword, I can still have a place in the dungeon exploration..."

Will glanced at her.

Although he saw that Eugenie was getting weaker and weaker, and every move and every move by Treya on the stage was more like the Entak sword move he saw at the beginning...

However, he always felt that something was not quite right.

It was like... being stared at by something.

"By the way, Yiel, no one is watching me around, right?"

"Yiel has been watching the young master. Please tell me if you need anything."

"Well...if Yiel doesn't notice, no one is watching me..."

——This is even stranger.

——What kind of sight would make it appear that he felt it, but Yiel didn’t feel it?

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"call……"

Feeling every move of the Demonic Sword Way that is poured directly into you with your whole body.

She finally understood how her sister taught her the wrong eleven moves, and how to use the correct ones.

Not only does it have a larger range, it has unusual slashing power, and it can even destroy targets more accurately.

This is indeed what she wants.

Treya raised her head.

With the Entak sword style she learned.

The painting at the end was rendered by her fingertips into Will System in the black suit he wore at the banquet.

"Oops. Another one to teach. Congratulations on your success."

The devil clapped his hands behind her, then stepped forward and walked to the painting. She clapped her hands.

The painting inside the frame dissolved and became a void.

Inside the hollow, it is more like her own "vision".

Outside the frame is Will sitting in the audience. He leans on his chair and seems to be looking at himself with satisfaction.

and……

Next to her is Eugenie.

Treya saw faint black lines on her body, which seemed to be connected to the Devil's Pot in some way.

"Go this way and you can get out."

The demon who looked exactly like her didn't seem to want to change his appearance. He stood still and bowed to her.

Pointing outside the frame.

"...Is this the so-called crowning ceremony?"

"Of course not. When you step out of here voluntarily, the contract between us will be established."

The devil spoke in a "gentlemanly" manner, but there was always a hint of joking in his words.

"Contract?"

Treya stared at the world outside the frame and walked forward step by step.

That's right... When she walks out of here, she will become Treya who has learned the way of the magic sword.

Can meet Teacher Will's expectations for her...

Can I take revenge on Eugenie again...

She looked out of the frame with a somewhat distracted look, and the scenery outside the frame gradually turned black as she got closer...

Only the center Will is in color.

That's right, that's right...

That's it.

It's what it says to itself.

It's what she promised.

It is He who guides Himself.

She finally understood what she was doubting, what she was confused about, and what she wanted to learn——

It is to interpret your own heart.

Very good. Teacher Will, look, I learned it.

She put away the sword in her hand.

Step by step, walk towards the frame and the devil next to it.

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Treya's sword dance became more and more beautiful.

It is getting closer and closer to the "Entak Sword Style" in everyone's impression.

There was a strange atmosphere permeating the air for some unknown reason, as if one could see shadows emanating from Treya's body on the stage, surrounding her.

then……

There was less and less chatter.

Instead, there was an inexplicable pressure on the scene.

Entak's tenth form·Judgment.

Treya's sword drew a beautiful arc, and then fell.

She turned her back to everyone and stood still for a second.

"Okay...she should...should stop..."

"Huh...huh..."

Eugenie clutched her chest and sat uneasily in her chair, sweatdrops falling down in large drops.

The pain felt like it was clenching for a moment.

but……

It suddenly stopped and was released in an instant.

"So...so good..."

She gasped.

"Is she finally over it? So... that looks like..."

However, Treya maintained that posture and slowly raised the fallen sword.

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Treya stared at the world outside the frame, where Will was in color.

The only...color...

Wait...the only...?

only?

Suddenly...

She stopped.

He turned to look at the demon next to him who was still bowing.

"What's wrong? As long as you step through here...after you get out, you will get the magic sword way you want, right?"

"And, you will be able to ascend the throne you want to ascend to as you wish."

"In this case...if you want to get him..."

"It should be easy."

"Hurry up, hurry up and step over, hurry up and establish your contract with me."

The devil said bewitching words and made an elegant invitation gesture.

but……

Therea looked at her.

No, no, no, no, no.

Something is not enough.

I'm not satisfied with anything.

Finally, she tilted her head and looked at the devil.

"I said..."

Treya's long silver hair fell down as she tilted her head.

"You...why are you in color?"

The demon standing there seemed to tremble when he heard these words.

"Don't... don't think so much. Look, just walk over."

But Treya turned around.

"How strange is that?"

She was twirling her silver sword in her hand as if playing with it - for a person who has learned the way of the magic sword, this is nothing.

"Why?"

She approached the demon and pushed her to the ground.

"I don't understand."

Then, he stepped on her with his feet wearing silver boots and black stockings, especially on her fragile neck, and then spun his heels on her silver hair.

"Can't understand, can't understand, can't understand, can't understand, can't understand..."